New roads, dirt roads

The view from our new home in Erda.

Medical training coming to a close in a few months and looking forward to having a bit more time with family and friends then I have in the last 10 years, time to connect personally rather than in bits and snippets on Facebook and in texts.

I'm coming back to this blog as a part of that reconnecting. I do realize that most people are not interested in what my children are up to, what controversial topic of the week I have an opinion about, or what particular breed of goats is best for our small farm. (Yes our place probably does not qualify as a small farm but I'm planning to raise most of our vegetables and eggs on our 3 acres, with room for horses to boot). But for the few of you who are interested, you can come here to see what we are up to. Hopefully this will cut down on Annoying Facebook Posts, of which I am probably the queen.

There will be no theme for this blog, the posts will likely be totally unrelated, they will be typed in such a hurry that not only will they not win any literary awards, the grammar and spelling are likely to be wrong. The pictures will mostly come from my iPhone which, let's face it, is probably the fanciest camera I will ever actually operate. My parents are taking a photography class, which is good because then I can steal all their pictures and post here.

We moved to Erda, about 25 miles west of Salt Lake, last September in search of a place to get away from the hustle bustle of modern life and a place to provide the simple pleasures of childhood to Cadence and Adelyn.

I love our little space of rural here. I take a deep breath as soon as my tires hit the gravel road leading to our home.

Here are a few things we have been up to this spring: having trees planted, building a horse fence, building raised beds and fencing off the garden, getting our first flock of new chicks (our old chickens stayed in their home on Lake Street when we moved). By "we" I mean Jeff, his buddy Justin, and my Dad with me providing useless commentary and occasionally providing cold beers and a hot meal.

We are blessed. Tomato seedlings are growing, and so are our dreams of new adventures. All of which involve dirt roads.