Monday, February 9, 2015

The little house on the North Side

I have this recurring daydream about being Laura Ingalls Wilder, growing up on the prairie of South Dakota (check!); spending winter eating applesauce I made from hand-picked apples (check!); whipping the local children into shape in the local schoolhouse (check!); mending my clothes by candle light as I wait out the long winter (check!)

And now I have P, who calls me his Half Pint, pitching in to help run the farm. Only the farm is a .1 acre city lot on the North Side of Minneapolis. And the apples were hand-picked by my grandma on her real farm. And the local schoolhouse is definitely not one room, and my mending is mostly done in the soft glow of a CFL bulb because I save candles for romantic dinners.

I'm going to document some of our adventures as we create a tiny farm and make our little house into a cozy home. There will be some ridiculous missteps along the way, which I will do my best to reframe as learning experiences.

It's not a claim shanty like Laura had, but it'll do!


  1. Looking forward to hearing about your adventures!

    1. Thanks, Rachel! I'm going to do my best to keep up with it---I might have to sneak in some blogging during prep time.

  2. Nice start Becky! Do you want my old listing photos for the blog?

  3. Stephanie, I totally stole the cover photo from the listing; I hope that's not a faux pas (and I should have asked!) If you have photos that weren't in the online listing, I'd love to have those. I downloaded all the photos from the listing while I was mentally redecorating between having my offer accepted and closing :)

  4. I love it! This is going to be great. By the way, I give you permission to use my name. I want to be sure I get the credit for all the awesome things I do :-P

  5. But if you're P, I can call you my sweet P ;)

  6. I can't wait to hear about your adventures, Becky!