Hoppy Easter

More Gaddy Farm Photos

It was a perfect day to take some updated pics around the farm.
Great light, great sky, and all that green
---which is farmer and mine's favorite color.

Before the Mustard Disappears

I wake up and look outside and see these tiny little sunbursts of sunshine. Dancing and waving, "good morning" with their delicate, green little hands.

-Wild Mustard has been abundant this year with all the rain we have received-

The bright yellow reaches up into the brilliant blue while the big red barns create the backdrop for The artist's palette.

While He carefully mixes the brilliant blue, the bright yellow and the big red
for Spring's colorful blanket, I will wait for His newest creation. In the meantime I will watch the mustard's petals drift away, the sky grow dark with rain and the red barns stand still waiting for another perfect time.

Heavnehill Updates

Lots of wonderful things are happening at 620 e. bridge.
Heavenhill is transforming weekly and it is so much fun to see the progress.

Folks laugh at my giddiness but it really is a long time coming.
I am so thankful to be part of this journey.

I wanted to cry when I first saw water flow out of the spigot.
But I had to be strong in front of the plumbers!

I also had to do a little jig when I saw the green tag. A major step forward!
Insulation is going up right now and will be done by Monday.

Goal: Sheetrock on Tuesday!

My first paying customer is a gal I went to high school with that is a photographer. She is having a photo session with a client there and I made sure the living room was in proper order and even washed the windows to make the experience as easy as possible.

I am so excited to start seeing HH take shape...
who will be my first overnight guest (besides me of course!)?!







I had to put a container and a sign together after all the cigarette butts
I picked up off the ground. Everyone has been obedient ever since.

Wistful Spring

We have been working here and there around the house this weekend. It is amazing what a little (really a lot) of mowing can do to a place. My hands are dry and crackly with all the weeding and digging in the dirt.

I love it.

Now if you told my 16 year old self that I would enjoy doing these types of tasks, I never woulda thunk it. My dad still laughs at my lifestyle ways...growing up I was sooo messy it was ridiculous. He would joke that a bomb went off in my closet or in the bathroom...clothes were EVERYWHERE. Now I'm pretty tidy and a little OCD about where everything goes. On occasion I will lax a bit, but my 16 year old self (while rolling my eyes at him after he tells me to clean my room, the cleaning lady is coming tomorrow!) would never think I would be more
like my dad 12 years later

But when I turned 18, I started dreaming of having a garden and growing 'things' (yes things..wasn't real sure what you could grow in your own dirt...) and maybe even tending a kitty farm and the like. Where did this come from?
I believe it came from traveling across Europe and experiencing and shadowing the Europeans' lifestyle. When I was 21, I remember distinctly telling my best friend/roommate that I cannot wait to give up paper towels and begin my daily use of linen napkins and never look back! She looked at me like I was crazy.

Well, now at 28 this ol' gal has achieved a lot of her naive dreams. I now know you can grow a lot of things in your own dirt (carrots! beets! Swiss Chard!)
and I definitely use my linen napkins every day.
I'm still working on a kitty farm...it gives Farmer a severe headache thinking about it for Eleanor had herself a cat ranch (yes! I read letters from the 60s referring the farm as the cat ranch).

It's a wistful kind of life and if you are smart about your next move, the wistful can become reality. It may be small or people may look at you like you are crazy...but if you accept your crazy ideas and they make you happy, then does it really matter?

Nope.

Now and Then

The farm back in the 1960s and now what it looks like in 2012!

Little Helper

I'm here sitting at the desk in my "office" at the house trying to finalize finishes for Heavenhill. Oskie likes to lay on top of the desk while I work but I guess he needed something soft today and snuggled in behind me on the director's chair. I have to sit on the edge in order for both of us to fit. He loves it when I work. He's becoming a pretty good kitty...