Warning: Oversize blog post ahead! Last week I told you about my unexpected purchase of a cabin called Tiny. If you haven’t already, you might want to read that post in order to marvel at the sheer fiscal recklessness of… Continue Reading
As promised, this is the story of how I sort of accidentally bought a tiny house on Trade Me, and how the Forbearing Husband and I moved from it Waipu to the farmlet. What, you’ve never accidentally bought a $23,000… Continue Reading
It all started with Deborah and I talking about what fun it would be to have a greenhouse. Imagine being able to grow basil all year round! How about early tomatoes? Frangipani? And, since my cunning plan to use the… Continue Reading
How to tell that you’re acculturating to country life: (1) Although for decades you drank town water with no qualms, you now notice that it smells of chlorine. You find yourself getting precious about having only Northland rainwater in your drink bottle. You worry that this… Continue Reading
One year ago today we moved onto the farmlet. Last night, us residents celebrated with fish and chips. The Forbearing Husband suggested this meal. He sold it as commemorating the pioneering spirit of those who left the city, knowing not what quality… Continue Reading
Well now, all of a sudden this blog’s one year anniversary has cantered up. It’s been a very eventful twelve months. First I dragged enticed my very forbearing husband out of the big city to live on 14 acres of Northland, two hours drive from the nearest BurgerFuel… Continue Reading
So, you know how we have bees? And you remember how the plan was to bring our bees on a big adventure to Northland where they could pollinate our citrus trees and make orange blossom honey? Well, things have changed. A few… Continue Reading
I’ve spent Easter unpacking. We schlepped up the first load of our furniture and belongings from the old house last weekend, marking the end of our ‘glamping in the Northland house’ phase. It’s been fun for the last eight months, but was getting less so as time went on. There is… Continue Reading
It’s done. The Auckland house is sold! I know, after not hearing from me for a while you imagined I’d been strangled by rampant JC, or perhaps squished by the Whomping Plum. But no, I have in fact been pacing nervously prior to attending… Continue Reading
I finished work at my salaried job a bit over a week ago. From here in I’ll be counting on the income from one day a week of self-employment in Auckland, and a similar gig — though at a fledgling stage — in Whangarei. There… Continue Reading
