We’re talking cray cray, people.
As of this month, Zac and I are officially farm folk.
Portman Acres
We moved just outside of our small town to this gem. We can now say we live in the second floor of a beautiful old farmhouse built in the late 1800s on an old dairy farm turned beef farm. I know. Why would two young folk such as ourselves move to a farm where the ratio of cow to people is, say, 4:1? Lots of reasons I suppose having to do with love of the country and simple life, regaining a sense of community, seeking a new adventure, definitely the peace, fresh air, and quiet. One thing’s for sure, living here is a lovely fit for these two old souls at this time in our young lives. Oh, and things are crazy.
Here’s a preview of our new digs.
Did I mention that moving is crazy?
Thank goodness for good, strong men!
Still not sure how this maneuver happened.
Moving success due to most patient husband and selfless brother in law. No thanks to worry wart wife holding camera.
Post-move life, ahhh free me from the mess!
Check out more farm friendly photos on instagram @bodafide!
Coming up next: A tour de farm, a Catholic house blessing,
and what’s in that weird bunker/cave thing?
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