Here. Have a chikkin.

Just a quick share of Cherry and Wynonna. They are two of many chucks here at Six Little Acres.

And here’s Wren with Cherry. She and sister hatched her themselves! Thanks for your ongoing prayers for our Wren. She is still in need of them but doing well. Thanks for stopping by and God bless!

Kathy Bo

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Tiny eggs

These itty bitty eggs were too cute to not share! They are quail eggs, brought to Six Little Acres by my daughter. Her friend Rosemary of Wholesome Roots Farm shared a dozen of these from her farm.

I just love the colors. Daughter let me photograph her technique of opening the little eggs – because they really are too small to crack. Here you’ll see the quail eggs beside the much larger hen egg. While this is new to me, many of you are way ahead here, and this isn’t news at all. But it’s a first at Six Little Acres, so share I must.

she used them for making breakfast, and I had to leave for Bible study before finding out if it took the whole dozen. I would expect it did.

Here they are again, just pretty as can be.

Please do check out Rosemary’s channel- it’s amazing to see how efficient her farm practices are. Just click HERE and tell her Six Little Acres sent you.

Thanks for stopping by, and God bless!

PS: Update on our little Wren: she’s still doing well on the clinical trial, and enjoying being a very busy four year old. Please continue your prayers.

Six Little Acres gets a new well house!

There are two wells here at Six Little Acres. Each of them have a concrete cap but they also have to have a little house to help protect the pipes in winter.

Here’s one of those charming well houses now. Dreadful.

It’s don’t-even-sneeze-near-it dreadful.

The old man who lived here before us built it maybe 30 years ago. But we’ve been so busy making this place a home that the well houses were way down our list.

Another reason it’s taken so long is that we *ahem* don’t use either well.

We are on county water so there’s no real need, but one day we may get them functioning again.

Either way, that monstrosity had to come down- and down it came in the last storm. Well, the roof did- and we had to replace it because of curious grandLittles. With kids around, we prefer a well to have a house WITH a lock.

Ninja Man got all the supplies and began working on it just two days ago. Here’s the process. Y’all. It’s so ugly. His Saws All helped to take it down.

So much ugly. We do not know what is inside this well house. There was some kind of liquid in gallon milk jugs. I’m saying moonshine (we are out in the country, after all) but Ninja says, “I have no idea and I’m not about to find out!”

Im with Ninja Man on this. After all, there are some things Clorox can’t get off.

Just sayin’.

There was a squirrel living in there, maybe a heavy drinking squirrel- but he’s somewhere else in the yard, gazing at the progress and no doubt planning to move in to his new house.

So Ninja hauled off all that yucky wood and spent the afternoon burning it.

I’m thinking he is enjoying being retired in the country. Demolition one minute, burning the next. By the way, well house #2 has photobombed this action shot. It’s day is coming, for sure!

Even with that old well house gone, it was still ugly. eww.

Thankfully I didn’t have to look at it long. In order to get that thing safe for Littles playing nearby, Ninja had already built the walls, so all he had to do was get them over to the well. this is me holding up that first wall. That’s him bringing wall #2 on the “man trucks”. That’s what we call them in our family, ever since our sweet daughter in law misunderstood “hand trucks”. It still makes us giggle. This is me helping again. The wind was blowing this paper up. It’s the layer before shingles.

We will paint it after it cures- it’s all pressure treated wood so it has to sit for a few months. We will paint it the same color as the house, a French gray. I’ll stencil our Six Little Acres logo on it at some point.

All it needs now are some cosmetics, and a trim on those shingles. I’m rooting for the door to get a wood trim.

While I think we can pretty it up, it is already light years better than before, so I’m a happy girl!

Thanks for stopping by and God bless!

Kathy Bo

Nice Things

Although I am well known to say, “That’s why we can’t have nice things!” well, I actually have a few “nice things” here at Six Little Acres.

