Welcome to Fiddle Hill Farmstead

One month ago Husband of the Blog (HOB) Dan and I moved into our Fiddle Hill Farmstead and we were officially all-in on the dream of starting to live a slower, more intentional life here in Vermont. Since that time we have painted, spackled, de-wallpapered, hung shelves and hooks and pictures, and generally worked at making our new home feel like it is ours.

How did we get here? Like a lot of folks we know, during the early lockdown days of the pandemic we processed by gettting obsessively into sourdough and growing our own food. The magic of putting seeds into soil and watching them grow kept our spirits afloat as we tried our best to keep safe and sane.

We realized we couldn't thrive in a densely packed city forever as my work with the public became more challenging and HOB's work turned location independent. We talked through a hundred different departures -- a liveaboard boat (too tippy), a yurt (not enough walls), building our own tiny home (we watched a lot of youtube about foundation work) -- but we finally landed on more conventional house hunting in Vermont. I ruminated endlessly on the factors that went into a successful enterprise and how to find somewhere to live that you love. In the end it took only one house on one househunting trip. Our hearts were open and we fell in love in the woods, hunting for survey pins and marveling over the efts and mushrooms.

We are definitely in over our heads but we get up and thank goodness for youtube tutorials, many teachers, and a willingness to fail. Follow along for project updates and lots of humorous mistakes.