the truth about acreage living

12Both my husband and I thought we were acreage people. I lived on one when I was a child and can remember all the fun that my siblings and I had in the country. My husband spent his teenage years on one as well, up until his second year of post secondary schooling. When I was in university, we moved back to an acreage. My parents have been there ever since, and my husband and I have been living with them off and on over the past few years.

Many of you joined our roller coaster ride in our 5 month search for an acreage of our own. While we didn’t end up settling on one, we did purchase land in the country. Do you know what? I think it’s a blessing in disguise. It’s funny how you may think that you want something so badly, and go after it in full force, only to realize that it’s not what you wanted in the end. Living on an acreage at this stage in my life has made me realize that. All of our jobs are located in the city, on top of which our free time is also spent there. With no desire to spend our days off mowing the lawn, and no children to speak of, the only good thing about living in the country is the peace and quiet, and having space for our animals. I’m hoping that therefore our city-sized lot outside of the city will be the best of both worlds for us and our animals. At least for right now.

14Not everyone will share this opinion, just as I don’t expect them to. Some people are made for country life, like my mum. While she would probably whither up and die in the city, there are days when she, too, needs a break from it all. This was an email that I received from her one Sunday morning.

“So here’s my day so far…. Ben (dog) left a dead mouse in dog room. Two puncture wounds. Then he was sniffing dead grass. Grass went up his nose and he started choking. I pulled it out of his nostrils. A handful. The graham wafer broke while feeding the donkeys and Mama (donkey) bit my finger. Bleeding. Sam (mini horse) ran into page fence. Got his head stuck. Ripped hair and has two nasty holes on his face. Mesa (kitten) has climbed a tree and can’t get down. And it’s only 10:30 (am).”

I think that acreage living is suited best for children or individuals who either do not work away from home, or do not work at all. Those who fall in between can also make it work, but you had better like rising with the sun and going to bed at sundown. If you do, I applaud you.



13Above are photos that I have taken over the summer while living on my parent’s acreage.

our date with elle

Screen Shot 2014-08-21 at 7.45.44 PMA few Sundays ago, we had a spontaneous date with my oldest niece Ellie. It was a big deal. Not having children of our own, we became her sole caregivers for the afternoon. Everything was dependent on us; her fun, her safety, her life, basically. It was a responsibility that I did not take lightly, and I treated the day like a mission. Mission, Possible.

3.jpgAfter we loaded her up in our vehicle, we drove out to the lake to check on the progress of our new property. As soon as we got there, the skies opened up and it began to pour. That didn’t stop us from grabbing our umbrellas and running up and down the gravel and dirt piles. Ellie called it a mountain. Apparently, we have a mountain on our lot. Aren’t we lucky?

When it begun to come down even harder, we ran back into the vehicle for cover. We drove to the other side of the lake where there happened to be an Open House that day. We planned on stopping in, but before we did so, we wanted to dip our toes in the lake since it had stopped raining and the sun was coming out. Elle and I approached the water, and just as I was telling her that it was slippery and to be careful, she fell in. Oops. With her boots full of water (and snails, she said), we started to dry her off. Then it started to pour, again. Geoffrey picked her up and I ran after them back to the vehicle. So much for our plans. We now had a wet niece sitting in her booster seat, sans pants, and wrapped in a towel. We put her clothes and boots on the vents, and asked her if she wanted to go home. Her response? She was having too much fun, so no. What a brave girl.

6.jpg8.jpg4.jpg5.jpg7.jpgOn our way back into town, we stopped by a Strawberry Ranch. Geoffrey went to ask if they were open for picking while I began dressing Ellie in the vehicle. When he came back he informed us that they were over-picked the day before, and that it’ll be a few more days until the berries are ready again. This was not the afternoon that I had envisioned. Back into the vehicle we went, and this time, we visited a vegetable and antique market that we knew was open for business. We bought Elle some ice cream, and we took our little (wet) pants party outside to the picnic tables. The sun was definitely out to stay, and it had turned into a perfect August afternoon; hot, but with a cool breeze. 

