In case I haven’t told you, we LOVE Maine! We took a huge leap of faith and moved across the country, and it was the best thing we could have ever done.

Everywhere we drive we see eggs for sale on the side of the road. One day we decided to stop and check it out. So we pulled up along side this cute little egg house.

Inside of it was a little red cooler that said 2.50 per dozen. You open it up and there are cartons of eggs and a cool whip container to leave the money.  Let me tell you, this would NEVER work in California. You couldn’t leave anything out without fear of it being stolen. Farm fresh eggs are amazing. I leave them in a basket on my counter. Did you know fresh eggs don’t need to be refrigerated???? We ended up meeting this great couple that sells these eggs at the pond. My eggs still have bedding on them and are all different sizes.

And just in case you were wondering……
MEET THE CHICKENS!!!!

I made Mike breakfast the other day and he asked me what was wrong with his eggs. I ran out of farm fresh and used store bought. Whoops… Funny how he could immediately tell. I don’t eat eggs so I am not much help there! Happy Hatching!

I never thought I would say that I missed the trash trucks. The taking of the cans to the street and the noise of the trash trucks in the morning always seemed like a nuisance to me. That nuisance now seems like a dream I wish I had again.

Instead, we get the pleasure of loading up our cars with trash!

Saturday is usually our “going to the dump” day. This weeks trip was especially stinky. I almost didn’t think I would be able to keep my insides in while we drove to the dump, all windows down, so glad it wasn’t raining. What the heck are we gonna do when it is snowing?

This was possibly one of the biggest culture shocks for me. Taking my trash to the dump. Let me tell you, it definitely changes the way you think about trash.  My biggest thought currently is what to do with the lobster soup in the fridge that I decided I just didn’t quite like.  I think it may have to stay in the fridge until the very last minute. Then we dump it into some strong trash bags and double bag it before we take it. Always a fear with liquid. I couldn’t imagine how horrible that would be if lobster soup spilled in the car!

Lincoln has been scouting out the trees since we first got here. He has been determined to make himself a bow. The first attempt didn’t work so well and the bow broke. I guess he found the perfect branch.

A branch of a tree, a pair of scissors, some twine and effort… he has made himself, by himself, a functioning bow.

Here he is in action…

So I had this wacky idea to start a garden. We have this small section in the home we bought already set up for gardening. I am not sure how much gardening they did since it is the only section on our property that is growing crabgrass.  Do you know how hard crabgrass is to get rid of?

Jaxx has the easy job. He gets to soak the ground so that we can get rid of the crabgrass. He definitely looks miserable, but he is actually having fun.

Lincoln on the other hand. He likes to wait until he is truly needed, definitely not volunteering to help kinda kid. He is busy sitting int he barn and making himself a bow from a tree branch he got.

So did I mention, I hate dirt under my fingernails? Like really hate the feeling. I think it would be so much easier to pull this crabgrass if I wasn’t wearing gloves. But since I hate dirt under my nails, we do it the hard way!

This feels like so much work to get some veggies growing. Am I out of my m ind? The grocery store is ONLY 25 minutes away.  But, we said we were going to do this as a family and have fun with it. SO fun we are having. Actually, it is pretty cool to be planting our own garden.  Jaxx has his big life question. Why are we planting if they are only going to die in the winter? Must be nice to be a 6 year old.

We took a break due to the heat. I will make sure to post our progress. Plants should definitely be in the ground tomorrow.