Fall at Six Little Acres

While there is vibrant color in and around town, we have “some” color here at Six Little Acres.

Ninja Man suggested we go for a walk down our trail in the woods and I was ready! Well, until I thought about what I was wearing. We have a lot of hunters in the area so this became my “don’t shoot!” hat for the day. Yeah, it’s a rain hoodie that snaps off one of my jackets. I figured it would work. Must have because I am still here!

Oh, I also had to put on my snake boots. Hard to see them here, right? RIGHT? Hahahah This is me in my walk-in-the-woods gear accompanied by one of our precious pups named Winston. He is about to be three years old. The sunlight y’all. Oh my goodness. I’m so thankful to have seen this today. And did y’all know fairies live here? They do- and the grandLittles have made a great little fairy village. That one has had a bit too much honeysuckle juice.

We also saw a mushroom that is actually growing THROUGH a leaf. Either that or the leaf fell, was poisoned and fell around the shroom. Either way it was a cool find. Then we had this red one pop up too. Like snakes, I assume all mushrooms are poisonous so I don’t mess with them. Here are some other pix I took along the way. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I was born on Thanksgiving and was also married on Thanksgiving. The 27th and 25th, respectively. 60 years bold is how I like to say it, and married 42 of those 60 years. I was 17, turned 18 two days later.

Here’s my favorite thing:

Have a blessed and happy Thanksgiving all.

And thank you for stopping by Six Little Acres.

Kathy Bo

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The Fire Pit: Part One

Is it fair to say this is part one when in fact, I mentioned it on my previous post?

Of course it is.

This is the blogging world after all. No rules, right? And “rules” are just what we don’t want, such as an HOA telling us we can’t do this or that. Fire pit in the back yard? Of course we can! THIS is Six Little Acres.

So here’s where we began.

Just a week ago (seriously!) the excavation guy came and made this. Ninja Man started working right away.

First, he sprayed the ground with weed killer and then added landscaping fabric. Then he put down THREE tons (Correction from previous post) of chips. One ton of “trail mix” (the base layer) and two tons of mini slate chips.

Here’s the delivery of said chips:Ninja Man was a wee bit excited. I mean, he has had a HUGE excavator AND tons of stuff dumped, all in one week.

He worked into the night (okay, about 8:30 pm), but still, a long day for this recent retiree. Lo and behold (as momma used to say), within days it was time to get the bricks for the fire pit.

Ninja Man was in a LOT of pain but he persevered- and after a cortisone shot to the knee, he was back at it.

Those bricks are perfectly level. The guy who, in his career released private jets into the wild, is all about exact detail. The actual construction of the wood fire pit took less than a day, y’all.

True story.

Fun fact:

That is a rawhide mallet. The surface is soft so as not to break things like fancy brick.

Ninja Man’s dad used it and Ninja has been using it for the past 40 (plus) years. When I sent a picture to our son, he reminded me that he has also used it- so it’s pretty much at least a three-generation rawhide mallet.

I needed to take a grandLittle to ballet and about two hours later, I came home to this: Of course we had to get our chairs, a couple of beers and a cigar (Ninja, not me) and fire that thing up.

It is wonderful and awesome and absolutely what we wanted. This is in slow motion because… why not?

https://youtu.be/jUEjrRTOgUA

Part one of this project is finished.

Part two will be to simply add the gas fire pit, a fancy thing that we want to use when we just want an easy fire. Currently that one is riding around in the back of my car, still in the box.

Part three: well, that may take a while. We will add a structure over the biggest part of the area. While we still haven’t nailed down the exact design, we know it will have a tin roof.

I can see us rushing outside to pull up a chair and listen to the rain on that tin roof while a gentle fire glows from the gas fire pit. Every day is a better one here at Six Little Acres.

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Last, but absolutely not least, please keep our grandLittle Wren in prayer. She’s having a great time being four, but still fighting that fight.

Thanks for stopping by, and God bless.

Kathy Bo

A Big Day

Aww shoot!

Y’all know a Big Day at Six Little Acres could mean anything from a new dog fence to a mowed yard.

But today it happened: Ninja Man got his very own, private shooting range.

He’s verklempt. So happy in fact, he has had me out there two, maybe three times today (once in the rain) to admire it.

To be fair, I also went out to admire (drumroll please…) the base for our future fire pit.

It’s a thing, this constant putting together of Six Little Acres. We feel like we are settled, then a project gets underway and we are busy again.