9.jpg10.jpgAfter our niece was successfully hopped up on sugar, we made one last stop at a nearby greenhouse. She picked out two plants, both with amazing plant names. Ellie chose Candy Stripe for herself, and Chocolate Chip for her little sister Isla. We loaded everyone and everything up one last time, and made the 40 minute drive back to my sister and brother-in-law’s home. When we got there, Ellie said that four hours with us was not long enough, and next time, she wants to make it eight.

1.jpgThat Sunday was one of the best dates that I have ever been on.



oh, rosea

1403497322.870688.IMG_55121403497324.748746.IMG_5506A few weeks ago my husband and I had gotten into a small, silly argument. Later that night after I came home from work, I had a beautiful little plant waiting for me called an Echeveria/Rosea. Rather than getting roses I received a Rosea! It’s a cute play on words though I don’t think that it was intentional. Even though my husband had already apologized, he knew that buying me a new succulent would sweeten the apology. He was right. Hey, I’ll take them anyway I can get them.

1403497324.089131.IMG_5508Processed with VSCOcam with se3 presetFriends, today we get possession of our new lot! I cannot believe how quickly June flew by. I thought that the time would drag on but instead the 30th came very quickly. We are planning on having it mowed today, and to officially break ground. Huzzah! C’mon Little Barn, we want you built already.

1403497322.207782.IMG_5514Have a wonderful week! I’ll see you in July. :-)


P.S. Happy Canada Day … tomorrow!

boomerang into baba’s

IMG_7.jpgIMG_6.jpgIMG_3.jpgIMG_4.jpgIMG_2.jpgIMG_1.jpgIMG_5.jpgWhat was originally going to be a quaint little post on our new digs has now turned into yet another link to another recent article this time pertaining to our living situation. I stumbled across it on Friday on the utterly hilarious and informative and trashy website Jezebel. Do any of you guys read it? I only just started and I cannot get enough! Anyway, the main goal of the piece is to showcase the very real trend of our generation (twenty-somethings to thirty-somethings) moving back in with their parents after graduating post secondary school due to their massive incurred debt loads and inability to find a job in their chosen career path. We are apparently known as the “Boomerang kids.” This article resonates with me to such an extent that it was never a question as to whether or not I would mention it on my own blog.

With five solid years of a useless university degree under my belt, I am only where I am now due to a significant amount of hard work, a little bit of nepotism, and a crap load of luck. I currently cannot count the number of jobs that I have, but I will try for you today.

1. I’m a Research Assistant at the University (for 5 years)

2. I’m a Library Assistant at the Public Library (for 3 years)

3. I’m a Blogger (for 1.5 years)

4. I’m an Online Store Owner (for 1.5 years)

5. I’m a Freelance Writer (for 6 months)

6. I’m a Professional Photographer (up-and-coming)

There. Whew. That’s more than I like to admit. There I am, working away at six jobs a month/several a day, while my university graduate of a husband has one full-time job that does not require any education. Are we a product of our generation? As Mr. Big in SATC would say, “Abso-f*cking-lutely!” Would I change it if I had the chance? I would honestly say no. I love all of my jobs and love that I get to be a creative person as a grown up. I am lucky enough to have a husband that has a steady job so that I can experiment and work my buns off and discover just where exactly I belong in the work world. Not only that, but to relate back to this post, I am so blessed to have parents who have always treated their front door as a swinging one, and who get excited when every so often they hear from me, “Guys, I’m moving back home for a bit.”

While our stay in Baba’s house will only be for a few months, how lucky are we to have ended up on an acreage with no mortgage payment, no bills to pay, free food, a free babysitter for our dogs when we work, constant company next door, and a brand-new house to ourselves? So lucky! It’s funny how months of searching for an property in the country turned into us buying a lot in a village but, for the time being, living exactly in the setting that we strove for and at no expense.

I wholly agree with this article, and that there is no shame in moving home when times are tough, or even when times are great and you just need a place to stay and save money. If this is the way of the world for people my age, rather than fighting this trend, why not jump on the band wagon and give it a go? It may turn out to be the best decision that you have made since prior before choosing your ill-fated university degree.


