Home at Last!

Home at Last!

We’re home! We arrived in Reserve, NM on January 25. Altogether the trip took 5 days and 4 nights. Most of our hotel stays were moldy in the bathrooms and just added more insult to injury with regards to my health. One of the hotel stays was so bad that we had to flee at 6:00 am because my breathing was so labored that I couldn’t stop coughing and sneezing.

We are located about 12 miles south of the main town of Reserve. Our house is a tiny little adobe building with two bedrooms and open area where there is a kitchen, dining area, and living room. We were amazed that we could fit all our stuff into this little structure. We had to get creative with the space in order to make it work, but it’s coming along nicely.

I thought I would give a picture tour of the property and at a later date, when our house is fully set up, I’ll give a little tour of the interior. We still have pictures to hang, more clothes to unpack, and shelves to hang.

Sometime in the future we’ll probably paint as well, but for now, because I’m still recovering it wouldn’t be wise for us to paint. The chemicals would affect my lungs too much. This little adobe place is a landing of sorts. It’s a mold free environment for me to heal, and as we get to know the area, locate a place where we can build our house. Our hope is that we can build very close to where we are at right now.

The house we want to build would be completely non-electric. That means no solar or alternative power either. It’s fine for in the buildings we’re using for our coffee business and other exciting plans we have, but our home will be built with no electricity. I’ll touch upon that subject at a later time.

So, where do we live? We live on a 40-acre plot of land that has three spring fed ponds (stocked with fish) in the Gila National Forest. We are at an elevation of 5,700 and we are surrounded by astonishing beauty, amazing rock outcroppings, canyons, evergreens, grasses, and wild game. The water here is crystal clear and tastes like heaven.

Just a week ago, I couldn’t walk more than a few minutes without sitting down, and I needed a nap at mid-day or lay down for a short period of time because I would become too dizzy to stand, and now one week later not only can I walk without running out of breath, but I can walk a whole block, as well as walk to the ponds. The first pond is directly behind our house up a little hill. Because of that hill, you don’t even know the pond is there. The first pond spills over and travels to the second pond, and then to the third pond. I have not made it as far as the second pond, but in the next week I know I’ll be able to accomplish that as well. I’m trying not to push myself too hard.

I’m so excited about these ponds. They are pure poetry.

In looking at it from an aerial view, it’s easier to see the vast beauty of the 40 acres. Over the next year, I’ll be planning out the different zones surrounding the riparian areas. Then observing the best way to utilize the land for orchards, gardens, and market gardens. It’s such a big project that it will take years to complete. I feel beyond blessed to have this land to cultivate.

Our county has a very large population of elk. The elk outnumber people and can be a nuisance or downright destructive in agricultural systems. I was so excited to see the first 10 acres being prepped for elk fencing. We don’t have a date yet on when the fencing will be installed…and I was so thrilled to see the tractor out there today!

There is a cute little greenhouse and a few garden plots that looked like there were tyme and other herbs growing maybe last year.

Here is another exciting area. Behind the cottonwood tree is the wood structure that will become our coffee roastery.

Here is a close-up shot. It’s just a stick built shed. The whole building, including any additions we put onto it will be done in salvaged very old doors and windows, and the walls will be infilled with straw-light-clay. The coffee roaster will be a cob/stone hearth, and the coffee will be wood fire roasted. I will be talking with the people who made my coffee drum about making a 20-30 pound drum custom for our new roasting hearth. Our inspiration for roasting coffee this way comes from Summermoon wood fired coffee. Below is a photo of their roaster. Ours will be similar in many ways.

The building will have very little power coming to it, and off the side of the building will be the art studio I need for creating the different products we sell for Buffalo Mountain Coffee Roasting Company.

I roasted our first few batches of coffee on February 1, and after a few roasts, I was able to get a feel for what it will be like to roast in the high desert. Altitude can affect how coffee is roasted, so I wanted to make sure I could get it consistent with how I roasted when we lived in West Virginia.

Our Etsy shop for our coffee company is now open for business if anyone is interested in buying coffee. Click here to visit our Etsy shop. 

