It is with great pleasure that I announce that we have finally made the move to The Simple Farm. This big move started about two years ago and has been wrought with blood, sweat, and tears. (quite literally all three of those components have been ground into our plywood floors and peeled logs). I know some of you like to see our crazy moving habits so here is an account of moving our chicken coop once again. This time we hauled it two and a half miles down the middle of main street, across the main highway, and down our gravel road to our house. I’m happy to report no chickens were harmed in this process this time. Molly pulled out fence posts. She’s pretty tough. Ringo got hot so started tearing off his clothes. It was only –3c so what can you expect from a boy of the North. It took us 30 minutes to drag the coop the two and a half miles. I don’t think we passed a single car. It’s not to crowded around here. Ringo and Molly wanted to ride in the coop to make sure things were safe for their feathered friends but I told them all the turkeys had to ride with me. I’m pretty sure there is nothing left of the skids underneath the coop. Good thing there are no more moving plans for a long time. What do you think of this move Tinka? “I don’t see what the big deal is. In fact I can’t see at all.” Final load of crap, I mean the final load of our precious property into our place. As you can see, it’s a mess. We (me) loaded everything downstairs with the hope of keeping everything there as we still have a long way to go before the place is actually finished. I’ve been warned that we may never finish our house now that we moved in. Quite honestly, I couldn’t care less. This last two years have been torture. I’m not sure if we’d do it again. Hard to give up everything enjoyable in life to focus on building a silly structure. Should have built a small house like the tumbleweed homes. I’m still grumpy about it. I’m sure I’ll recover after a few…years. Everyone helped with the move. Then all parties involved started doing cart wheels. And jumping for joy. Little Polly couldn’t help herself. She’s been jumping like this for days. Not sure if that’s excitement or if she has some disorder. It could be genetic. Milly has been doing the same thing since we moved in. Our kitchen is functional. That’s about all you can say about it. The cabinets are reclaimed out of Doc’s office and will have to do for a year or so until we save up for proper cabinetry. Most of the stuff fit somewhere. Not sure how we did it. Guess what we plan on doing this winter now that we’ve made the big move. The kids say I owe them twenty days of skiing since we missed all last year due to our building habits. I’m just happy to have time to sit and watch the kids try on the new ski gear we got for the coming season. Most are hand me downs but we did sneak into the big city last week and crashed a ski swap. Man it’s nice to have a spare Saturday to do something like that. It may take 20 years to complete our house but as Ringo told somebody the other day when asked how he likes living in the new place, “anything’s better than how we have been living the past couple of years.” He’s eight years old but wise beyond his years. I think we’ve scrubbed off most of the blood off the floor and we are going to stain the walls pretty soon so any future sweat won’t stick. We are almost ready for visitors. Feel free to come by and check out the place. I promise we won’t put you to work like we have most of our visitors for the past couple of years. We are hoping for a Long Winter were we do nothing but relax and ski. I hope the spring never comes.