Work in progress

So as of this coming July, we’ll have lived on our little slice of heaven for two years. We’ve done so much and still have so much more that we’re planning on doing. We are currently in the process of checking off another box from our to do list. This spring, we’ve finally broken ground on our garden!
We’ve known for awhile where we wanted to place our garden. We wanted it close enough to the house that it’s not a trek and a half to tend to it. We wanted it in an area where it would get great sun. It will need to be completely fenced off to keep dogs, rabbits, etc out of it. So we knew we had some clearing that would need to happen to the site.
We (and when I say we I mean my husband, Kev) pulled out old faithful our tractor. We hitched up the box scraper, and started working on the ground. I’m happy to say it’s cleared! The end result will not be done until sometime this summer if we’re lucky. But the land is cleared and we’ve already started some veggies in pots, so we’ve moved them out to the garden area so we can feel even more accomplished about our good days work!

This is the site before we started working on it. To the left is the end of our back yard lawn, to the right is what we call “the barn” .
This is an area right next to our patio. It’s decomposed granite and has our Fairy tree as well as our fire pit on it. What does this have to do with the garden? If you look at the rocks that surround it, you’ll see that we opened a space (removed the rocks) where we will be placing a path leading out to the garden.
Kevin on Old Faithful prepping the area before starting to use the box scraper.
The after picture. There were some straggler weeds that needed to be removed but all in all it looks great!

So if anyone has ideas or suggestions that they’d like to send us as we continue this gardening adventure feel free to message me. I’m all ears!!

Spring is here!

I love spring! Well, minus the alleiirgies it inevitably brings. When we lived in town, I can’t say that I recognized or appreciated the seasons quite as much as I do living out on the farm. Each season brings new responsibilities and new things to look forward to. Spring is growth! And boy, are things around here growing! And blooming, and laying, and thriving! It’s fun to watch. Wherever you are, I encourage you to take a moment to stop and smell the roses. Literally! There is true wisdom in this. Take time enough to stop and look at the world around you. The life pouring out of every limb, leaf and stem is a reminder that life is full of cycles, full of growth! Full of chances to bloom better. Enjoy it!

Our oldest daughter with our youngest pup. This is Kiara. She’s 6 months old today!
This is Heimlich, our caterpillar crate. He’s in full bloom at the moment.
Our girls are loving the warm weather!
Our chickens have been generous with us so far this spring. We’re averaging about 9 eggs a day at the moment!
Old faithful our tractor came out to tame the back pasture.
I get many a bouquet of these lovelies as the kids know better than to pick any of the other flowers blooming about.
My oldest and youngest swinging on the swing out at our play set.

The tale of the broken toe

I have a story to tell you. It’s late in coming, but too good not to share. Well, good for a laugh anyway, probably not REALLY good. I’ll let you be the judge.
I’m taking you back to Christmas Eve of last year, 2019. Our family has dubbed this “the Christmas that shall not be named”. Our entire family was sick with an awful stomach bug. Thankfully (for me anyway) it was slowly making the rounds so no more than two people were down at a time. Made mom duty a bit easier to deal with. By Christmas Eve we had been over 24 hours with no puking, and I had my fingers crossed that we’d all be relatively healthy for Christmas Day.
Sadly, this was not to be. As we were eating our Christmas Eve dinner, our youngest looked around the table at us from her high chair and promptly threw up all that she had eaten. Merry Christmas to me.
After this sad twist of fate, our Christmas game plan was changed yet again. Our home was on lockdown from any well wishing Christmas guests. I made up a bed in the front room for the baby and I, as I had no desire to wake up to her puking in my own bed. Our little bed was quite cozy, as it was in front of the Christmas tree and the fireplace, and included a puke bowl and our new addition, Dusty. Dusty was a 7 month old puppy that we had adopted earlier in the month from our local animal shelter.

Dusty, with two of our children that were no longer puking.

As we settled in for a long winters nap, the baby started coughing. Coughing usually leads to puking, so I shot up and grabbed the bowl. Mom intuition for the win, as she started throwing up into the bowl.
Now, picture this: tired mom and babe, sitting up in bed as babe continues to throw up. She is young enough not to quite understand what is happening to her body and so she resists the bowl in front of her. I anticipated this. I have 4 kids, this is not my first rodeo. I had a good solid grip on both child and bowl. What I did not anticipate was that our puppy Dusty would want in on the fun. She jumped into our bed making for the puke bowl like it was full of doggy treats. “No!” I scream as I try to push her away with my elbow. (Both hands are currently occupied) Dusty, however would not give up so easily. She runs for the bowl a second time. Thankfully there was a lull in the puking by this time, so I quickly free a hand and push her off the bed and away from the bowl. As I lunge forward, my foot gets caught in my blanket and pulls my toe back towards the top of my foot.

it hurt. A lot. Not like crying hurt, but still. I didn’t think much of it. I hopped around for a bit until the initial shock wore off. I cleared out the bucket and we went to bed. Next morning my toe was very bruised and swollen. A couple days after I went in for an X-ray and found out it was indeed broken.

