It's Saturday afternoon. I'm missing my husband as he's on the longest trip we've ever had to endure apart. There's definitely some extra sentimental emotion churning inside. The kids and I made our way down to my folk's place yesterday. As my children wear out Nana and Papa at the park, I sit here in a quiet living room, sipping tea, and eating a slice of (gluten-free) chocolate cake made by my mama. It's cloudy and cool enough to wear a sweater which postures me in a most cozy, and even reflective mood. Perhaps because it's actually quiet enough for the first time in a while to reflect?
Looking through some old archives a couple weeks ago, I came to the realization that this little blog of mine is turning two on Tuesday. It's wild to think what has happened in our lives these past two years. Riddlelove started shortly after we relocated to Shasta County, California. We rented a tidy home that sat on one and a half gorgeous acres; more land than we've ever lived on. It included a few fruit trees and seven raised garden beds, complete with a sprinkler system. I do believe I weeded and seeded some of those beds the day after we moved in.
and we
raised a dozen pullets. Soon, we were eating only eggs laid from our backyard brood and most of the veggies prepared in the kitchen were grown twenty feet from it. I always wanted to dabble in homesteading. This little taste of it drew me right in and I remain hopelessly in love.
Two years ago, my three-year-old was a bald little anti-sleeper one-year-old, and I'd even share a picture or two of when sleep actually happened. Sometimes, in the middle of lunch.
For the first time in a couple years, life felt settled, peaceful, and happy. We all felt this region was our home. We loved our first taste of a healthier lifestyle and the community around us that we were enfolded right into.
A year later, we made some severe choices to get out of debt that landed this family of six
living in a fifth-wheel on our dear friend's beautiful mountain property where we continued to homeschool, cook traditionally (yes, even in a
tiny kitchen), and hang clothes on the line. (No matter the appearance it gave. Tehe.)
We expected our season in the trailer to last a year, but in eight month's time and with unexpected financial surprises, we were able to purchase what my husband now calls "Riddlelove Ranch," a five-acre bit of paradise, in desperate need to be dug out from
ten years of neglect. The once decrepit home that
Jeremy transformed into our cozy cabin sits over three times larger than our trailer living quarters; a whopping 1,000 square feet! On our new homestead, discovered a year ago and lived in for only the past eight months, dreams are already beginning to come true.
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Now I sit here, beginning a new season with a growing baby in my womb, four children who are now trickling into the living room with a couple of amazing grandparents trailing behind, happy that this is the last long trip my husband will go on, and a heart filled with memories and affection. Thank you for sharing these past couple of years with me. Thank you for listening to our processes. Thank you for trying
my recipes to see if they work for your family. Thank you for your input during our journey into
gluten-free, taking a peek at my
menu-planning methods, coming along for the ride during our
family adventures, and being encouraging in my
homesteading endeavors. You are truly a blessing to my life. As a special thank you and to celebrate two years of Riddlelove, next week I'll be hosting two giveaways from a couple of my favorite shops. Until then, friends, have a lovely weekend.
