Ok, ok. I missed a day (or two) of my February writing challenge. The weekend was a bit more than I anticipated (helllllo, Shirt Factory) and I was dead to the world after brunch on Sunday. Monday I spent in the barn with my sick horse and then napping with the babe
This post was written May 15th, 2021, just a few weeks before Roux arrived. I was too scared to post this for fear of making my true feelings known – to sit in judgement by others. I publish this as a testament to the feelings once had, and evidence that as it
It’s 9:52 pm (always this ridiculous obsession with time now that I have a daily challenge) and we just finished barn chores. It’s freezing and we spent the last hour trying to clean stalls and push the wheelbarrow through over a foot of snow. I had so many ideas for a blog
Ahhhhhh, ‘date night’. A term that has not been uttered around our house much over the past 7 months (or actually, the past 2 years). Between Covid and a baby, our date nights were held most often in front of our television, grazing on some pregnancy superfood. Not quite date worthy. The
This writing challenge might be the death of me. But as Scarlett O’Hara said, “as God as my witness”….you know the rest. It’s 6:14 pm as I start this (edit: it’s 9pm as I am just about to publish) and I have been laboring all day over the subject of this post.
Rabbit, Rabbit. So they say. I might have forgotten to say it when I woke up this morning (I think my first words were, “Gooooooood Morning Roux Bayyyybeeeee”, so can you blame me?) but I figure if they are the first words on this blog for the month, that’s something. I am
We are Scott and Al, the brains and brawn behind this blog. We've been writing for 10 years together, chronicling our adventures in DC and WNY, our love of food and drink, reinventing our farmhouse, and now our journey as new parents!