and the journey begins.

Hello. We hate blogs (or at least the word "blog"), but we've given in and we're going to have one anyway. Congratulations to the internet, you've managed to steal that much more of our souls from us.

Welcome. Enjoy. It wont be quite as great as actually living on the Friendly Arctic Farm of Love, but you can enjoy it vicariously, eh?

Allow us to introduce you.

This is our farm. It may have droopy ceilings and uneven floors, not to mention wasps and large spiders, as well as smelly closets... but we love it. It's 90 years old and comes complete with rockers and fireplaces... it's a great home. Come visit us.
These are our neighbors... quite literally.
Come visit us.


This is our driveway... at exactl 0.9 miles long, it's a good morning workout. Also comes complete with abutting creek (completely dried up at present, due to drought), a flattened and rather large snake (Andy's afraid of it so we can't take walks at present), lovely sprawling fields, an abandoned house (anyone in the market?), and... well, it's just lovely.
Come visit us.

This is our river, the Piney River... well, it's not really ours, but we do have our own private path down to it. And there's a lovely spot for swimming nearby. And so far, no snakes.
Care for a swim? Well then, come visit us.

And this is Lewa. She loves it here. (and she's gorgeous).
Lewa was so happy when she realized she had a yard - she bounded about like a Gazelle (or maybe she was mocking the goats, who are a bit frightened of her... although not too frightened to snort, sneeze and stomp at her if she doesn't maintain a healthy respect and keep away). Anyway, she's deliriously happy, after being cooped up in an apartment, as you can imagine.
Lewa would like us to communicate to you, in lieu of her quit drab typing skills (having paws and all), that she would like you to promptly come and visit us.

Thank you for spending a few moments with us.
We hope you received the not-so-subliminal message to come visit us.
Right now.
Seriously.

Thanks.