About

Hello, and welcome!

I am the Re-Farmer.

I grew up on a farm, left at age 18, and have been living in the city for pretty much all of the last 30 years.  I’ve married, had kids, home schooled them, and moved more than a dozen times, following my husband’s work.  The girls are all grown up now, but I managed to convince them that they didn’t have to move out, just because they turned 18.  Thank God we did.  Over the past few years, a back injury has left my husband disabled, now reliant on a walker and in constant pain.  They have been incredible about helping us out.

Meanwhile, things have changed on the family farm that has left the house empty.  After much debate, we accepted my mother’s request to move back to the house I grew up in.

There are going to be some pretty massive lifestyle changes involved in going from downtown city living, to rather isolated country life.

This will be our story.

Update 2018

We are now all moved in, and discovering the quirks of our new old home.  For the first year, our focus will be on finishing packing up my parents’ things to put in storage, finding and prioritizing what needs to be done around the house as we clean it up – or when things start to leak, break or fall apart – and going through the main yard to see what is already there, what needs to be fixed, pruned, or gotten rid of, and plan on what we want to add ourselves.  Do we want to garden?  Have chickens or goats?  Do we want to build an outdoor cooker?  What do we do with all the downed trees?  Is that log shed with the caved in roof worth salvaging?

Join us in our journey of discovery.

Update: one year gone by

Well, our first year has certainly been an adventure.

The house and property turned out to be in worse shape than expected.  There isn’t much we can to about the state of the house, due to limited finances, but the past summer was focused on clearing out garbage from the various groves of trees around the yard, as well as cleaning and pruning.  There were few working tools and equipment left by the time we got here, so we are making do, even as we slowly replace things that were taken.  Sadly, at the same time, we are dealing with a situation involving someone who has been vandalizing things.  Just before Christmas, there was another incident that we finally have proof for, so the police are now involved.  

A lot was accomplished the past year, and there is still much more to do.  Ultimately, even with the difficulties and challenges, this move has been a good thing, overall.  The relative peace and quiet of country living has been better for my husband’s health, we are loving having deer regularly coming into our yard, feeding them and the birds where we can see them out our living room window, and taking care of what is now 13 outside cats.  Oh, and the skunk has been showing up to eat the cat food, too. :-D  

In the spring, we plan to continue cleaning and clearing the inner yard and groves – maybe even get a garden in, even if it’s just the small one by the house – get started on the outer yard as well.  Little by little, it will get done!

The adventure continues, and I hope you will continue to visit and share our journey!

Update: Jan. 2022

I hadn’t realized how long it has been since this page was updated. The last update was in 2019!

Things in 2020 and 2021 have been… interesting. What with the whole world basically turning upside down over a pandemic in a way it never has before.

For the most part, not much changed in our little corner of the world, and we were incredibly thankful to be living here, and not still in a city! Though we were not really ready for it, we had our first garden in 2020. Thankfully, we had ordered our seeds well before so many others suddenly started gardening, too. We ordered many more seeds and expanded our garden even more for 2021, only to get hit with a severe drought and many heat waves. In 2022, we are expanding the garden again, and will be finally planting trees instead of cutting them down, starting with a “living fence” of nitrogen fixing berry bushes, some Korean Pine, and a couple of Highbush Cranberry. A lot of the plans we had have been shifted and changed, as we focus more on our self sufficiency goals while pushing back our continued clean up plans.

Since we are already pretty isolated, we mostly just did our thing while the world swirled into chaos around it. Living on my husband’s disability income, as much as it limits us, meant we didn’t have the financial hit that others had, other than by the increasing prices. Unfortunately, the government restrictions resulted in my husband getting virtually no health care for the past two years. His pain levels have not improved, and if there has been any change in his heart condition, we don’t know about it. The heart clinic wouldn’t accommodate his disability, so he’s refusing to make the drive to the city anymore. Phone appointments only. Between his pain levels and the government restrictions, he hasn’t even been able to get blood tests done, locally.

