This blog was supposed to have its first post up two years ago.
I had it all planned out. The pastures, the chicken coops, the beehives, the gardens, everything would fit together so neatly and we’d meet every deadline to make it work.
More than two years later, I have a nickname: The King of Wishful Thinking.
Despite all the wildfire smoke in the air at the moment, it finally feels a little bit easier to breathe…and I might just have some time to share a bit about our experience so far (including some bloopers).