The months to come would include 2 surgeries, a plate and 4 screws (placed and then removed) as well as a ruptured tendon that required repairing. Collectively I’ve been non-weight bearing/ bedrest for a total of 12 weeks. Truly, it’s been the Christmas gift that’s kept on giving. My family has been very supportive and helpful. My kids only step on my feet a couple times a day, so all is going well!
Moral of the story: let the dog lick the puke bowl. It’s not worth it.

It’s been awhile

I am here! This year has been crazy, and I know I’m not alone in this. All of us have been “sheltering in place” for more than a month now, and our day to day lives have been altered tremendously!

Life here on the farm continues on much as it did before. Our chickens are thriving and providing us with daily eggs which we enjoy and share with those we can. We’ve only lost one of our flock due to water belly (organ failure) a couple months ago, otherwise they’re all doing great! We’ve added two dogs to our crew, both rescues. They are full of vim and vigor and I’m sure they’ll be added into our stories more as time goes on.

Since we homeschool, this aspect of our lives hasn’t seen as much change due to the quarantine as others. I truly sympathize with those who have been put on this steep curve of learning how to “distance learn”. It’s a lot.

As for us, spring has sprung, and we are reaping the benefits, spending as much time outside as we can. Enjoying the blossoms and the weather (before is gets crazy hot!) We hope and pray that this little blog finds you and your families well. Hang in there!

The Photo Shoot

I know you all will love this as much as I do! As I’ve said before, my oldest has quite the heart for animals. She loves them, and they love her. This shows in how they run to her, trust her, and will do things for her that they most certainly wouldn’t do for anyone else. Case in point: Hannah conducted a photo shoot with our little chicks. Complete with backdrops and props. She is so inventive! As she showed me her pictures this morning, I just had to smile. Who thinks of these things? Anyway, here are some of my favorites from her shoot. Enjoy!

Our two Golden Laced Wyandottes, Lacey and Lupita.
In case you’re wondering the backdrop you see there is our windshield cover.
Our two Rhode Island Reds, Rojo and Blossom.
This reminds me of a Where’s Waldo picture. The three Barred Rocks (Oreo, Plum and Daisy) are in the basket. You can see 2 out of the 3 of them if you aren’t disctracted by the chaos of my garage in the background.
This one makes me laugh! Why she decided to perch our JuJuBee on her brothers shoes, I’ll never know. She looks happy, though. She’s our only Jubilee Orpington.
These are our 2 Buff Orpingtons, Caramel and Toffee. They seem to dig the ladder scene. Makes a fun perch.
This is Luna, one of my favorites. She’s a Blue/black Splash Orpington, and is a bit on the shy side. Don’t ask me what she’s standing on inside the flower bin, I haven’t the faintest idea.
This beautiful girl is California, Cali for short. She’s a White Plymouth Rock. She’s a busy body and very nosy. Always where the action is.
I will end with my favorite. This is JuJuBee again. Look at that talent! Perched on a toy horse like it no big thing! Too cute!

The 12 chicks of Hoffmann Farm

I never thought I’d ever be a chicken lady, but here I am. I LOVE my chickens! They are so much fun! They’re also quite a handful, and I seriously can’t wait until they’re out of the brooder in the garage, and out in the coop in the yard. Recently, the chicks have taken to roosting on top of my water feeders, causing poop to go into their water supply and then ultimately tipping over the water feeder itself and saturating their bedding. I then end up having to clean out their brooder sooner than I would have liked. Everyone else loves brooder cleaning, because they all get to take the chicks out into the yard to play while I scoop out the stinky woodchips and scrub out the box. This time, however my mini-me decided she’d stay and help me clean out the box. She made my heart happy.

She’s cute, and she fits inside the box to sweep out the last shreds of wood chips. Win-win!

My oldest, she’s the chicken whisperer. Recently she’s decided to train the older three chickens to be able to do obstacle courses. I’m pretty sure I have a video of her first attempt. I’ll post it later after I get her permission. Anyway, she typically will take responsibility of the chicks while I clean out the brooder. Today we got all the girls out into our old baby gate/pen to spend some time in the grass. My oldest, being the sweet girl she is, made sure there was plenty to keep the girls occupied. A mirror for the Buff Orpingtons (they LOVE to stare at themselves in the mirror), a big rock for the Wyandottes, a piece of wood to perch on for the Barred Rocks and food and water for everyone. I think she also included an umbrella for some added shade should the need arise. She really is very thoughtful.


