Lady bugs make an odd noise as they crash into the lamp in my room. 


The noise used to stand out, a light flutter and a soft, high pitched plink which now is settling into the back ground noises of my new place – my new life.  I used to hear the rain, and cars on wet asphalt, and sirens, and loud voices walk past my window.  I used to hear the muffled thump of a dropped shoe or book, coughs, or the hum of a neighbors bathroom fan.


now – now I hear frogs.  Now I hear roosters, and sheep, and lambs, and cows.  and wind.

now I hear songs, and crashes and cries, and adventures, and stories, and bangs, and bumps. I hear little feet, and cats and refrigerator doors open and close.  I don’t live near people – I live with people.



I live on a 13 acre organic farm in the Yakima Valley.  A stream runs past my bedroom window.  At night it gets dark. 






I have a wood stove.




I’m excited to get the camera out and to start taking pictures of this place as spring starts to erupt.

I’m excited to rest.

I’m excited to work.

I’m excited to plant a garden.

I’m excited to raise some form of livestock.

I’m excited to raise bees.












I’m designing a large table – with the ability to seat 16+ . . . . . . .


  1. That's so awesome, Neil! I'm so glad God has blessed you with such a paradise. And that table...what an adventure!

  2. Not that I think you should leave Yakima anytime soon, but I can see you doing the exact same thing in foreign missions - on some awesome cool Indonesian island. Blessings!

  3. I recently had a table made here in the ME. It can't fit 16+ (although that sounds awesome!) but it does seat 12 comfortably and can do a couple more if there are kids. Make sure you take pictures of the table as you work. Your new home sounds idyllic... I try to do some of those things on my patio but space and dirt are limited. Rejoice in the moments.

  4. There is something special about being greeted by 50 chickens=-)