Tomorrow we will get two whole tons of mini slate chips for the fire pit.

Two TONS, y’all.

So here’s an idea of what will be:

The fire pit area is just outside my studio window. We will eventually have both propane (for comfy fireside chats) and wood pit (for burning stuff) and a structure over the sitting area.

This image where Ninja Man is working shows a jut out which won’t be covered- the pits will go there. The big area (16 X 20) will be covered and right now we aren’t exactly sure of the finished design. Most likely, a simple pole barn-like structure with a slanted tin roof.

Y’all know I’ll fancy it up with billowing curtains and decor.

Now on to the private shooting range.

Oh. Ninja is so happy. It’s long, over 100 feet. By the way, our excavation guy is amazing. He’s from New Zealand and has the accent to match. We just thought he was the greatest. He also sent one of his best guys to move the dirt.

At the end of the day, we felt like we did pretty well. Especially when we saw this. Thanks for stopping by!

God bless!

Kathy Bo

Shut the front door!

We have doors, y’all.

Well, actually, we’ve had doors for a while now but Ninja Man just installed SCREEN doors!

I’m so excited.

Because each door has a separate screen door, I can have a cross breeze like nobody’s business!

That, and the pups can roam free in and out to their little fuzzy heart’s desires.

Here they come! In case you’re wondering, that’s Monty the Italian Greyhound at top followed by Winston the Boston Terrier. Winston has to consider all the things before he makes a commitment. Miele, at bottom, flies through like her fanny is on fire. That’s the Jack Russell in her. We wish we could wash it out but no. It’s IN and she channels her inner Jack like it’s her sworn duty.

Hoover (our elderly Boston) was napping during this photo shoot.

Where do they go? Ah, that.

Well, Ninja Man and daughter built a HUGE pen for the pups. It only took them a week and they really enjoyed working on it together. Those big gates are necessary so we can move a camper in and out. They have to travel through the fenced in area to get to the hookups.

Now that the pups are happy, we can get back to doors.

So the pup door got installed first. This eliminates the need for us to jump up from time to time so the herd can answer the call of nature.

Next, Ninja Man installed the front porch door but it’s my favorite so I’m saving it for last.

He’s working on this one right now:This goes out to the side of the house where there is a fire pit and chickens.

Let’s talk about that fire pit.

It really isn’t one at all. What it is is a burn barrel and Ninja uses it all the time. There is a small dish type thing we use for roasting marshmallows and stuff like that, but so far it’s just a place in the yard near enough to the garden hose in case of, well, fire.

Side note: Ninja Man asked me what I want for Mother’s Day. I felt a little dizzy for a moment, having never heard the question in at least 37 years of mothering his offspring. In his defense, he is retired now and clearly trying to get into Heaven. But before I could come to my senses, I blurted out “a fire pit!”

Y’all.

So many missed opportunities. But like I said, I was dizzy, taken aback even. AND we happened to be at Home Depot when he asked.

Why couldn’t this question be asked at Jared’s jewelry store for goodness sake? Could be cause we never go there.

Anyway, here’s the front screen door!

(Drumroll please….)

It’s wooden. Ninja painted it gray, to match perfectly with the siding. It slaps shut. The grandLittles have already slapped it shut so I know it works, just like a grandma’s door should!

It’s messy around it because Ninja is still tweaking it here and there, but it’s installed and I’m so stinkin’ happy.

And you know, getting a fire pit for Mother’s Day just feels right. It’s not how brightly the gift shines; it’s how it warms you inside and out.

Thanks for stopping by and God bless!

Kathy Bo

Will they last?

Y’all. I have NO idea what I’m doing when it comes to plants. But still, with help from Ninja Man and a grandLittle, I accomplished this sweet little setting today.

Do I “want” beautiful flowers like in a “real” garden at Six Little Acres? Oh, I do.

Do I “want” to do all the things it takes to help them thrive, like the Master Gardener class I took said I should?

Um. Two things about that:

1) I have raised two kids. Lovingly raised them. Dedicated to the task, I fed, watered and educated them. You know the drill. I did pretty well at all that but probably because you can’t actually ignore kids. They let you know when they need feeding and watering.

Plants? Not so much. They will be strong and healthy one day and flat out dead as a doornail the next. Seeing them thriving makes me happy. Seeing them gasping for breath under my care is a whole ‘nother thing. My family knows not to give me flowers. They would fare much better if we just run over them in the driveway than to put them in a vase on my table.

Nothing says “sucky plant mom” better than wilting flowers. I can’t take it y’all. It’s just too much pressure.

