barefootfarms

The Home of Barefoot Kiddos and Critters Galore!

And I Moved

Holding the farm together while taking care of a newborn girl and raising three boys on¬† my own wasn’t working out for me OR my children.

I handed over the barn to my mother (who promptly turned it into a baby goat sactuary), packed up the kiddos and moved to The City! Which isn’t a big city at ALL but the schools are great and it has a college and parks and stuff to do, so here we are with sidewalks and parks and my kiddos ride their bikes to school and scouts.

It’s been great.

And hard.

But also amazing.

So…goodbye barefootfarms

I love you with all of my soul.

We still have chickens, but only four. Our neighbors have goats right next door who we feed through the fence, and their cats come over to visit until they’ve had enough love from the baby. And we have one fish.

It’s not MY ideal life, but my children are doing GREAT, and this is a time that they need me and they need stability, support, and good friends, PLUS!! I started going back to school to get my bachelor’s degree and WOW, I’ve got plenty of goodies on my plate for now. I started running, if you can call it that, and I’m writing down those thoughts over at http://singlemomjogging.wordpress.com in case you want to laugh at me. ūüėČ

I’ll revert back to my roots

When that season comes around

But for now

I’ll embrace this one.

Shooting

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Barn Raising…Or Rather…Barn Dismantling

So, what did everyone do over the President’s Day weekend?

Well, I do believe that depends on where you live, because here in sunny Arizona, it was between 78-82 degrees the whole weekend! I have nice pink arms and cheeks, and it’s not because I hung out by the pool all day…

Sunday found me in Nogales, AZ, picking up a barn from a friend.

“Picking up a barn?” you say?

Yup!

Long ago, in a city (and a life), far far away, there lived a girl who loved animals. She had 3 little boys, 30-ish chickens, 3 goats, two dogs, 20 quail, 4 guinnea hens, a duck, and two geese (someone dropped off in our yard).  She also had a small raised garden in which she grew tomatoes, squash, cucumbers, peppers, grapes, and grasshoppers.

She milked the goat twice a day, strained the milk, made cheese, and traded her milk, eggs and cheese for quail eggs, duck eggs, and money so she could help those around her and sustain her mini farm.

But it was hard, sometimes, to do this all by herself. Her Wasband was not happy with the micro farm. He did NOT like the smell of chickens and their poop. He did NOT like the sounds of the goats. ¬†He did NOT like the hassle of a garden. It was apparent that she was going to be making changes in the near future….thinking that she might move, but having the desire to keep her critters, she came up with a plan.

She (with the help of her Dad) would build a barn for the goats that was designed to¬†come apart and be relocated to any new home. At 8×16 feet; the roof was made to come off in two 8×8 panels, the ends came apart as 8×8 panels, and the long walls came apart into 4 8×8 panels.

 

Moving to a subdivision meant that she couldn’t take the barn with her, but she sold it to a friend who promised to sell it back only to her when they no longer needed it, and that day was President’s Day, 2016!

It was hot, sweaty, hard, heavy work, but it’s on a trailer and ready for reassembly.

This girl has some plans for this old barn, and it includes (surprise!) chickens! Stay tuned for the photos of a goat barn transformed…..

Hay There…

Hay here, hay there, hay everywhere! 

There are only a few people who understand pulling the neck of your shirt out and blowing down the length of your torso….

And then there’s this:

  
No matter what pocket I put my phone in,  I always have to wipe clean of the hay! 

#farmgirlproblems

#toomanygoats

#notenoughchickens

Country Bumpkin

What do you do with a baby when her bottle of water soaked her stroller and you have goat rears to trim?

Well, you improvise, of course!!

Who knew an old Shamrock milk crate could come in so handy?

Excitement

Plenty of folks get excited about stuff.

Like gold.

Jewelry.

Fancy clothes.

Big houses.

Fast cars.

I am unapologetically excited…

About these:

Did you know they sell THORNLESS self pollinating berry bushes? I may or may not line my East fence with them.

Oh goodness, let the dreaming begin!!

A Plan

Is it weird that this site is starting because another one is ending?

Is it even weirder that this LIFE is starting because another one is ending?

Not my LIFE, maybe, but the life I had planned to live. And not that I really knew what was going to happen in that aforementioned life, but you get the point, right? That this is the first step to the new life I will be living.

It’s a tricky one. It’s one that is full of “parenting time”, and “child support” and “spousal maintenance”…words I thought would NEVER pertain to me or my babies. But they do, so we must always rise to the challenges that life presents us, do we not?

So, here’s to a new beginning!

One filled with critters and plants and gardens and chickens, just to start with. And I’ll be sharing it with you, if you are even a teeny tiny bit interested. I’ll share the plans, the triumphs, and even the failures, because heaven knows, there’s solidarity in numbers!

And to start off my new beginning, I have been (surprise, surprise!) reading. Like, a LOT.

This is my new favorite book right now:¬†“The Backyard Homestead”¬†. It’s being bookmarked, dog eared, underlined all over the place, and I highly recommend it to ANYONE if you’d like to get started on growing your own food (or if you just want a beginner’s take on homesteading).

Wanna know what she says moved me?

“Start small”.

I started with a small square that was last year’s tomato patch. This year it’s going to be a whole batch of my boys’ favorite veggie; carrots!

So if you have a teeny apartment, that means start with a package of seeds in a window ledge.

If you have a yard, find a spot for a fruit tree or two.

I have a yard. AND some land, so I have plans for that land. And plans for tomorrow…and next week. And the month of March.

So I am taking steps forward. It’s rewarding. And somehow…it’s healing.

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