Flashback Friday: A Series

It's no secret, I miss the rural atmosphere;

the secluded house on the hill

the fresh eggs and farm market bread One Eyed Jacks every morning 

the acres of forested land to explore

the windy, hilly back roads and thank-you-ma'ams

I even miss the never-ending chore of chopping and stacking firewood

the moo-ing of hungry cows in the morning

the layers of chicken shit caked on my boots

the bitter cold, 17 room farm house that I called Home

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I recently put a book together

It's full of pictures that never made it to the internet

I'm trying something new here;

Each week I'll post a little something about the little farm in the Catskills.

Maybe I will stop missing it so,

or maybe I'll run out of things to post.

Wherever life takes us

What do you say after a year of silence?

Let's get a little personal... Where have I been this past year??

I lived on a little farm near the Delaware river. 

I witnessed the birth of a beautiful little lamb (as well as a complicated struggle between an ewe who birthed triplets and the ewe pictured, who stole one of the babies and then had twins, herself!) 

I fell in love with an incredible boy!

And I asked him to marry me a thousand times...

Finally, he asked me! (The rings are from his father's wedding band set, engraved with "forever and always")

We packed our world into the car and traveled 1800 miles, through six states, to get from my home-state to his. (New York to Colorado)

This is the highest elevation in Kansas... mhm, flat.

  

Explored the Colorado mountains a bit.

 

The incredible boy and I created a life! (sometime in March we'll have a little human to share our lives with)

And here we are now, happy, healthy, and silly. (Disclaimer, we woke and dressed at different times. Totally unplanned, totally hilarious.)