2) Yes, I took a Master Gardener class. It was MONTHS long. Maybe it was years long. All i know is it made my head hurt. It was college level study. My brain got so full I dreamed root systems and pollination.

Did I retain what I learned?

Y’all should know that among my many talents, the only thing I retain is water.

I did use the knowledge (quickly, before I forgot everything) to make a really nice garden and sitting area at one of our former homes.

And then I blinked, and it was all forgotten.

So the mystery here is will these little innocent plants stand a chance. I don’t know for sure but for now they are happy. Full sun, partial shade, who can blame me what with all such demands, right?

Of course, I forgot to water them. But not to worry I’ll get right on that- just like a proper Master Gardener.

And tomorrow, these cute little strawberry plants will join the ranks of mystery survivors at the hands of one former Master Gardener. Just in case, I’ve frozen a bunch from the grocery store. Not the plants, the actual strawberries.

Thanks for stopping by Six Little Acres. Y’all be blessed.

Kathy Bo

It’s curtains!

We have storm doors on the EBR.

“What’s the EBR?” You ask.

The Emotional Baggage Room, of course.

We didn’t intend to have a room full of emotional baggage, but sometimes, when you’re going through some of life’s biggest problems, it helps to have a place to drop stuff like that off. And yes, margaritas are served in the EBR.

So here we are in this HUGE room we added on to the back of the house. It’s 14X44. It would have been 20X44 but there’s a septic tank that called all the shots while we were building.

Anyway, the EBR was in great distress as it held all the things after we moved that we needed to sort, sell, donate, burn etc. With most of that behind us, we’ve had a few folks to stay overnight. Basically The Boy (my favorite son) and his family, and there was that one guy who was stranded at the airport with Ninja Man… but that’s another story.

Anyway, whenever we have guests, we have to tape brown paper over the full paned exterior doors. Yeah, there’s a fixed glass pane that runs from top to bottom. Pretty cool to gaze over a few feet of Six Little Acres, but not so cool if you’re a guest and the sun slaps ya in the face long before you’re ready to roll outta bed.

We discussed a few options.

Ninja Man wanted blinds. I really don’t like blinds but we have them because- well, Ninja wants them.

The blinds he wanted for those doors were way out of our budget so we looked at curtains.

I sew, but was in no mood to buy yards of fabric. I know how it would go. I’d find the perfect print and it would be $10.99 per yard. I’d need maybe 4 yards. Having to sew it afterwards would just add insult to injury.

So I decided to see what I could get in ready made.

Kohls had these. Two panels for like $20- plus I got a $10 coupon of Kohls Cash to use later, so technically I got them for $10 for the pair.

You can’t beat that y’all.

I stopped at the Dollar General and picked up some super basic rods to hold them up. They were ONE DOLLAR, y’all. ONE.

Sign me up.

Ok, so I got them home, Ninja Man installed the hardware and I commenced to cutting and sewing.

here’s one panel looking pretty cute on that dirty EBR door. It needs love and painting. Someday. but wait.

I didn’t want it closed except when we have guests, so I took the top I’d cut off (the part with the grommets) and made a pretty sweet tie back. Velcro is my friend. And here we are. All finished. There are two doors in the EBR and the other one looks just like this- except it is much, much more in need of some love and paint.

Next plan is to put a screen / storm door on so I can have even MORE breezes in here this spring. The breezes y’all. We planned this so we would feel cross breezes everywhere. We planned well. It’s fabulous.

I’m loving life here at Six Little Acres. Ninja Man is now fully retired and we sit around a lot. We DO talk about doing something other than sitting around, and some days, like today, we get up and DO STUFF.

Other days, we’re just kickin back here at Six Little Acres.

Home sweet home.

Thanks for stopping by. Please share and comment. Above all, please keep praying for our little Wren. She’s still battling cancer and we are still faithful that God has a better plan for her.

God bless each of you.

Kathy Bo

To do lists

So we are now living life at Six Little Acres.  There are still many things to unpack and I’m slowly but surely making my way through the boxes.

Sometimes it’s like Christmas! I’m seeing things we “thought” were going to be stored for only three months, but glory be, it took a stinkin’ year and two months to finally get out of those storage units.

We’ve had only a few casualties; some china, a couple of items the movers thought they deserved (small stuff, God has that so we don’t have to pursue it), and Ninja Man’s shoulder. Yep, two slight tears in his rotator cuff. I asked him what happened. This is how it went:

Me: What in the world? Are you ok? Does it hurt? How did it happen?

