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a confession of laziness...


The past few weeks I have been awful about posting blogs. A combination of other things on my mind, weather frustrations, farm projects and planning; but I stopped today to think and realized just how many times this week I have thought of the events unfolding as if I were dictating them to you. I feel like I have distanced myself from daily writing to the point that it feels an unfamiliar and daunting task to do so. This is supposed to be fun for me, a way to share and express my life and creativity, my journey- more than anything else. Wow- an epiphany. My journey- that's what this place is for. Whatever creativity, adventures, ups, downs, friends, family, daily commitment and spells of absence or uncertainty. It's all part of the journey. But with all that said- I hope this "distant and sporadic" spell is coming to an end.

Maybe we will ease back into this with a few of the things you've been missing thanks to my laziness.

1. the seeds for the garden have been ordered 

2. the green house (20 x 10) is sitting patiently on the porch, waiting...

3. This weekend we starting leveling the spot for the aforementioned greenhouse. It still needs a little more work, and gravel.

4. We are ready to buy a business license for Luna Acres, LLC.

5. The bunnies are happy and healthy.

6. I saw two little baby goats this morning. How I can't wait for the day when we have all the spring animals running around I long for.

7. This weekend we enjoyed the beautiful weather with good friends (namely, my sister), we walked along the city green-way like civilized townspeople, which was strange to me, but the time was well spent regardless.

8. I have been loving the blog  A Bowl Full of Lemons and all of the great cleaning, organizing, and budgeting tools available. My current favorite is her daily housekeeping sheet- 7 steps (each 15 minutes or less) to keep the house looking clean all the time. Living in a big house with 4-6 people and 9 animals- combined with moderate OCD and being an overall neat freak is quite a challenge.

9. We are excited about (hopefully) being a part of two markets this spring, the Catawba Farmers Market on Thursday evenings and the Salem Farmers Market on Saturday mornings. We also plan to sell through the Good Food Good People co-op, which sets up a table at five additional local markets. We are also considering doing a limeade stand for the first year for additional income.

10. I had the most wonderful birthday of my life. Jonathan took me out to a far out of our price range but absolutely amazing restaurant, decked out in his fancy suit, with my hand-me-down gown and borrowed heels. He let me splurge on two "fliritinis" which would be more aptly named "Angela can't walk to the car in heels, just make it out the door before you go barefoot-inis", then he drove home and let me enjoy my drunken ride over the mountain. The weekend was relaxing with only a small get together of family, not a single non related guest present (not for lack of invitations, just to know who the important ones are). It was sad at first but it is certainly a sign of growing up. I wouldn't change a thing. 

Thank you sweetheart.
Amy and Christina,
Moms and Dads.


I have a truly rich life.

Until next time,
Angela Kelly
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