That’s such a hilarious overstatement, but you know I have big plans. Normal people dream of fame or fancies. Do you know what I dream of? Chickens. Yes, you read that correctly, and yes it is absurd. I don’t know why, maybe I watched too much Cinderella in my formidable years. I have always had this ridiculously glamorized vision of myself scattering corn and gathering eggs in my apron each morning, just so I could go in and fry a fresh and delicious scramble for my perfectly well behaved children for breakfast. Let’s just set aside the fact that I’ve never worn a cooking apron, and actually do not currently own a stove. I’m going to name them wonderfully kitschy old lady names like Blanche and Deloris, and gossip with them while I tend my garden beds. We couldn’t have them in Plano, or I would have probably already learned that this is a terrible idea. But, we don’t live in Plano anymore, we live in small town, Texas. Having chickens is basically a prerequisite for our new lifestyle.
So, today I’m showing you my top-secret Huffman Homestead plans, complete with, you guessed it, my very own hens with old lady names! This is going to take us several years, if we actually ever complete it. But, look how beautiful! If it weren’t 100 degrees out today, I’d get started with only my shovel and personal determination. We have about one-acre in town, and coming from a tiny city plot, that basically means endless possibilities.