Joanna Gaines is my spirit animal.

10:09 PM

So here's the thing...

I grew up a country girl.  I lived outside the city limits, where I spent the majority of my childhood climbing trees, catching frogs and lightning bugs, and waiting impatiently for my grandma's baby chicks to hatch.  I also frequently pretended to either be an Indian or a dog, but that's a story for another time.

Luckily I grew out of my tomboy ways, but the desire to have my own land, my own little flock of animals, and my love for old houses never faded.  The last few years, my husband and I have lived in neighborhoods inside the city limits.  It's great when you enjoy being social and meeting neighbors and chatting about children and what all that brings.  But that's just not me.  I want to dig in the dirt and watch my flowers grow.  I want to sit outside at dusk and only hear the sound of frogs and cicadas singing their night song.  I want to feed and nurture a ragtag assortment of animals, each with their own unique personality.  So, when I saw a run down house, perched atop a little hill, and outside the city limits....I was smitten.

She's a hot mess, if I'm being completely honest.  The siding is falling off.  The roof needs replacing.  The kitchens and bathrooms are gut jobs.  And the room that will be the living area? It currently has concrete floors.  But I can see what she is on the inside.  Her bones are strong.  She's been through a lot, but she's survived.  And her potential is incredible.  I can't leave her there, to waste away to nothing.  And I most certainly can't let her be turned into something she's not.  It's my job to clean her up and make her beautiful again, to throw open the windows and let life flow back inside those dusty rooms.

So the main thing to cover first is: Where did the blog and future farm name come from?

The footprint of the house, and what we've gathered from the aerial views or the original structure (which was built in 1900!!), is that of a dogtrot design.  The original house was roughly a square, with two rooms on each side and split down the middle by a wide hallway.  Dogtrot -or possum trot if you want to get real country- had an open porch connecting two cabins or a wide hallway with the rooms to the sides.  This was to allow the doors to be opened and a breeze to flow down the hallway, thus cooling the house.  Pretty smart idea for the pre-air conditioned houses of the South.  We are a resourceful people.

Welcome to Dogtrot Farm!

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  1. I love your writing and your outlook, Lauren. I think we lose something very important the farther away we get from digging in the ground and growing plants and animals. I can't wait to read more of this journey.