IMG_8.jpg“Everyone Will Live With Their Parents Forever And Ever Amen”

Six years after the economy shit the bed, let’s check in with the “Boomerang kids.” If you guessed “long-term cultural trend” rather than “recessionary blip” sometime back in 2010—ding ding ding! You’re a winner! Your prize is this wadded-up copy of the Wall Street Journal full of dead bugs.

The New York Times Magazine just dropped a big piece on the phenomenon, complete with a really great photo essay. America’s young adults just aren’t leaving the nest like they used to: A fifth of people in their 20s and early 30s live with their parents, and 60 percent receive some financial support. And it’s not just because they missed mom doing the laundry:

Nearly 45 percent of 25-year-olds, for instance, have outstanding loans, with an average debt above $20,000. (Kasinecz still has about $60,000 to go.) And more than half of recent college graduates are unemployed or underemployed, meaning they make substandard wages in jobs that don’t require a college degree.

For all the talk of entitled millennials, recent grads are dealing with a giant, stinking trash heap of garbage economic trends. There’s the fact that anybody graduating during a recession never makes up for the lost wages, sure, but the term “entry level” has also become a joke. A college degree barely gets you in the door, because companies won’t train new employees anymore. Or, as the Times depressingly puts it:

Today, about a third of young adults will earn a four-year-degree, and many of them — more than a third, by many estimates — are unlikely to find lifelong secure employment sufficient to pay down their debt and place them on track to earn more than their parents. If they want a shot at making it into the top 20 percent, they now need to learn a skill before they get a job. And for many, even with their parents’ help, that’s going to be an impossibility.

No wonder they call economics the dismal science! HEY-OOO!!! (Christ.)

But lest the Times‘ boomer subscribers despair their kids will goddamn never leave, the piece also points out that moving home (for those lucky enough to have that option) can also be seen as a pretty savvy financial move. Take the example of 28-year-old Adrianne Smith, who moved in with her parents after quitting a job as a behavioral analyst. But she did it deliberately, to save money to open her own clinic treating kids on the autism spectrum.

Even 27-year-old Annie Kasinecz, who’s lived with her mom for four years and cycled through several temporary gigs while agonizing over her long-term plan, gets a bit of buck-up-kid encouragement from Clark University psychologist Jeffrey Jensen Arnett. At least she’s actively seeking the right fit. (And at least she’s not racking up anymore debt, living on credit cards or god forbid borrowing to go to some grad school that won’t provide any better job opportunities.)

I wonder how reassuring Kasinecz finds that? The Times piece ends on an “i unno” note. We’re stuck with the trend but hey, nobody knows how it’s going to play out! But it’s probably a lot easier to feel sanguine if you’re not actually in the economic trenches, here, spending day after day scrolling through useless job boards and firing resumes off into the void.

Let’s just rename everybody from 15 to 35 Generation ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Because fuck it, IDK, LOL.

by Kelly Faircloth

spirit of the north

IMG_9225.jpg1 23 45 69IMG_9305 copy 117 12Last week, my mother and took a day trip to visit my great aunt. She lives in a beautiful little place that is known as ‘The Spirit of the North.’ The difference between the topography of our two cities is incredible. We live in such a flat and barren part of the province while my aunt lives amongst hills, water, and trees. My mum drove so that day so I was able to photograph the trip. She kept telling me what to shoot in order to show my readers that there is more to this province than solely farmland.

On the way back I let my mum take over the camera. I was curious to see what she viewed as worthy photography subjects. Although her photos were all blurry and crooked, the entire trip was a great reminder that I do need to stop playing it safe and shoot subject matter that I may not always find that interesting or think will not turn out to be aesthetically pleasing. Because once those photos are uploaded and edited on my computer, it may be an entirely different story. It may actually turn out to be really beautiful material which, in turn, only reinforces the idea that one cannot be selective behind a lens. I think that we need these challenges to step outside of our comfort zone in order to continue to grow as bloggers and photographers.

Strike that, the best part of the trip was being able to visit with family and eat some really amazing Ukrainian food. Learning the lesson to be more adventurous with photography from my very opinionated but very truthful mother was just an added bonus.



  • Hello! My name is Emory. I am a wife, mother of four (three on earth in heaven). This is our life on the Canadian prairies.

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