When we bought our home here in Oregon, the previous owners had 2 beautiful horses. The majority of this property was therefore set up for the pasture and care of their beautiful animals. Obviously, we do not have horses. And the Boss won’t budge on letting me have my own amber eyed llama, or a soft brown dairy goat, perhaps just one eeensy-weensy little wooly sheep?!
So the big selling point of horse stalls, hay feeders, electric wiring and fenced pasture was wasted on us. Though I can easily see how these items could be helpful in the care of half-trained and still somewhat wild male humans, too. (Silly legal issues there however.)
So we had to find the proper use of this property for OUR family.
First, we moved a few fences around.
Then we removed and gave the electric wire to our neighbor.
The horse stall became a chicken coop as John begrudgingly indulged my farm girl dreams with my hens or “pets with benefits” (the Boss is the only rooster allowed on the property)
The rod iron feeder was hung on a fence and potted up, quickly overflowing with purple petunias instead of alfalfa.
And finally, the taming of the pasture…It has become the Kids Yard.
Brian, Anne, their kids and my Dad were all here for the day and a big dinner last night. This is Caitlin as she was enjoying the playset fort. We moved the swing (Wait-we? Sorry. Uncle Tommy’s brawn moved it) from the backyard to the pasture a few weeks ago. I love to see the top of it from the kitchen. With the window open wide I can enjoy that summer sweet sound of squeaking swing chains and childrens laughter.
The net was a $5 bargain from the thrift store. It’s actually a volleyball net so the squares are too large and the birdie flies right through…but we decided that still counts…and there are no court edges marked so “out of bounds” has to be blatant-in-the-trees kind of out. We don’t even really keep score. The main point of the game is just to slam that little plastic bird right in front of the opposing player and then laugh hysterically at their ineptitude. We are all pretty good at that.
The trampoline was a Summer birthday gift to all three boys from Grandpa Del. After 4 years the safety edge is raggedy but the springs are still tight and it gets a good amount of use, especially when we have company. It attracts children like a magnet and is how I describe our house to people trying to find us for the first time. “You can’t see the house behind the fence and trees. Just look for the big trampoline in a field and turn in there.” On a long country road lined with horse farms, ours is the only fenced trampoline. It was the first thing we put in the pasture and still holds a place of honor!
Okay, people. Let’s review the basics here…Proper use of tables is to cover them with an abundance of homemade food. Proper use of homes is to fill them with laughter and family. Proper use of cameras is steady shoot, and don’t be afraid to use that focus button.
Proper use of 7 month old babies…get ’em to giggle.