I’m pretty excited to share that we are planning a serene walking path at Six Little Acres.
Here’s a video to give you an idea of what we want to do. We are getting estimates on clearing out. Hopefully it’s affordable! Stay tuned!
I’m pretty excited to share that we are planning a serene walking path at Six Little Acres.
Here’s a video to give you an idea of what we want to do. We are getting estimates on clearing out. Hopefully it’s affordable! Stay tuned!
It’s July 4 and we are winding down from what can only be called a wonderful day.
We had a task filled morning, he working in the yard while I worked in the EBR (the Emotional Baggage Room).
Daughter and family live here with us and they had a fun day seeing friends before coming home late afternoon.
With everyone home, Ninja Man surprised the Littles by setting up their kiddie pool. The water was nice and warm by the time they put on their swimsuits.
Ninja Man also had a barrel fire going the entire day, burning stuff like boxes (I kept sending them out) and branches. He is increasing our outdoor living space and reclaiming some land from the heavily wooded area beside the house.
As the sun began to set, Ninja Man had yet another surprise for the Littles; an outdoor movie. The water was a bit chilly by then so the girls enjoyed Ice Age in reclining lawn chairs.
Here are some pictures from the day. Nothing fancy, just the way we do things here. It’s been a sweet, sweet day and we are thankful.
Wren and big sis Phoebe Jo played for hours in the pool.
This child’s hair, y’all. Straight out of the pool- my mother would say she has “ringlets” and rightly so. Ninja Man’s outdoor movie. It was such fun. We have four zero gravity outdoor lounge chairs and also camp chairs so everyone was very comfy.
It’s been a sweet day, and so very blessed. Wren is still in treatment (meds for 3 years) but she is stable and able to do anything she wants. It’s an awesome thing considering where we started. See her story on Facebook at Hope For Wren. Purple and pink icon.
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Hope your July 4th was great, and thanks for stopping by. God bless.
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.
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.
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.
Our stuff is finally here.
Here at Six Little Acres.
Oh yes it is. And we, (the Ninja Man and moi) are exhausted beyond imagination.
We rented a U-Haul and – through U-Haul- we hired two movers. Y’all remember how I’ve mentioned how blessed we are? Well, those two movers turned into three, and the four hours we paid for were finished in three!
That’s a big deal since Ninja Man had worked a full day and needed to go to bed. It’s just a piece of gravel in a mountain of major challenges we have faced.
None of this has been easy, y’all. None of it.
Let’s recap since February 2016. The 15th, to be exact was when Baby Wren was diagnosed with neuroblastoma in her neck. That is the day I will never forget. Baby cancer will do that to you. Looking back, it’s absolutely a devastating event that forever altered our lives. But it is also absolutely the time we have seen more blessings than we have ever witnessed.
With this news, there was not even a doubt that I would help our daughter and her husband with Wren and big sis Phoebe.
We moved away from our beautiful Savannah home, renting it out because it’s too soon in the mortgage to sell. We knew the expenses we would incur would be substantial. We own an RV and we moved into it.
We spent a full year renovating Six Little Acres with horrid contractors. I was in charge of the whole project and had to navigate it from a distance from either Savannah or the children’s hospital. All this while living in the RV near Savannah and me driving to Atlanta every 21 days for 13 rounds of baby chemo.
Our plan was to accomplish this place with no debt. We didn’t make that goal. We had to go into debt and now we will pay that as we go.
We finally finished this build/remodel in late May. I moved in and lived as sparsely as I’ve ever lived. Paper plates. No dresser for my clothes (I’ve successfully used cardboard boxes). Very few chairs, a borrowed pot and pan, no toaster, no washer or dryer and no TV. Everything we owned was in storage and Ninja would bring as much as he could every time he came. Im 58 years old. Let me just say that I am completely over hauling laundry to a laundromat either near SLA or at the campground. Over it, y’all.
We have been married nearly 41 years. Besides the washer and dryer, we have a good bit of stuff even though I pared it down a lot before we moved. Check this out: knowing how I needed furnishings and necessities, Ninja Man tirelessly loaded his truck after working 10 hour days (he had help only once) and drove the 3 1/2 hours from Savannah to our new home. He did this nearly every Friday for over four months.
He’s 64. There were bookcases and heavy boxes.
It’s a lot, y’all.
Fast forward to tonight. I can’t describe how tired we are. I’m too tired to cry. Too tired to put on my PJs. So I won’t do either.
Ninja Man and I left the RV (I was there to get some things done in Savannah) about 9:30 this morning. Instead of sleeping, I’d spent several hours being anxious about the SneakMobile being towed. Oh, I didn’t want to. I didn’t even expect to. It’s just a byproduct of being the sweet and loving control freak that I am.
Anyway, he drove the 26′ truck with The SneakMobile in tow. I drove his huge pickup truck.
Being the control freak that I am, I was surprised that once we were on the road, I really wasn’t worried at all. The SneakMobile is obedient, and followed along as if it we do this all the time.
Here we are challenging another U-Hauler to a duel.
Don’t worry, I never looked at my phone to take this picture. Seriously. It’s just a rare talent that I discovered shortly after the invention of picture-taking-phones.
