Bee Tree Farm

Team Donkey played another round of dusty-dirt roly poly on Sunday; evidence, I believe, that the minis fit in quite nicely amongst the five overbearing originals. I’ve included pictures of this evidence here, not that you don’t believe me that they rolled around like three disproportionate balls of fur, but because seeing the pictures for yourself will make your whole day – if not even two whole days. Just trust me.

But first it’s rather important to witness the star of every show – Boo – taking a moment to reflect on life in general, right there in the middle of the road.

But I digress.

Pretty neat, right? You’re welcome, by the way, for making your day(s).

Alternately, I thought it was time to completely disgust you. Make your day, then disgust you. It all evens out in the end.

Of course, I find this inexplicably precious, but that’s just me. I mean, I know that it’s just me who’s charmed by this sort of behavior. Moving on…

In other farm related news: we have the beginnings of a pasture fence! This is earth shattering and major mostly because we have spent a total of maybe four days at the land over the course of a month and therefore any progress is pretty impressive. Jeremy + Bambi are an awe-inspiring team when they wanna be and, you guessed it, I have proof.

Finally – I have saved the best news as the last news. Unfortunately the word “best” is said with quotation marks in this case. Because by best I mean the “most incredibly annoying – so annoying that every time you think of the news you hear nails scratching down a chalk board and want to punch a kitten” (never, ever punch a kitten). To be concise: I have frustrating news. The builder who I have spoken with for a year, who we went through a drawn out process of interviewing, considering, and re-considering is absolutely and totally MIA. After our wintertime Dance with the Contractors, this guy emerged as the last guy standing. In short, he was the best of the worst. Not a very promising start when you’re in that category. We have made significant progress with him and the entire project, much of which relies on his timeliness and communication (characteristics that he, like many in the profession, lack). I call, I write, I text, I call, I text, I call. Nothin’. Luckily, the movement towards building has to pause anyways due to a variety of factors that mostly come down to timing and money. And luckily, I’m busy enough during the day that I’m not able to obsess over the distinct possibility that I’ve been dumped by my contractor. And FYI – being dumped by your contractor at age 30 causes the same adolescent angst as being dumped by some boy who’s last name you don’t know who dumps you through a note stuffed in your locker in 7th grade. Clearly, I have very confused feelings about the current situation and also possibly about middle school breakups.

Which is why it is important to stop and give thanks for glasses of wine and long spring evenings. Both help me shrug my shoulders a little and remember a few important things. A year ago, there was no real discussion of a move to the land, no house plans, no soil tests, no contractor, no new pasture fence and no mini donkeys. All of that alone is, if not progress, something tangible that makes us feel closer to getting out there. And because of all the fall/winter rain we have unbelievable grass and flowers everywhere meaning that a year ago there was definitely none of this:

Buttercup pollen on Boo’s nose.

It’s not much, but it’s something, and that’ll do – that’ll have to do for now.