I will be working on Buffalo Mountain’s website to offer coffee for sale there as well, it was just a low priority last year while we were building our business.

Okay, back to our little tour…

Here’s a cool little building that is right next to the roastery. At first, we thought it might be something we would want to restore and make our home, but after seeing that it is so close to the access road for the pond, we felt it would be better served as a bait and vermiculture area. Worms baby! I think it would be a great area to sell worms since people love to come fishing at the pond.

It’s in rough shape, but it’s dry inside. It just needs a little TLC and a torch. Haha, no, just the TLC and a roof.

And no, it’s not haunted.

You might be tempted to think that it’s just termites holding hands, but under that weathered wood is plastered walls. 😉

Our house is heated by a tiny little woodstove. It does a pretty good job of keeping us warm at night. We also have two propane heaters, but we don’t use them often.

This gorgeous creature showed up and is such a great outside companion for Simmi. We’re allergic to cats, so it was nice to see him show up and hang out with us. There are three other cats as well, but they don’t stick around like he does. Simmi named him Fluffy Lucky.

There is also a gorgeous beautifully natured dog that comes around. Her name is Whisper and her person is a contractor who works in town a lot. She tags along with him, and comes to hang out with me when I’m roasting coffee. She got her name because she doesn’t make a sound. No barking. She’s like the perfect dog.

Life is good here! We are settling in, making a life for ourselves here, and enjoying the beauty of New Mexico once again. It’s good to be home.

Our House has Sold

Our House has Sold

It finally happened! This past week we closed on our house in New Mexico. It has been a long road of negotiations, concessions, ups, downs, and even disappointments. But at least it sold.

Our house was a labor of love and the place that we called home for five years of our lives. It became the anchor after years of shuffling between houses due to mold and illness, and the cycle of being jobless that would follow my illnesses because Dom needed to stay home and care for me.

This was the home Simone spoke her first real words in and engaged in her first real conversations when she was five years old. It was the place she could play outside and feel free to explore, dig, catch butterflies, and discover new bugs. She planted flowers, harvested vegetables with me, and even helped care for animals.

Our home was a dream realized, homesteading made real. It was the place where we would spend hours planning gardens, finding creative ways to collect resources, and then dreaming even bigger.

This house was a mold free environment that helped facilitate my healing, making it possible for me to return to the east coast.

Our home was an arena of debates, arguments, discussions, misunderstandings, anger, turmoil, stress, and at times confounding sadness. It was the place where my relationship with my father ended. Living fatherless when your father is still alive is not easy. But God has always been good to me, lavishing on me His Love, so in this I take comfort.

This house was also a place of absolute bliss, warmth, love, family get togethers, holidays, forgiveness, joy, empathy, and unrelenting optimism.

Our home was the birthplace of Luna Hill. The chronicles of our lives that I’ve kept for the last five years. Does it contain everything? No way. We live very private lives, but I guess the parts that I don’t feel are private, seem intimate to many, and I’ve developed fond friendships and close relationships with a number of readers through the years as a result of this blog.

We had a collection of over 60 ducks, 30 chickens, 2 pigs, 1 dog, 2 rabbits, and 15 turkeys.

We planted an ambitious variety of fruit trees and gardens to create an oasis in the desert that has endured even with us moving away and no longer tending to the trees. The passive infrastructure in place now will continue to harvest water on its own for many years to come with very little for the new owners to do.

Will the new owners appreciate what we did? I don’t know. They may rip it all out if that is their choice, but if they observe for a long while, they will see the wisdom of never needing to water the trees on their new property. If they do happen to start watering them, the trees may actually die. It took a few years of disciplined watering to get the trees to grow roots down deep instead of the roots growing horizontally. My hope is that the new owners see why this is important in the desert.

Our land became a place potlucks, fresh organic produce, and some of the most beautiful fruits and vegetables we’ve ever grown.

It was an amazing home. It still is!

Blood, sweat, tears, laughter, countless hours rehabbing the house, all the money invested in making the house actually livable…it was worth it.

We’ve closed yet another chapter in our lives, and we are currently writing a new chapter.