A Labor of Love

It's been a long time in coming . . . this itchy idea of mine to write and share tidbits of my life with the faraway people whose lives I only can wish intersected with my own on a more regular basis.

Life has a way of getting SO full, and moments and memories seem to get lost along the way.  This is my means of savoring and sharing those moments.

It is Valentine's Day, so it seems fitting to kick-start this project with the support of Cupid and Hallmark and hearts the world over.  It is, after all, a story about love . . .

The name of my blog is simply a word that I've come to fancy.  It's a marriage of "farm" and "homestead", and it seems fitting for the new life my Farmer and I are embarking on.  It begins on a picturesque, dare I say bucolic, farm in the "Happiest Town in America".

It is, and will be, a labor of love --- this "Farmstead" of ours.  Ian and I are in the throes of it - knee deep in drywall dust and the remnants of popcorn ceiling texture, circa 1987.

Currently, we're working on the new place while sleeping, showering, and keeping our sanity in the old place.  And, for the few transitional weeks that we will have two residences in our keep, I'm proudly declaring that I have two houses --- an urban penthouse in the thriving metropolis of San Luis Obispo and a bucolicly* idyllic  ranch house in the Valley of the Bears.

So . . . if you haven't all ready figured, we've undertaken a bit of a renovation project to spruce up the new digs, and we are are giddy with ideas.

Over the next who-knows-how-long, my intention is to post pictures of projects and life on the farm. It is a bit of an adventure for me, and I hope you will join me.

Happy LOVE day!
xoxo

*I have a chronic word abuse problem, wherein I misuse and overuse certain words.  I've also been known to make up unintelligible words to suit my mood or meaning.  Please take no offense.