Outside, and it’s nice and chilly!

Since fall arrived, we have taken to walking around Six Little Acres. It’s just such a pleasant place to be, this respite from the many, many hours we worked before retirement.

Here are some snippets of life here today.

Two thirds of our pups: (Our oldest Boston Terrier can’t play anymore)and I promise, they are BEST friends, they just love to play hard with one another. Just moments before I began recording, they were running laps around Ninja Man and me. Miele (Mee-luh) is the Boston / Sneaky Neighbor Dog mix. Winston is the Boston.

And this:

This is the grandLittle’s “Climbing Tree”, and in the summer and spring its branches are full of giggles.

Then this:

Ninja Man had to repair some fencing. It’s the fence surrounding the dog’s yard. They are 100% indoor family members, but have their very own door when they need to go.

He didn’t waste a minute figuring out how to stretch that wire.

Quick repair, all done!

After our walk about, we settled into the little garden in front of the house and discussed whether or not we should cancel our $50 a month YouTube TV. We have this conversation about every six weeks or so.

We shall see.

Thanks for stopping by and God bless!

Kathy Bo

The Dogs of Six Little Acres

While every day is officially Dog Day here at Six Little Acres, apparently it’s “National” Dog Day on Facebook.

I thought I’d share some awesome pix of our babies with you. As most of you know, we are retired. Now we share our home and lives with three sweet pups; two Boston Terriers and one Boston / Sneaky-neighbor-dog mix (it’s a rare breed, y’all).

So in honor of National Dog Day, here are the babies:

This was me with the Boston mix and our oldest Boston. Pic taken before our grandLittle Wren was diagnosed with neuroblastoma. I’ve aged 20 years since 2016.

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Thanks for stopping by, and God bless.
Kathy Bo

Today, three years ago.

The story below showed up in my Facebook memories today. I am SO thankful we are past that season. As I write this blog post, I am using my phone, in the car, with Ninja Man driving and little Wren in the back seat. We are taking her to the Children’s Hospital for a checkup. She is on trial meds for the neuroblastoma that was found in her neck when she was just 16 months old. She’s a MAJOR joy and such a trooper. I wish we were going somewhere fun, but this is our new normal, this time with hope. And best of all, this precious Little will celebrate her 5th birthday in September. She says hi to all of you! (THAT DIMPLE, YALL!)

On to the memory:

There’s a story here. We shall title it “A Pane in my Glass”.

A) It’s moving month. Yeah, it’s not moving “day” any freakin more. It’s moving freakin month. Apparently that’s the way we do things.

B) I have a nice IKEA setup in my studio. Among its attributes are two glass topped desks. You will note I’m sweeping up one of those two desk tops with an itty bitty broom. More on that in a minute.

C) it was a freak accident- at least that’s Ninja Man’s story and he is sticking to it. I only “heard” the crash because I was about 100 feet away in my new natural habitat: a freakin storage unit.

D) thankfully it was tempered glass. That meant it broke in a gazillion chunks. I know. I counted.

E) I called the storage people to ask for a broom. The guy was kind enough to direct me to Dollar General to buy a broom. Honestly, in my storage-induced stupor, I hadn’t thought of that.

F) There were no “real” brooms at the dollar store. There were only whisk brooms with mini dustpans. I succumbed to the lack of choices and grabbed a tiny set. I should have bought two because Ninja Man made the impulse decision to suggest that I missed a piece – right over there. Words cannot even describe.

G) Did I mention the pups were in the car the ENTIRE time? Oh yes they were. I have a neat little remote thingie and can start my car over and over. It runs for 10 min and I start it up again. The pups were in air conditioned bliss while the humans were sweating like the servants we are. Oh, and that remote starter thing? It’s not for keeping pups in the car for 3.5 hours while I mini-sweep the parking lot at the freakin storage unit in freakin August, but there’s nothing in the directions that says I can’t so I did. And let me just say they watched me the whole time.

H) while I was sweeping the parking lot with my mini broom, a storm was on the horizon. I decided right then and there that I was gonna sit and sweep up every teeny piece until lightening struck me det. The lightening didn’t strike me det so I decided to sit in the pre-storm breeze, sweep the freakin parking lot with my freakin mini broom and dustpan, enjoy the mist on my face and pretend it was a real bath.

That’s the story from my point of view.

Now for Ninja Man’s prospective:

A) Some glass broke but it’s ok. It’s tempered.

Bedtime. I’ve earned it.

Thanks for stopping by and God bless.

Kathy Bo

Sometimes.

Sometimes I wake up at Six Little Acres and just go about my busy day.

