For the sake of time, I hope none of you have dial up.
Though there were no earth shattering events to fill the last twelve months that went by so quickly, 2014 was good to us.
We logged countless outdoor hours while making improvements to the farm we bought last August:
- New electric in three barns
- Outdoor lighting
- Created a working system
- New high tinsel fence on the west property boundary
- Cody installed four new waterers
- Converted the crop ground into pasture
- Caught two stray cats eating our barn cat's food
The inside of the house got a little attention, too, as I discovered the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser and spent many Sunday afternoons "erasing" things. Just get the deal wet and wipe away! Note: The Mr. Clean Magic Eraser is, in fact, an eraser. It WILL erase paint. From walls.
Though we've made awesome progress on the interior of the homestead, it's still an old farmhouse. And mice like old farmhouses when the temperature drops outside. After nagging (guilty) about setting a trap, one morning I found Cody standing in the middle of the kitchen with a mouse trap clamped on his finger and a teaspoon of peanut butter plopped on his forehead. And on the cupboard. And the window over the sink. Trap setting gone wrong. I made a sincere effort to not laugh aloud but it made my insides burn and I had a mouth full of coffee. PS Prayers were brief - and sticky - that day.
In 2014 we celebrated one year of marriage and continue to charge through year two. Daily we learn more and more about one another and how we process thoughts differently. A brief, recent example:
After discussing dinner options one Friday evening:
Him: Let's go there. It's low-lit, kind of dark...
Me: Whoa. Is this really a date night? (optimist)
Him: No, I just don't want anyone to see the mud on my jeans. (realist)
Cody was on the road often for work in the last year, so I enlisted the help of my family to keep this place operational. This plan typically worked. Typically. Until one Saturday when Luke and I were feeding hay and we were reminded why Dad generally gave us to-do lists for different farms growing up. Even in our thirties, we tend to get ourselves in situations.
These photos were all taken after we miraculously got the tractor pulled out.
This place could really use a good freeze.
In May great friend Katie Mae, of Fancy In The Country, and I took our annual girls' trip and decided to head east rather than west.
We antiqued, dined and explored all that West Virginia had to offer....including the Mystery Hole. In my thirty years of life, The Mystery Hole was one of the most strange, creepy, this is how Dateline always starts, places I've ever been. But we took the tour, experienced the bizarreness that is The Mystery Hole and lived to tell about it.
As did the wine.
1. Made gravy from scratch that was digestible:
2. Took this panoramic shot of Buenes Aires without puking on the glass:
3. Got on a real serious health kick and used the local trail to walk three miles
for three days straight.
Three months ago.
While we gladly spend the great majority of our evenings on the farm, every once in a while we leave the farm - together. In 2014 I surprised Cody with George Strait tickets and he returned the gesture with Eric Church tickets months later. How lucky are we to see two great ones in one year?
I think it's only fitting:
Another year turned into a memory. That's so hard to believe. I sure appreciate you keeping up with Jean’s Boots as I wear out more soles than I care to count.
The Sankey’s wish you the best in 2015.