They’re growing so fast, it’s hard to believe they’re only 4 weeks old. They’ve gone from little puff balls to almost being fully feathered. Can’t wait until they’re old enough to start earning their keep around here and giving us some eggs!!

A day in the life

Life is busy. I know I am not alone in this– it is what it is. It’s normal. But every once in a while something happens to make me stop and evaluate our norm and realize how busy (and blessed) we truly are. Let me tell you about my day so far.

First off, let me preface this by saying I (and most of my family) am currently sick. The chest cold has come to our home and hit us hard. In the last week I have bought more Kleenex, Boogie Wipes, Robitussin, Tylenol, Motrin, and Benadryl than I’d care to admit. That stuff isn’t cheap when you’re medicating 6 people! I have our diffuser running 24/7, and vitamin C runneth over. Does this change my day to day life? Not in the least. I wish it would slow my kids down a bit, but no chance of that.

So, I wake up in the morning with a soon-to-be 2 year old draped across my head. This is how she likes to say good morning to me. I think she figures if she tries to suffocate me I’ll be less likely to stay in bed and will immediately get up and tend to her every need. This method works exceptionally well when I can hear her trying to catch the snot dripping off her face before it hits mine. Ah, the joys of motherhood. So we’re up! Breakfast is usually what’s on everyones mind, but before we feed ourselves we have animals to tend to. The chickens are pretty vocal in the morning as they wait for my oldest to head out and let them out of their coop. She’s the chicken whisperer, that one.

Next is the chicks that are still in the brooder in our garage. Our current problem there is that they’ve taken a liking to roosting on top of their water dishes. Not only does this lead to pooping in their water, but it also ends with the chickens tipping their water over and leaving us with a mess to clean up. I’m currently brainstorming a solution to this current issue. I’ll let you know what I figure out.

Then there’s the cat, Rolo. Rolo adopted us a few months ago. She just kinda showed up and never left. She lives outside on our front porch and we now are able to pet her and every once in a while even hold her. I wasn’t sure she’d hang around, but she seems to like it here. Rolo gets fed in the morning as well, but we have to be careful when we feed her. You see, our free range chickens like Rolo’s food and Rolo is afraid of our chickens. So we have to shoo the chickens away long enough for Rolo to have a fighting chance at eating. After ensuring all have been fed, we come in and feed ourselves.

After breakfast, its time for school. Currently 2 out of my 4 are being homeschooled, but that is to change next year. I’m still trying to wrap my head around what that will look like. Today is a catch up day. Catch up on math, reading and finally a paper that needs to be completed about Queen Elizabeth II. (fun fact: did you know she is the only female member of royalty to have served in the military?) We also have guests from out of town at our home at the moment so a plan to Chik-Fil-A is in the works for those of us who aren’t affected by the plague.

I’ll spare you the details of my oldest dragging her math lesson out to the point of me seriously just wanting to do it for her; or her brother who decided today would be a good day to forget all that he has learned about letters and reading this year. His blank stares can be quite convincing, but this Momma is not easily fooled. It’s hard to maintain a sense of normalcy when you have family and guests to distract you.

With school completed it was time to head out to Chik-Fil-A for a late lunch and some play time in their play place. Get the wiggles out! Perfect idea! Except when we get to our favorite restaurant, we find the play place closed for cleaning. What could have been a minor inconvenience quickly turns into its a disaster. My kiddos ate their lunch and patiently and waited for the closed sign in the play place to come down, as the staff said it should only be another 10 minutes or so. Truly their patience was inspiring! Then (bells ring, lights flash) here comes the wonderful employee who, with a wonderful smile takes down the closed sign!! Hip hip hooray!!! My kids run in and quickly get to playing. Enter employee number two, who also has a smile on her face. But this, my friends, was a different kind of smile. This was the “why do I have to be the one to tell these kids to get out?” kind of smile. And that’s just what she did. A mistake was made, the cleaning not complete, and would we mind stepping out while they finished cleaning the playplace. My children froze and stared at me with emploring eyes. All except my youngest, who simply melted down and started screaming.