Other times I run across pictures of where we were, and I absolutely marvel at the absolute grace of God.

This was our situation during demo.

And this is us now. I’m so very thankful for our humble home. It’s all ours, and that’s enough for me.

Thanks for stopping by. For anyone going through renovations, remember that we go THROUGH things- we don’t just stay there.

I hope this offers encouragement.

God bless,

Kathy Bo

Harvest time

Ninja Man proclaimed the figs were ready.

This is always a welcome proclamation at Six Little Acres. The fig “bushes” are actually trees at this point, and they are very mature and healthy.

We also have a pear tree or two. The pears are often deer food, so we have yet to gather many. I think ours are Kieffer pears, which are best for preserves. I keep saying next year, next year, but I keep missing out on gathering them. The deer, however, don’t miss a beat.

The blueberry bushes must have been started years ago along with the fig bushes because they too, are huge producers.

Our daughter used to keep up with these things but since she and her family moved it’s up to us.

Here’s how I keep up:

Me: “How about the blueberries? Think they are ready?”

NM: “Probably.” (That’s Ninja Man’s answer for lots of things I ask.)

Too lazy to put on my snake boots, I admit I forgot to follow up with the blueberries in question.

I came home from knit group this afternoon and found he had gone out and picked some of the blueberries AND figs. They are DELISH, y’all!

There is an estimated gazillion more, so as soon as it cools off I’ll go out there in snake boots and pick ALL THE THINGS!

Enjoy the pix, we will be making stuff and freezing the rest. If we are successful, I’ll share that too.

Thanks for stopping by and God bless!

Kathy Bo

Baby birds: we got ‘em!

A sweet Phoebe has chosen the Six Little Acres front porch to nestle her babies.

We don’t mind the mud that was slung around during her craftiness. We don’t mind tiptoeing to the door and waiting until feeding is done before we leave. Like all moms, she’s protective and testy with her babes.

There are four, which I should note are actually three and one. Three of them are always on one side of the nest, while the one is on the other. We are not “birders” and in fact, this is the very first season of our lives where we have taken the time to engage the daily ongoings of a mommy bird and her nest. It’s retirement, and I’m a bit sad that participating in this wonder of nature hasn’t been a priority until now.

So here are Larry, Curly, Moe, and because he clearly deserves a brilliant name, Galileo. You may or may not see all four; Galileo is far too occupied with his studies to pose for glamour shots.

Enjoy. We sure are.

Thanks for stopping by. God bless!

Kathy Bo

Sprucing it up

So many tasks; big and small.

That’s what we have been facing ever since we finished the actual rebuilding of our little home.

While we don’t utilize all of the land here on Six Little Acres, we wanted to make the area around the house more appealing.

We started with The well house. When we heard The Boy’s boys (our grandLittles) were coming, I figured a day of painting might be a memorable thing for them to do.

I have to say, these two fellas were over the moon helpful! They enjoyed their accomplishment and with Momma Bo and Poppa Bo helping. were excited to see it completed in a short while.

I’m so happy to have THIS project checked off the list! Y’all. It was SOOOO ugly. But look at it now! Can y’all say “curb appeal”?

But that’s not all.

I’m not one to crawl around on the ground picking weeds, so I enjoy container gardening. I wanted to start off by creating a sitting area. While my initial plan was to create it at the crest of a hill overlooking Six Little Acres, THIS spot made the absolute most sense.

It’s kinda serendipitous that I had exactly enough of that little wire fence to outline just the right size space.

Ninja Man got a load of pea gravel and he and our favorite son in law dumped them while I raked into place.

Once all the pebbles were spread, we added new chairs, a lighthouse bird feeder and these planters with some cheerful pansies!this little chandelier planter is solar and shines a light at night.

Here’s the finished project- I wholeheartedly love this little outdoor space! It is shady most of the day and offers a great view of the yard. I spend time out here nearly every day. I read, I listen to music and generally just decompress. It’s perfect. I’m pretty sure that little windmill is my favorite thing! (My brother took this picture as we arrived home, hence the purse 🤣)

Those little rectangles under the chairs are just pieces of slate. Ninja Man added them so the chairs wouldn’t sink into the soil.

Where I shopped: Lowes for the rocking garden chairs and table, Tractor Supply for galvanized planter, windmill and chandelier. HSN for the ivy background. Yes, it’s faux ivy! I’m interested in seeing how many seasons we get out of it.

Update on baby Wren: her tumor and neuroblastoma is stable. Please keep her in prayer, of course we want her scans to be clearThank y’all for stopping by and God bless.

Kathy Bo

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

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