The footprint of my new barn went in in late July.
36 x 36’…essentially a ‘rubics cube’ in design. 3 dirt floored stalls, a 12 x 36 aisleway, and then 1 stall, a tack room and a feed room. The builder started work before I got approved for the loan from the bank (which later fell through, yikes)…but as with any really exciting creation…it can be difficult to slow down forward motion.
You can see that the second floor hayloft only comes across the aisle way so I can just throw hay over the railing into the stalls. The stalls on this end simply open out to the pasture, have removable dividers so in the summer the whole bay will act as a huge run-in shed.
The roof was up and shingled in 2 days…amazing. The local builder I hired cut all the rafters by hand. Not a single pre-fab item. Was cool to see how it came together.
From this view you can see the central aisleway and the beginnings of the feed and tack rooms.
This was the first week of Sept….getting close now…even have hay in the loft!
I moved in here at 18 Cross Place in Springfield, NH on Tax Day April 17th 2006. The house was pretty new and sat on top of a hill overlooking a 6 acre hayfield. What a great place to start!
This photo was taken from my deck and represents the end of 5 months of hard work. First was the a 12 x 28 run and initial fencing (which simply enclosed the entire field) so Manny and Canon could finally come home with me. I had intended to wait till next year to build a barn, but the universe would not wait and my barn began construction in late July. Two weeks ago stage 2 of my fencing went in (divided the pasture into three areas) and my new baby belgian, Peanut arrived with his mom, Sally (pictured above). A week later, Doc arrived. Doc is Timo’s retired levels horse and I immediately put him in with Mom and baby to help with weaning. I knew I would want to wean Peanut sooner than later, as Sally was a very introverted, skeptical mare and I wanted to limit her influence over Peanut. After all, he was not imprinted, has never been haltered or handled and has never been under a roof except for the short trailer ride to my place. Three days ago, I separated Mom and baby (3 1/2 months old)…not so much as a nicker between them…no stress at all. I left her in view till yesterday, when her owner came and collected her. Peanut was amazingly calm, no theatrics at all…in fact, Doc was more upset at Sally’s departure than Peanut. More evidence to me of how miraculous this whole place feels to me. I now have a herd of four…and a barn nearly completed with 4 stalls and a hayloft packed to the brim with hay. Life is so good…no…it is perfect.
More on Peanut and the barn coming….
Welcome friends! Resting Heart Farm has been in my brain for many years now. It has taken many months, even years for me to come to a place in my own heart where I could manifest this kind of paradise. I owe great thanks to many of you…my family for their support and tolerance…..my friends (Sheila, Monna, Tim, and many others) for believing it would happen even when I was sure it wouldn’t…and my life coach, Brian Reid for pushing my buttons so hard that I could not resist changing. I now find myself in a place, mostly in myself, that continues to blossom, grow…sometimes out of control…because it is something I see clearly in my head and heart. So welcome to my world. I simply hope to share my dream, empower others to create theirs and demonstrate the power of intention.
Life at Resting Heart Farm 