Plan B: lets go to the park! This seemed agreeable to everyone (except me, if I’m honest. I know it was my idea, but my cold medicine was running out and I was tired. What was supposed to be a “let me sit here and veg while you play in the playplace” has turned into a “let me push you on the swing in the heat while I set the timer for when we can go home. One hour and counting.”) so off we go to play. The hour completed, the kids and I were ready to head home. By the time we get there, my youngest has fallen asleep in the car. I send everyone else into the house and sit in my air conditioned van while my little one sleeps. I’m sure some of you are rolling your eyes at this as you read it. ‘Just take her in the house’ you say. Impossible, I tell you. Believe me, I have tried. Doesn’t work. So I sit. I don’t mind. It gives me a few minutes of peace in the middle of my day.

Once we head in, its time to start thinking about dinner. As I mentioned we have family visiting and so tonight, they are preparing the meal. A wonderful treat for me! We eat dinner, take care of the animals and tuck them in for the night. We get ourselves ready for bed, watch a short movie, read a book and head to bed. A busy, normal day.

So what, my dear friends, is the point of all this? Simply this. I. Am. Blessed. By the home we live in, the animals we care for, and the family we are. Sick or no, I am blessed to be living this mad, crazy, busy life. I have my moments, there are times when I wish we could slow down and just be. But I know that these moments are all too fleeting. Sooner than I’d like to think, this house will not be filled with the screams of laughter of my little ones, but the pleas of teenagers wanting to use the car for one thing or another. Then college, and then more quiet than I’d like to think about. I will take my busy day and do my best to love and live the moment I am in. Adventures abound! I’ll be ready for them!! Just as soon as I take my next round of cold medicine….

To Homestead or not to homestead

I can’t begin to tell you how excited I am! A long held dream of mine became a reality almost a year ago. For years, my husband and I have dreamed of having property. Our own little slice of paradise to call our own. A pipe dream, really, or so we thought. I mean seriously: We live in California. We have 4 kids ranging from 10 to just under 2 years old. . We both work and I homeschool our children as well. Our plate was full! We lived in a nice neighborhood, had a wonderful gardner to take care of the small yard that we didnt have the time to maintain. You know, your typical suburban family. I had the desire to start a little garden, but had difficulty keeping my cactus alive. So what possessed us to take on a 5 acre property with the intention to create a homestead? Simple. We’re crazy! But if I’m to be totally honest with you, it was the best decision we could have made. Our lives have changed dramatically over the last year. We have a wonderful foundation to build on, but we have a lot of work ahead of us.

One of the biggest reasons we decided to jump in to this adventure was our kids. We wanted our children to have the chance to live the country life. To play outside until the sun goes down, to help care for the animals and tend the garden. A homeschooler’s paradise, truly. So many hands on experiences to be had!! Did we have any idea what we were getting ourselves into? Of course not! Have we had some bumps and bruises along the way? Yes. Would we go back and do it all over again if we had the chance? Without a doubt. I love our little home. I love our chickens. I love the peace that I find out here. I thought about writing peace AND quiet, but then I remembered my 4 children and just went for peace. Lets be honest, unless all 4 are sleeping there is no such thing as quiet around here.(in fact as I’m typing this I hear a loud crash from the kitchen where my son had asked to grab a snack, followed by a small voice saying “I’m ok!” Is it bad that I’m still sitting here typing? I’ve seen his little self and can reassure you that no blood is involved.)

I digress, back to the topic at hand. Is homesteading for everyone? No, of course not! I’m sure our version of a homestead will look different than others would expect. I fully expect our dreams and ideas to morph and change as we grow and learn. That’s part of the fun of it! Our first adventure: chickens! We inherited a rogue chicken that escaped when the previous owners moved. We named her Becky. She was a raggedy little thing, and not shy in the least. She’d come up to our slider off the back porch and peck at the door. We adopted her immediately and started feeding her within the week. We fixed up a small coop for her at night and let her free range during the day. Within a few weeks we had an offer to add a couple of pullets into the mix so Becky wouldn’t be alone. We brought them home and named them Fran and Rose. The three of them get along well and continue to stay in the smaller coop and free range during the day. Last month, however, we added 12 chicks to our family. In true Hoffmann fashion we named them all as well. Don’t ask me how we’ll be able to keep them all straight, I’m leaving that resposibility to my oldest daughter. For your information and entertainment their names are as follows: California (Cali for short), Oreo, Plum, Daisy, Rojo,Blossom, Toffee, Caramel, Luna, JuJuBee, Lacey and Lupita. Honestly, I’m impressed that I can remember them all. You’ll hear more about the girls, have no doubt. We’re currently working on the larger coop and run so that when the girls are ready to graduate from the brooder, they’ll have a place to go to. 3 weeks and counting!

Thanks for joining us on our adventure. Come back by the site and check out our adventures. Homesteading. homeschooling, parenting, how to get chicken poop off of your patio with a hose and a scrub brush, we’ll talk about it all!