I don’t mean “nice” as in valuable, ohhh trust me, there’s little of that here. I mean “nice” like it really, really goes with the house, or it is functional, you know, that kinda thing.

Today the UPS guy dropped off some things I was so excited to get; some wooden boxes, personalized just for Six Little Acres!

My friend is a Thirty-One consultant and they carry these great wooden boxes that you can personalize! See them here! Oh, and the cost? Just paid for the personalization because I was a party host (virtual, online). Easy and so worth it!

Yall. These are so well made and so stinkin’ perfect I can’t even. They even have black metal handles that coordinate with the metal on our barn doors! Couldn’t be more perfect than if I’d had them custom made.

This one is on the fireplace (electric, and yes we love it!) and will hold seasonal decor. I can’t wait to fill it for Christmas!

The other one will be a caddy for my table. I put salt, pepper and napkins in it. My salt and pepper shakers were a wee bit too short so I simply added a couple of squares of the styrofoam packing sheets that came with it. Stuffed those in the bottom and voila!

“Nice things” here at Six Little Acres are things that reflect “us”; they may never mean much to future generations, but then again, they may become some of the most cherished heirlooms.

Either way, I’m so happy these nice things are now in my life every day. It makes me smile.

Thanks for stopping by and God bless!

Kathy Bo

So happy even the trees are smiling!

We love Six Little Acres. We really do.

It’s not “much” to look at yet but there are so many things to love about it, especially the trees.

We have a Japanese maple here that is just stunning in the fall. You can see a bit of it here. Sorry it’s a selfie but the magnificent tree isn’t quite dressed for fall yet, so last year’s selfie will have to do. Anyway, THAT’S not the actual tree that makes today’s blog so special. It’s this one.

Ninja Man was cutting wood and he found this! How cool is that?

I named him Otis. I love his crew cut and that little “I’m so happy to be here” smile.

I’m keeping him although it’s been suggested making coasters out of his wee fairy self. Right now he is still a log and he is smiling up at us from a corner in the dining area.

I would love for some of you to comment if you know what (besides of course, LOVE Of Six Little Acres) would cause a tree to do this. It’s pretty awesome, regardless, but if it’s a “thing” it would be great to know.

Thanks for stopping by and God bless!

Kathy Bo

SLA helps others! We are blessed.

When we bought Six Little Acres, it came with not only the exceptionally funky and desperately gross doublewide, but as an added treat, we got this. This is a propane tank. We had one before when we lived in this area way, way back when we were making somewhat futile attempts to raise our two kids. They did actually grow up and are now making somewhat futile attempts at raising THEIR kids. Ninja Man and I almost never giggle about that. Almost.

No offense to the many (?) tank lovers out there, but I never liked it. I thought they were ugly then and I think they are ugly now.

We have discussed this tank numerous times. We thought we would paint it, only because we couldn’t find anyone to take it off our hands. We even had it moved so I wouldn’t have to look at it, but now it’s in clear view of the fabulous fire pit, and a wee bit close to Ninja Man’s private shooting range.

That will not do, y’all.

In a desperate attempt to get it moved AGAIN, I left it up to Ninja Man to call the ugly tank moving guy.

Why didn’t I do this before?

Because being a control freak is in my blood. I’m not saying it always works out, just that it is simply a fun fact.

Anyway, here’s the good news: the tank is getting a new home! The guy who came to look at it said his church needs a bigger tank than what they have, and if we are willing….

“WILLING?” Ohhh, Mr. Ugly Tank Moving Man, we are so very willing.

It’s a match made in Heaven. This tank will help a congregation and we are thankful to bless that congregation with it.

When we first began with Six Little Acres, we asked God to help us glorify Him. As we continue life here we continue to pray over this place. We prayed for many things including that we could bless others here. It’s an exciting moment to know that we are able to serve God in this way.

There it goes! It’s a good day.