We’ve still had to deal with our vandal; after catching him trying to break our gate again, I finally followed the advice the RCMP had been giving me from the beginning and filed for a restraining order. Then the restrictions got even crazier, court dates were repeatedly delayed, and it took a year and going into Case Management – the alternative was waiting another year for a trial date. We worked out an agreement through his lawyer, and we now have a “peace bond”, which our vandal will hopefully follow. However, he retaliated by filing a civil suit against me, and that’s still dragging on, repeatedly delayed. He has no case, but won’t drop it. That’s a layer of stress we don’t need!

The clean up around the property continues, if more slowly. Temporary garden plots have become part of our long term plans to prepare severely depleted soil to eventually plant food trees in. At the same time, we’re harvesting dead spruces that were originally intended for building projects, but are now going to be used to build permanent high raised garden beds. The focus for these are to accommodate mobility and accessibility needs. Hopefully, we will soon be able to incorporate chickens into our self-sufficiency plans, too, but we won’t get those until we have the appropriate shelters they will need, first. Since so many tools and supplies disappeared from the property while it was empty, we are going to have to buy a lot of the building materials, and lumber prices have been well beyond our budget these past two years.

Much has changed in our short term plans, but the long term plans remain the same. We’re just having to be flexible about how we get there!

I hope you enjoy following along with us on our journey.

Update 2023: 6 year blogversary

I’m writing this on Oct. 29, 2023 – the 6 year anniversary of starting this blog.

It’s been quite a year!

My husband is still getting next to no health care. We lost our doctor when he moved to a clinic too far for his pain levels to handle, but managed to find a new one for him that’s closer. I still have no doctor, but hope some doctors will be transferring into the nearer clinics before the end of the year. Until then, I have an interim doctor. As for my husband and the heart clinic, they sent a letter to him with an appointment, even after he’d told them he wasn’t going in in person, due to their refusal to accommodate his disability, and set up a telephone appointment.

They never called.

He’s had no contact with the heart clinic since.

Meanwhile, he’s still having to deal with barely controlled pain levels. As usual, with the new doctor, the only thing that’s being focused on is his blood sugars. His back injury just seems to get completely forgotten whenever the look at his blood work. He might have to get his pain meds changed, though, simply because a lot of doctors simply aren’t able to prescribe these opioids anymore. Turns out, he’s a bit of an experiment on just how high of a dose of these meds can be made, and no one is willing to increase it any higher. That means, trying new things.

As for the girls and I, we’re still working on keeping this place running. Thankfully, before winter last year, my mother agreed to pay for a new roof. She’d made a big deal about how “perfect” the house was in trying to convince us to move out here, but had no idea just how much the magic fairies (my dad and my siblings) took care of that she knew nothing about. Thank God she transferred ownership to my oldest brother! No one living knows this place as well as his does! He has been quite happy with the things we’ve been doing to maintain and improve things, as we are able, even if they’re not things he would be doing himself. Like the raised beds we are slowly building more of, using whatever materials we can fine.

We’re also dealing with our own health struggles. With me, it’s mostly the osteoarthritis, but my daughters both have PCOS, with one quite a bit more severe than the other. It doesn’t stop my daughter from being able to keep up her digital art business, and keep a steady flow of commissions. We’ve been taking care of the yard cats my late father loved so much, and she’s been funding most of the vet bills!

We’ve also had transportation issues, having had to finally sell our van for scrap and rely on my mother’s little car that we keep insured, so I can help her with her errands and appointments. Thankfully, before the snow hit, and with tremendous help from others, we were able to get a truck to replace it – something that both meets my husband’s mobility needs, and better suits our needs here on the farm! Having car payments on a disability income, when the cost of living has been increasing so much, is a huge risk, but we had no choice.

So our focus for the next while is going to remain on self sufficiency, and working to grow and produce as much as we can ourselves. Pretty much everything else has become a lower priority!