Ninja Man: I don’t know.

Me: (We have been married nearly 41 years so I kinda know which question he chose to answer.) You don’t know how it happened? Were you with your shoulder all day? Did you loan it out? Are you secretly trying to do some sort of one-armed extreme sport?

Ninja Man: I don’t know.

Me: (see above part about 41 years)

Well, after several weeks of his wincing in pain, we went to the doc and it is determined that he will live. He got two shots, one where the sun don’t shine and another straight to the shoulder. I held his hand and gently reminded him that I delivered BOTH of his babies naturally. It’s the best I could do under the circumstances and it made the doctor laugh so it was sooo worth it.

Anyway, back to the subject at hand.

Spoiler alert: Having no money made me a list maker long ago when our kids were little, our mortgage was huge, and we were depressed when we were broke and irresponsible when we weren’t.

My lists went like the one I’m pasting in here. Stuff we can do that takes NO money and stuff we can do when we have a little extra. If any of you are IRS agents, I promise not to get anything until y’all are happy and friends with us again.

This will hang in the message area of the kitchen. What’s a message area? A blank wall for now but I’m going to make a sweet little something to hold lists such as this one.

By the way, the “no cost” list includes several things we already have like paint and stuff. It also includes elbow grease, as momma used to say, which means to get off one’s lazy fanny and work.

Things to do at Six Little Acres

No Cost

Outside:

Clean under carports

Clean up yard

Pick up branches

Clear spiderwebs

Touch up and paint porches

Put rug down on front porch

Fill holes in yard

Inside:

Master bath:

Add lights

Fix drawers

Touch up paint

Hang my makeup mirror

Adjust faucets

Studio bath:

Décor

Fix TP holder

Adjust faucets

Living room:

Repair and repaint post

Touch up paint

Décor

Make scripture for wall (Silhouette / vinyl)

Fix barn door

Kitchen:

Make rolling island

Make vinyl sign for chalkboard

Need funds:  

Outside:

$$     Paint carport roofs

$$     Buy or repair weed eater

$$     Install stepping stones or walkway to cars

$$     Make sitting area on hill

$$     Make firepit

$$     Get tree guy to see diseased trees

$$$   Remote for gate

$$$   Hire bobcat guy

$$$$ Build new porch on side of house

$$$$ Install fencing

$$$$ Install gutters

Inside:

$       Cordless phone with extra base

$$$   Rods and curtains in living room

$$$   Kitchen pantry

I hope this encourages someone to see parts of your own picture, not the whole overwhelming enchilada. Yesterday I unpacked our bedroom and organized the closet and dresser. It made all the difference in the world and I have to say I woke up happy for the first time in a long time. Cost was zero and momma would be proud.

Y’all be blessed, and please keep praying for the Six Little Acres folks. Baby Wren and her mommy (my daughter) are heading to Philadelphia soon for further treatment and we need that neuroblastoma to be gone.

Thanks for stopping by,

Kathy Bo

Permit me to burn this

So we passed inspection a few weeks ago (see previous post) but we had so much going on we didn't have time to celebrate.

Oh, we've talked about it. We've planned and planned.

Extensive planning.

All that planning ended up with this:

We planned to have a fire. In a pit.

And that's not all. We planned to burn the renovation permit that was stuck on our door for over a stinkin year.

A year, people.

This is more than a classic cardboard mini-poster thing with black marker and … wait for it… blue painter's tape. This, THIS thing meant we were not allowed to live here until we fulfilled the county requirements. And now we have.

And like the song says, tonight's the night. Oh yeah. It is.

And Ninja Man, creative as he is, added all kinds of memorabilia to the blaze. There were pieces of old siding, a 2X6 from the EBR (our 14 X 44 "porch" aka the "Emotional Baggage Room"), some window trim and assorted bits and pieces from all over the former house.

Through the magic of the interwebs, y'all can celebrate with us!

Here I am directing the process because I'm a control freak:
and here is Ninja Man being all brave with this fire. It's his fire, after all. He's SO ready to toss that thing in. Me too, but I was feeling a bit warmish. It's July. In Georgia. So there we go. It's a done deal. We are living here and and we've had the ceremonial roasting of the permit.

Life is good here at Six Little Acres. We are blessed. Now for getting our stuff here and start decorating and nesting.

