The time I got teary-eyed picking up trash…


Yesterday was one of those days that just felt good. The weather was nice, the kids spent the morning watching Princess Sophia while I worked in my robe. We had an early lunch. We all worked really hard to clean  the whole house and yard, the babies took naps, and then we all went to visit Dad while he was working on building our house. 

I haven’t been able to help much on the house project. I don’t really drive backhoes or dump trucks. I have no idea how to run utilities, and I’m pretty useless when it comes to digging a basement hole. Thomas likes it when we come to visit though and the kids love being there and playing/helping/exploring. I normally tend to the chickens, keep an eye on Paul (the overly helpful two-year-old), and often I camp out on our picnic quilt and read a book while the little people play. I like to lay the quilt where last years overgrown grass has died and fallen over. It’s like sitting in a soft nest and is the absolutely perfect place to read with the sun on your face.

Saturday I wanted to help. The baby was in a good mood so I strapped him in my carrier, found a giant trash bag and decided to help by picking up trash that has been strewn all over the property. Years worth of trash has collected in the fence rows, our own chicken feed bags have been sitting in a tub all winter long, and there was lots of trash in the gravel that Thomas brought in (which he pulled out and stuck in piles).


My forever helpful and happy Henry wanted to join in so him, Graham strapped to my chest, and I walked all over picking up garbage, finding bugs, talking, enjoying the sunshine, and just enjoying time spent on our land. As I walked the fence row I could smell the warm grass mixed with sagebrush and I got teary.

I was home.

I’ve always been a bit of a nester and Thomas and I have worked hard to improve every apartment/house/place we have lived. I have spent years improving and better things that I left behind, over and over again. This day, I spent time bettering something that was mine and was going to stay mine. This project, this land, this dream is so much more than a house.

We are building a home and we are building our future.

Little by little our dreams are coming true and it’s so satisfying.


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I have a lot going on, and I’d much rather spend my time enjoying my messes than fretting about what I’m going to make for dinner. Over the past few years, I’ve nailed down a few strategies that helped me keep my kitchen running like a well-oiled machine, so I started Bless This Mess to help other mess-loving parents solve the nightly dinner delimma—no stress, no drama, just really great food your whole family will love. Read more...

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Bless This Mess - About Me

I’m Melissa, and I want to help you feed your family wholesome food.

As a hobby farmer and mom of five, I’m all about keeping it simple in the kitchen. I want healthy meals that feed my family well, and then I want to get back to my (messy) life. Let’s work together to find something yummy for your dinner table.