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

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.


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. 


Kathy Bo 

Sweet (and some sour!)

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!