Several times a day, I check the chicken house and around the yard for eggs.
Several times a day, I have to get past Mean Rooster.
Several times a day, he tries to kill me.
But I get my rooster stick, update my will, and keep going. (There’s just a small amount of screaming involved.)
We’ve got some grape cuttings rooting in a pot on the porch. I don’t know what kind of grapes they are–the people I got them from didn’t know what they were, either. I just want grapes!
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"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
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