27 thoughts on “About

  1. I was happy to find your blog. We have much in common. My wife had a back surgery three years ago and she retired from her job on disability. Chronic pain is no picnic! Still, we put one foot in front of the other and the rest takes care of itself. We wish we could move farther out in the country but God had plans for me to farm right here in town. Hopefully, I can keep all abreast of our development of an urban farm! Thank you so much for sharing your journey.

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    • Thank you for your kind words. I’m glad our little blog can be of help to others! It is so hard to watch the ones we love suffer, and there’s nothing we can do to help. :-(

      I look forward to going through your blog as well!

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  2. I came here to read the saga of the crabapple cider, and got hooked. Your tone is so relatable and accessible. I’m sure I’ll eventually get them all ready and caught up to current.
    Thanks for sharing all of this with us!

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  3. Western Canada can definitely be quite isolated.

    Made a compromise myself. Moved out of a huge suburban metropolis and into a small town. Instead of letting the children live at home, we moved in with one of our children’s families.

    I hope you finally solved your vandal problem. I also hope that fellow doesn’t escalate to violence. People who do such things have hateful motivations. Glad you are talking to the RCMP and taking their suggestions.

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    • Thanks.

      For all the trouble our vandal is giving us, moving out here was the best thing we could have done.

      As for escalation… well, I’m hoping his fighting cancer will prevent that from happening but, according to messages he managed to leave on my brother’s voice mail, he intends to beat the cancer so that he can have retribution on us for somehow ruining his life. Plus, he claims we caused his cancer. So… yeah, we’ve got that hanging over us pretty consistently.

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        That’s a new one. How does he think you gave him cancer? I would guess he thinks you are spraying weedkillers and pesticides, but it does not sound like you are farming in a way that that would be an issue.

        Kind of sad. In an area where neighbors are scarce, it seems you have one that is going out of his way to be a nuisance. Wonder what is motivating him. You got gold you don’t know about on your property?

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      • According to him, his doctor told him we caused his cancer. All the stress caused by moving in here when he thought he could convince my mother to will the property to him, no longer being able to help himself to what was left on the property, and being held accountable for his vandalism.

        When I heard he got cancer, I hoped that facing his own mortality might make him a better man. Instead, he has apparently become even more obsessed with the property, that my brother now owns it, and that my family and I live here. Definitely a mental illness of some kind involved. It seems his motivation is pure hatred. Which saddens me, because we used to be close for many years. I grew up with him.

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      • I think it’s both. He’s got his own farm. He has no kids to leave anything to. He’s in no condition to maintain more property, even before he got cancer. But it did give him a place he could drink without his wife knowing. While cleaning up the place before our own stuff arrived, we found a stash of beer hidden away.

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      • Honestly, I think she’s the best thing to happen to him. He did cut down on the drinking a lot, and things really seemed to be going well. Then the youngest of my brothers died in a terrible accident. It broke something inside him, I think, as it shattered my entire family. None of us have really recovered from it.

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      • This property was supposed to go to that brother. When he died, our vandal felt like it should go to him, because he “helped” my parents so much and they were so “close” (I remember quite a few phone calls with my late brother that showed otherwise, but he’s rewritten his memory on a lot of things). He was furious when my parents changed their wills so the land would go to my other brother and pressured them for years to change their wills so he would get it. When the property was empty after my father died – and even while he was still alive and living here – he helped himself to everything as if it was all his. My mother asked us to move in partly to put a stop to that. That angered him, but the “final straw” if you will was when I told him I was just fine with the property going to my brother instead of him. When he kept showing up without invitation and kept trying to take things, we put a lock on the gate. That’s when the vandalism started happening and, when we caught him on the trail cam, the police became involved. Now, he sees us as trying to ruin his life and wanting to put him in jail. Although, the last message he left, he said we put him in jail and none of us know anything about him having actually been in jail.

        I still hold out hope but, right now, it’s all on him – and I think his believes some of the things he’s invented about me and my brother. We have no contact with either of them. We’ve been trying to get help for him for some time, but there’s little we can do. He’s mentally unstable and sometimes, I worry about her safety, too.

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