You use different muscles to work a farmstead than you do a homestead.
530 am, Easter Sunday. I woke, made coffee, then stood in the middle of the living room and screamed
BUNNY'S BEEN HERE!
Small was the first one up. Easter Bunny brought them little Coleman headlamps.
I made an apple strudel while husband packed the car. And we were off to the farmstead. Once there, eggs were hidden with the utmost care.
And they were off!
My morning was spent on firewood.
No bubble bursting this morning please. I did this all by myself.
Husband did some tilling, then climbed the windmill.
Then it was lunch time, picnic style of course. Then back to work. Clearing trees and putting up fence posts. And let's not forget the massive amount of hemlock I worked on getting out.
We put 9 of these bad boys in. Had to drag them behind us with chains they were so heavy.
Small is still on the fence about all this
Too sore to type, to tired to think.