Four hours later (only 30 extra minutes from our usual time) we were turning in at Six Little Acres.
Can I just tell y’all how big this is? Huge. Huge, y’all.
And that 26′ truck was filled, as momma would say, “to the gills.”
Having spent so much already, I put a call out on Facebook for help. Even though the offer was for pizza-compensation, we had folks eager to come at this crucial time.
Both Ninja and I have issues with our right shoulders. Mine due to a hard fall on concrete, his a mystery injury. I asked him if he was with his shoulder at the time it was injured, he assured me he was. We have no clue what happened but he will get an MRI next week.
And can I just say that I saw my X-ray and I’m downright skinny up under all this fluff. Skinny bones. Yep. That’s me.
Anyway, here are a few pictures of the “during”. I will start on boxes tomorrow, right after I sleep until somebody makes me drag my drivin-all-over-the-dang-place-paper-plate-using-laundromat-hanging-out-whiney butt out of the bed.
And not a moment sooner.
Thanks for stopping by, and thank you all who have been praying for Baby Wren. Keep it up please, she has a ways to go yet.
We are southwest of Atlanta. We watched the news of Hurricane Irma with great interest, as we have friends and family in Florida and Savannah. We also still own a home in Savannah and so far it fared well.
Being southwest of Atlanta, we figured we’d have nothing more than rain.
We were wrong.
That danged old storm just found her way into places no one expected. And though we had only wind and rain, Six Little Acres was no exception to Irma’s SE trek.
There was rain, lots of it. It was the kind of cold rain that the pups refused to go outside.
We finally devised a plan that meant leading them out and letting them go in the carport. The carport is a metal roof thing with dirt as a floor, so it was perfect for pups “on the go”. This single thing was probably the best plan all weekend.
We had wind that twisted the treetops in a weird and creepy way. That wind got up to a guesstimate of about 40 mph and spread that cold rain with it.
We were ready for a power outage. We had hurricane snacks as well as bottled water, sandwich fixings, canned goods and chips.
Ninja Man and the FSIL filled every gas tank we had just in case we needed the generator.
The grandLittles were stir crazy after a few short hours and needed some chicken-chasin’ outdoors. But as the rain and winds continued, we all just did our best to entertain them.
Here’s a great illustration of Ninja Man, favorite daughter (ok, she’s our only daughter) and yours truly, coping with the storm.
I know. It’s hard to muster up any sympathy. Except for a flicker or two, we never lost power.
Please keep praying for those who were hit hard during this storm as well as Harvey. They may never regain their lives and livelihoods. Having once lost all our possessions in a fire, it breaks my heart to see the devastation reported from these storms across the Caribbean, Atlantic and the Gulf.
Prayers also please for Baby Wren and favorite daughter as they travel to Pennsylvania for more treatment. We are so blessed that they CAN travel. That there IS medicine. That we ARE able to have treatment for our Little. We are blessed beyond imagination.
Thank you for stopping by, and God bless each of you.
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.
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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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”.
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.
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.
Six Little Acres is undergoing such a transformation that it’s hard to keep up sometimes. But that’s pretty much expected when something is being completely rebuilt.
Yeah, y’all. I said completely.
In an earlier post I mentioned that we had termites. What I meant was, our doublewide retirement home, you know, the free house that came with the land? Yeah, that one. Anyway, this place was the Cozumel of the termite world. They came from far and wide, gathered, ate, ate, ate and ate some more.
The only good news about our place being the vacation spot for all the termites is that they had a one way ticket to paradise. Someone (had to have been a hired professional) annihilayted the evil little things in mid celebration. But repair? Nope. Didn’t happen. For reasons unknown to us, dude never had the repair work done.
So here we come, spent our funbucks on sprucing up the place and became committed to finish the job. What we thought was elbow grease, paint and a few bits of decor. What we got was a place about to fall completely down.
Did y’all know that tears and a few choice words do not change a thing? It’s true. After I had a termite induced meltdown, I still had to face the reality. We were going to make this our home come rain or shine.
That was the sour part.
Ready for some sweet? I know you are! I sure am!
Well, daughter brought the Littles over several times in the last weeks so they could enjoy the figs, muscadines and scuppernongs. Though the majority of visits to “Poppa Bo and Momma Bo’s” house happened when we were here in Savannah, I did get to see it first hand a time or two.
This. THIS! My grandLittles are loving the fruit at Six Little Acres!
Daughter knows so much about edible as well as medicinal plants. She is the perfect tour guide for a certain toddler and pre-schooler, showing them how things grow, what they can and cannot eat, how seasons affect the plants and so much more.
It’s a homeschooling dream, and daughter is seizing every delicious moment.
Did I mention that all the goodies growing on Six Little Acres are not only thriving, but they are very mature plants? Well, that’s the truth, and we are blessed to have them on out property.
We are over the moon excited for the “retired” days ahead when the Littles race from fig bush to grape vine, munching their way through the bounty of a west Georgia summer.
It won’t be long before we are enjoying our grandLittles at Six Little Acres on a regular basis. In no time at all, those termites and all the problems we are dealing with now will be in the past.
It may be a bit sour now, but sweeter days are coming. I can’t wait!