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Life in Small Houses

I think we’re finally settling in to our new life in small houses. Today is the Solstice. A big day indeed. Here at Hawk-Mo it also marks the winding down of our Christmas shipping shenanigans (which we are thankful to have had), the first truly bitter cold weather since we started moving (also thankful for that), and the seeming end of major (definition of major being: can’t function very well without) projects. Plus, my first blog post since we started our move!

We’ve been moving/cleaning since the week before Thanksgiving and plan on making our last load of random-end-of-the-move-don’t-know-how-to-pack-it-bullshit this weekend, as well as putting the final touches on cleaning the old place in time for us to host Christmas.

Our new place is amazing, spectacular, fantabulous, glorious, and every single other one of those words you can think of. I never imagined that the place we moved to would actually be more awesome then the last place we lived, but it most definitely is. Hawk-Mo 2.0 is 69 acres, 7 cabins, 1 bathhouse, 3 creeks, 2 ponds, 5 meadows, lots of woods, and privacy. Its our permaculture project paradise dream come true.


Mom lives in the main “house” cabin thats roughly 500 sq feet, with a lofted bedroom. It has a small kitchen, bathroom, electricity, and wood stove for heat. I’m absolutely in awe of just how much shit, I mean stuff, we’ve been able to cram into this place. Especially considering that we really cook, so no half ass kitchen would work for us. We have a small pantry under the stairs crammed with some of our pantry stuff and then 2 of those wire rolly racks that hold more food and dishes. Plus we need to put a cabinet in the bathroom over the washer to hold our canned goods.

House Cabin

House Cabin

Hank and I live in one of the other cabins in the “cabin meadow” that has is basically just a room with a wood stove. We have an oil lamp and an oil lantern for light (which I’m totally in love with) and I recently upgraded the outdoor bathroom situation to an indoor bucket with a seat because its too damn cold to go outside and pee in the middle of the night.

Garage on the left, Hank and I's room in the middle, Closet on the right.

Garage on the left, Hank and I’s room in the middle, Closet on the right.

There is one other cabin, also in the cabin meadow that has electricity, a bathroom, a micro kitchen, wood stove, and a very ghetto addition, that just so happens to make it big enough to be our RAGGEDedge workroom. Some day we’re going to have to rip the ghetto addition off and start over, after we’ve altered one of the other cabins to hold RAGGEDedge, but that day is not today.

RAGGEDedge Workroom, aka the Ghetto Cabin

RAGGEDedge Workroom, aka the Ghetto Cabin

The remaining 4 cabins are also put to use. Two of them are our studios. A girls and a boys. And the other 2 are storage – a garage type stuff storage and then closet type stuff storage, because neither a garage nor a closet. The bathhouse has become our pseudo barn for the time being because of its central location, holding our animal feed and hay stores.

The cleanup of the property has been intense, which can only be expected after being somewhat unoccupied for the last 2 years. We’ve vacuumed and scrubbed every building, we’ve taken a scary number of trailer loads full of old useless shit to the dump, and we’ve had 5 large bonfires of rotting wood furniture and misc building materials that we’ve pulled out of the woods. Thanks to the loaner tractor from Hank’s dad, we’ve gotten all our meadows bush hogged, and haven’t had to lug all this shit around by hand, making the work seem to go somewhat quick. We’d be so much more in the weeds without it, literally. Having it here, as made us realize that we won’t survive this place in the Spring without one of our own. Not that I’m too terribly sad about that 🙂

Yesterday Hank took me down to the garden meadow on the tractor in search of some old seed, and then to the pond meadow for some old hay to put down before the rain storm, and I realized I hadn’t left the cabin meadow, except to walk down the driveway, in ages. Made me smile all over again seeing the other meadows. I want to make it a part of my routine to walk around this place some more. It’s just so damn easy to get caught up in all their is to do right here, that I forget to take to the time. I will amend that.

Two days ago we constructed a new electric fence pasture for our goats. We know next to nothing about electric fences, our only previous experience being the basically fool proof poultry netting type (which actually also didn’t work for our chickens, but does work for the goats), and so it took us most of the day to get it set up. A large part of the difficulty being that we decided to put it in an area with no clear boundary and uneven terrain, so we basically had to bushwhack our way around. Got it all set up, put the goats in it, and they were out, in less then five minutes. Now, the thing is, we knew setting it up that we weren’t going to get it right the first time, but we didn’t think it was THAT bad. Come to find out that mom hadn’t done quite enough internet research because if she had, we would have realized that goats are pretty much the hardest animal to fence with electricity. They need lots of zap and they need training. We didn’t have enough of the first by any stretch (only 1/4 the recommended amount) and we didn’t do ANY training. Whoops. Back to the drawing board for this project. In the meantime, the momma goats are on 20 foot leads tied to cinder blocks in the cabin meadow, happily munching and towing around their blocks. The babies are free and having a good old time running and bouncing all around. Cute is an understatement.

Mom baked our first batch of Christmas cookies last night, the Charlie Brown Christmas tree is back upright on the front porch, and we are all sitting cozy around the wood stove in the house cabin. Winter is upon us. So, so thankful it held off until now, because now it seems to be right on time.


About mudly

Mud is main blog writer extraordinaire, picture guru, and the garden and adventure instigator. She loves to cook, but doesn’t much like following a recipe. She also loves typewriters, the color turquoise, and wearing tie dye with stripes. And she dorks out on while dreaming up and planning her next garden.

One comment on “Life in Small Houses

  1. Meka
    December 21, 2012

    You have no idea how warm and fuzzy this makes me feel. I am so extremely happy for you guys. Sending much love

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