Speaking of good days, we did get some good news last week that was encouraging for grandLittle Wren. Her current protocol seems to be working, yet it is still a blessed, but long road ahead. Please continue your prayers for her. Connect with her story on Facebook at Hope for Wren.

Thanks for stopping by and 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

Some crafting at Six Little Acres

While Ninja Man has been checking off the never ending “honey do” list, I’ve been decorating this little home.

It’s something I’ve waited so long to do.

As part of the care team for Wren, I drove back and forth many times from Savannah Ga to Atlanta and back again. This lasted over a year, from early 2016 to mid 2017.

More than half of that drive is wasteland, an endless strip of highway that starts in Savannah and winds its way back to civilization somewhere around Macon.

It’s a terribly long drive when you’re alone. Not so terrible when my three pups were along for the ride, but they would snuggle up in the first five miles and not wake until the trip was about over.

So it was these long and lonely trips that I had tons of time to think. I often tried to imagine life at Six Little Acres, where our belongings would be out of storage and unpacked, everything in its proper place.

I knew I’d use the same decor. The budget wouldn’t allow for an overhaul, and that was fine since I still enjoy our old stuff.

Now that we are settling in, (yes, still) I’ve been making a few things that have been on my wish list since those endless highway days. Right now I’m putting vinyl on our walls.

Y’all. There’s something called a Silhouette electronic die cutting machine.

Oh how I love it.

It cuts lots of different media, but today we’re talking vinyl. Wall vinyl.

Here’s what: that’s the Silhouette on the left. The laptop has the design, the scripture is all cut out in a special vinyl that is made just for walls.

Once it’s cut, you just transfer it to the wall, and BAM! You’ve got something wonderful to see every day. Ok, it’s quite a bit more complicated than that, but this is the short version. Once I finished this project, I moved on to the coffee area of our kitchen. That just makes me happy. Both of those designs are in the Silhouette store. I don’t have an affiliation with Silhouette, I just love it and figured someone may ask where I got the designs.

This next one is a whole ‘nother story.

I found an image online and recreated it in the Silhouette software. There were many, many steps involved- but it’s pretty much what I envisioned on those trips back and forth.

If you read or speak French, you’ll know that it says it’s a bakery- however, that is the studio bathroom door. I like to pretend the door came from Paris. It didn’t, but who cares, right?

Anyway, here’s the door, designed like I planned so long ago:There’s a curtain behind the door. It can be pulled closed (as in the picture) when someone needs a bit more privacy than the faux glass offers.

So that’s the latest. It’s been a while, I know, and though we are getting cozy in our little home, some days are really hard. Little Wren is doing well but we are never far from the reality that she is still in treatment.

Still, we have seen an incredible amount of blessings. God is real. He walks before us and beside us. Ask anyone in this family and they will agree, there’s no denying Him and His goodness.

Spring is in full bloom at Six Little Acres, and we have hope.

Thanks for stopping by and God bless.

Kathy Bo

The Quilt at Six Little Acres

Several years ago, Ninja Man decided to make a quilt.

We have made quilts for our son and son in law, but this one would be lots bigger.

Lots, y’all.

He began stitching out the squares on my first embroidery machine. This machine was anything but cutting edge. It was a challenge to embroider with it, but he kept chipping away at it and finally finished the squares.

And they went into a box.

Life happened, and as the years went by, once in a while he would mention that he needed to finish that quilt.

Then he retired, and we began settling in at Six Little Acres. We finally set up the EBR (Emotional Baggage Room) with tables and space to host Bible studies, crafting groups and family events.

It took him maybe a day to just push all those tables together and start working on his quilt. He sewed and sewed. He embroidered extra details (with our newer, much more capable machine) on the squares. He was in the EBR every day and the progress was amazing.

Today he called me in there to show me the finished quilt. It’s a king, and every single stitch is designed by him.

Even after 41 years of marriage I’m still amazed sometimes at what he can do.

Yeah, I’m kinda proud.