After a two week delay due to problems with the septic system we have arrived at the Naivar Farm. It’s strange living here. Somewhere new but somewhere I have known literally my entire life.
We did not expect to land here, at least not for some time, if ever. But treading water in this economy with two babies is not an option. So here we are. By choice or by force. Who’s to say?
We need to get our San Marcos house ready to rent while at the same time get this house ready to live in. No pressure.
I’m focusing on the potential because to focus on the work would be overwhelming. Frequent words in my vocabulary are: hot, dry rot, termites, worn out, chiggers, scorpions, wiring, scary electrical, paint and hot.
On a positive note, the garden is happy. We had sautéed fresh squash and eggs, green beans, and tomatoes and cucumber drizzled in olive oil and sea salt. Other than the oil and salt we produced it all. Yum!