A couple of weeks ago, we were walking around our property with David’s brother and his wife. It was during this very walk that I realized David and I had turn into true country hillbillies.
Allow me to elaborate.
In one corner of the yard, you will find a pig feeder. It is no longer feeding pigs and is now serving as a lawn ornament.
In another section of the property, you will find spare Bobcat tires. Because this is what everyone needs in their lives. Obviously.
You will also find other various items, such as, but not limited to: pig waterers, rabbit water bottles, red buckets, fishing nets (for to catch loose rabbits. Obviously.), Bobcat accessories, Bulldozer accessories, utility trailers, chicken wire, metal t-posts, wood scraps, bicycles, and . . .
horse toenails.
I shudder.
It was like we were on our very own TV show. Hoarders: Hillbilly Edition.
My husband has a problem. If it is free, or a smokin’ deal, he must get it. So he comes home with certain treasures he has found for free at the dump, or along the side of the road, and just kind of tosses them somewhere.
Metal fencing he scored for free at the dump? Tossed in yard by shop. Now full of weeds. Sat for two years. Never needed it.
Kayak paddles found on the side of the road? Sitting in garage. But do we have a kayak? Nay. Nay, we do not.
Free scrap lumber from jobs? Let’s just toss that in the driveway. Because it looks pretty.
Welcome to the nightmare that is my life.
I told my husband that I was feeling a tiddly-bit discouraged regarding the property sitch and he devoted an entire weekend to cleaning, purging, and organizing.
Seriously. Be still my heart.
My husband is a hoarder. It’s a problem. And the more we got in to his “stuff” the more horrific it got.
I mean, I knew he liked antlers, but . . .
this might be a bit of an obsession. Oh, and see those windows in the background?
Free at the dump. Because you never know when you need them. It’s been three years and we still haven’t needed them.
But you never know.
And now, I shall show you my secret shame.
The old rabbit hutches.
We have around 6 of these hutches in a circle in the front of our yard by the house. And I mean the FRONT. It is almost as if we are super proud of them and they are the main attraction of our property.
They are ugly and no longer being used. I have wanted them moved for a year and a half. Because they make me want to cry. Or braid my hair, wear jumpers, and walk around with a piece of hay in my mouth all the time.
Yesterday morning, David wanted a list of chores to do. And I was like,
“well, if you insist . . . ”
So I casually put:
MOVE RABBIT HUTCHES
So, he got his Bobcat and moved them! Holla!
But, then I noticed this:
He started pushing over dead trees with the Bobcat and creating quite the mess.
WHICH WASN’T ON THE LIST!
Boys.
In other news, my husband got hisself two more horses today. Because we can’t ever do anything on small scale.
Here’s Little Dude visiting with one of the new horses through the trailer.
He did not have a growth spurt. He is standing on the wheel well.
Meet Ellie:
She is 14 years old and I believe she is going to mainly be David’s horse. There are some horse trails not too far from our place and I think he is hoping to take the children out on trail rides when they are ready.
Let the records show that he has not invited me on a trail ride.
This is the other horse, Heffie (solid brown) meeting Rhubarb:
(See that metal gate in the bottom right hand corner of the picture? That is our old child safety gate that we put around our wood stove. It is in that area of the yard because . . . . ?) (See? Hillbillies.)
The two news ones are on the left. Their names are Heffie and Ellie. Rhubarb is the paint mare on the right. We got her a couple of weeks ago. She is trying to be a part of Heffie and Ellie’s family and they aren’t letting her in their little clique. It is quite disheartening.
We were all sitting on our little porch, watching the horses try to get acquainted. My cute kitty, Mr. Poppers, came by and snuggled with me so Daisy Mae took a picture of us.
He is my fave. Want to know why?
He basically requires nothing of me. And I appreciate that.
And he slaughters mice. I basically love him.
Happy Sunday!
You look fabulous in that picture, nothing like I imagine a hillbilly might look like. Way to go DM! The light is wonderful, you even have catchlight in your eyes. That’s a thing us photog folks try to achieve all the time in portraits. Extra points for DM! I wish my kitties would slaughter mice. And I wish I had a horse.
Oh your posts always make me laugh and I do appreciate that. Sorry it’s at your expense . . . but not too sorry. Happy Sunday to you!
Oh goodness. Any day now David is going to learn how to give all the de-wormer and veterinary injections himself for those horses. I can’t wait for that post.
At least here, the junk is covered in white snow 8 months out of the year.you are quite hillbillies til you have an old mattress on your property that serves as a trampoline..
If it makes you feel better you totally don’t look like a hillbilly…love your earrings!
Wow! Three horses! Congratulations again. You painted a vivid picture of crap lying around your ‘ranch’. Couldn’t some of it be hung on walls in the shop, like an Anthropologie hack collage hillbilly style? I can just see various wiring, fences, plus kayak paddles, hoses, water feeding bottles. You could put dried flowers in them etc. Looking good, as always, Toots.
Oh, honey, you are “ALL IN ” country.
‘Cept for the earrings. Wait though, are they made of pine nuts?
isn’t that great? not living in town? you don’t have to meet the neighbors standards or put up with those pesky CC&Rs. maybe you could use the old baby gate to sort of designate an “all junk behind this barrier” type of thing.
and true hillbillies have a fridge on the porch. that is made available to random visitors. whether you are home or not. just sayin’
Tres caballos?! ¿Has perdido tu mente?
Creo que sí.
Y si tengo razón, entonces no me vas a entender y puedo comentar en cualquier idioma prefiero.