“Teeney tiny” is Texan for less than three acres. My husband aka The Bearded One and I were both raised in Texas, but I’ve been up north now for 34 years, him for 19. He still has an accent, and it comes out in print now and then when he chimes in.
Our farmlet is just 2.5 acres, and half of that is forest. The Bearded One is a retired lawyer who still has law firm nightmares, but mostly he dreams of motorcycles and endless outdoor projects. I am a free-range writer and an empty nest mother of three Twenty-Somethings. We have a dog, Ruby, and cat, Garfield, and together we are living cheaply and richly. This blog will be about our chickens and goats and our gardens…the Fava, the Sun, and the Holy Goat, as The Bearded One put it one summer when we were working in the Circle Garden and feeling particularly grateful.
We’re Boomers in our fifties. As a generation, we’ve had it good, from the 1960s-70s hippies and the Awakening, to the 1980s-90s yuppies and the Unraveling, to this 21st Century Crisis where our job now is to support the younger generations. It’s no longer about us, and we need to stay out of trouble. Hence this weekly blog, just because we are still here and trying to be loving creatures.