Well, after years of talking about it and dreaming about it, we finally did it. Mike and I bought the farm. This, we’re calling the “green acres” chapter of our lives. A boy from the North and a PR gal from Atlanta…moving to the country, real country, for the first time. Living part-time on 34 acres in a sweet little Alabama town. Up ’til now, I haven’t really considered myself the blogging type. But this phase of our lives is apt to get so ridiculously funny, well, we just have to document it. Plus, we want to remember and share some of the funny, stressful, scary, crazy and beautiful moments ahead. So, welcome to Our Green Acres blog. We’ll keep you posted. 🙂
When we first looked at the property I noticed a sweet little (what I thought was a) paddock right next to the barn with honeysuckle vines growing on the fence. “What a cute little area,” I said excitedly to Mike. “Maybe we can fix it up and put some animals in there.” Turns out, the place is already inhabited. “Buster,” who cuts our hay fields (more on him later), has informed us that the area is the Smith’s old pet cemetery. “They buried all their animals in there,” Buster said. “In fact, when Mr. Smith’s wife Anita died, I think they spread her ashes in there, too.”