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God bless.
Kathy Bo

Success! Life begins at Six Little Acres 

Picture a cheerleader, preferably me in 5th grade, shaking gold and black pom-poms that match my pleated cheerleader skirt and vest, yelling, “Tigers! Tigers! Gooooo Tigers!”  

Well, fast forward 45 plus years, take away the pom-poms and -please- take that uniform too (it won’t fit anyway) and that’s me, on the porch at Six Little Acres yelling, “Inspector, inspector! Gooooo inspector!” I mean, REALLY. GO. LEAVE. VAMOOSE. DONT LET THE DOOR HIT YA WHERE THE GOOD… well, y’all get the idea. 

Because we passed inspection! Oh yes we did. 

I’m so happy. And I am officially LIVING HERE. Yep. It’s awesome and amazing and even though most of our stuff is still in storage, we are just as cozy as we can be with paper plates and plastic forks. 

So life begins At Six Little Acres. 

There’s still LOTS to do and share so follow us here and on Facebook. We are excited to see what tomorrow brings. 

God bless,

Kathy Bo 

Still working 

It’s been a busy couple of weeks here at Six Little Acres. 

We are desperately- and I mean DESPERATELY – trying to get everything finished so the county inspector can sign off and we can go on with our lives. 

We are hoping he can come on Friday and also hoping we have done everything we had to do. Not only so we can be done with it but because this has KILT US.

KILT US DET!

Ninja Man can’t use his right hand without pain and my left knee is all jacked up. BUT Favorite Son in Law (FSIL) Ian is still young and to my knowledge, all his major parts are still in working order. 

A couple of fun things:

It doesn’t matter if you have to paint stuff and dig tons of dirt, grass grows and it has to be mowed. 

So I mowed this morning. 

And I took pictures. We shall call this “A View From the Mower”. 

Oh yes. 

We shall. 

Views from the mower make me happy, but mostly if I have already mowed what lies beyond. 
Another thing: 

Chickens and blueberries. 

Favorite daughter harvested about a quart of blueberries this afternoon. She and the Littles also brought eggs from the coop. But it’s not all fun and games, y’all. There’s some serious work going on here. So serious that we had to call for help. Rest up, Ninja Man. Teach those Littles to work. 

Now don’t feel bad for them- they worked super hard for approximately 8 minutes then went on vacation for – well- they are still on vacation. I get it, Littles, it’s hard work. I was over it in 5 minutes. Y’all rocked it. 

Disclaimer: this next shot ain’t pretty. Left these and they just sat there. They didn’t work unless we worked. Nothing magical here, move on. My water fell over. It was DET y’all. Some other things: 

We got rid of this: ohhhhh happy day. Dude left with this eyesore and my check for $350. I was happy and sad all at once. 

The only thing left behind was a terrible stench for a couple of hours because it poured rain for four days after. When the sun came back out we started working again. 

Apparently we aren’t the only ones making a home at Six Little Acres. 

This black widow is now just a memory (and yes, it’s a type of black widow, we Googled it). Anyway, Ninja Man squashed it with his glove. He’s cool like that. I magnified it for your viewing pleasure. 

In other news, my brother came to finish the stairs. He is a REAL carpenter, not pretend ones like we had before. The pretend ones left us high and dry with a huge mess that had to be rebuilt. If we ever see them again I hope it’s with a judge between us, one that raises one eyebrow and stares at them really hard. Yeah. TAKE THAT. 

Anyway, here’s my hero, brother Dave. After he rebuilt and put the (county required) granny bar on the steps, he and Ninja Man got some play time in. (By the way, that bar is required because someone’s drunk granny needed something to hang on to- not saying we don’t need it. I am, after all, a grandma and IF WE EVER FINISH THIS it will be 5 o’clock somewhere.

Anyway, the play date: 

Look closely for the drone. In the first image, it’s above the 2nd pup. In the next, it’s above the silver van. They had fun and marveled at the video of Six Little Acres. One day I’ll try to share one here so you can marvel too. 

It was a busy two weeks. We are looking forward to a burn pit night where we celebrate the end of county required work and the beginning of doing fun stuff for Six Little Acres at our leisure. That’s what we do in rural Georgia, celebrate by burning stuff. It’s a tradition, especially if you’ve sent your dumpster away. 

Thanks for stopping by, and please keep Baby Wren in your prayers. We are waiting on a 2nd opinion. See her story on Facebook at Hope For Wren. 

Hebrews 11:1 says, “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” God said it, we believe it. And we proclaim His glory in this precious child. 

Toodles,

Kathy Bo