What's on the ground, and what we're doing with it.
Eleven acres of mixed hardwood. We cut what is dead, leave what is bent, plant into the gaps the storms open.
Perimeter fencing, portable electric net for rotational grazing. Chickens on it now, goats coming.
Three hundred crocus bulbs in the ground. Raised beds for drainage. We're learning what grows here.
Still going up. Eventually the goats live here and the kitchen runs out of it.
The woodcock comes back in March. We run out of straw. Mud everywhere. The crocus leaves come up before anything else.
Rotating birds every few days. Fencing what we didn't finish in spring. Tomatoes. Hay cut and baled by the neighbor.
Frost hits, crocuses open. Eight days of picking at dawn. Wood piles stacked before the deep cold. Apples off the trees we didn't plant.
We cut firewood in the woodlot, walk the fence line, place bulb orders for next October, mend what broke.
No address, no GPS, no lot lines — just the shape of it. — we'll send directions when you reserve.
Come pick up what you bought. We'll send directions.
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