Peanut may be big enough to keep up with her siblings outside… but that doesn’t mean she’s tall enough to keep the burrs out of her hair. Just like any hard earned battle wound, she wore it with pride. No worries, the DW had her cleaned up and back outside in minutes.
After receiving a tip from a family friend, my wife and I ventured down a dusty road for the first time together in search of a house that was for sale by owner. The potential was there: wood floors buried beneath dated carpet, solid wood pocket doors surrounded by 100 year old trim, and a faded screen door leading to a covered porch complete with a white wooden swing. So, in July of 2011 my wife and I became only the third family to own this 100+ year old two-story farm house and surrounding acreage on a quiet dusty road in rural Iowa. What you’ll find on these pages is the story of what comes next.
