My name is Lisa, and I’m a single mama of two awesome girls, an artist and illustrator, wildlife biologist, lover of all animals (cute and fluffy, slimy and scaly, venomous or non-venomous and especially creepy crawly), environmentalist, minimalist and tiny house dweller. A few years ago, my family sold off and donated all of the belongings in our 2600 square foot house, bought a 130 square foot tiny house on wheels and moved to a mountain in Asheville, North Carolina. Big changes! I work from my home studio as a self-employed artist, and I’m working on becoming an organic fruit and nut orchard owner.
I have always been a veggie eatin’, nature lovin’, recyclin’ kind of girl. I was raised that way. My Mom always took the natural route when possible. My parents had a good sized garden in our backyard in North Carolina when I was little, and my Mom canned and preserved our food. My parents allowed my brother and I to choose and grow our own flowers as border plants for the garden. I always chose sunflowers, and my brother chose marigolds. I loved that garden. My mouth is watering just thinking about freshly picked green beans, steamed until they are barely crispy, or big juicy tomatoes with a little salt sprinkled on them. Yum!
I also loved running around in the woods behind our house all day long. We could run, for what seemed like miles to me, without my Mom having to worry if someone was going to snatch us. We went on great adventures back in those woods. I remember exploring hilly trails and deep, cavernous pits, climbing trees, and making it all the way to the lake that was hidden back there. We thought that was a great feat! That’s where my bug obsession first started too. I would sit in our backyard and watch the flying insects and turn rocks over to see what was underneath. And I especially loved bumble bees 🙂
Lately, I have been obsessed with our food, and a lot more concerned than I have ever been in the past about our environment. Monsanto, GMOs, pesticides on everything, hormones in our meat and dairy, cancer causing preservatives, Colony Collapse Disorder, plastic in bread, arsenic in chicken feed and toxic coloring agents in everything. How about PBAs, the Great Pacific Garbage Patch, deforestation, parabens, fracking and flouride poisoning our water supply? And don’t get me started on the pharmaceutical industry! It literally keeps me up at night. I don’t want my girls consuming and coming into contact with this stuff. And I don’t want to keep contributing to the ruination of our beautiful earth.
I want to change the way we live, spend more time out in nature, grow our own food, and live sustainably and independently, free of debt with more time to spend with my children. I also want my kids to experience the things I got to experience when I was little, not just on their summer vacations, but daily. This is the reason we are on this journey.
This is 17 year old Adelaide…born on the 4th of July, my little firecracker with liquid copper colored hair. She is named after my wild and crazy grandmother, who was very special to me. Her favorite holiday was the 4th of July, and she would throw parties, decorate her entire beach house in red, white and blue and dress as the Statue of Liberty. She always wanted a redheaded grandbaby (she got a redheaded great grandbaby instead…and on the 4th of July at that!), so the name is quite appropriate in many ways. Adelaide loves creative writing, and she has won two county wide awards for her pieces. It’s her senior year of high school, and she is off to college next year (whaaaa 🙁 ). She aspires to be a child psychiatrist.
This is 7 year old Hazy. She is a tomboy with a great sense of humor. She loves gaming, exploring nature and creekin’. She’s a homebody and asks crazy intelligent questions about how the world works. Her favorite things ever are dragons and Minecraft, and her art skills are A-mazing. She has grown up in the Bumbleshack and was potty trained on a composting toilet.
This is Hank the Tank, who we adopted from a lady who could no longer keep him. I was in love with Hank at first sight. He is HUGE (over 150 pounds) and furry with the biggest head I have ever seen. We were told he was a purebred Golden Retriever, but we think he may be part Bernese Mountain dog, Newfoundland or Great Pyrenees because of his immense size. He is sweet, calm, good-natured, great with the cats and the kids, and one loud, mean sounding guard dog. He has extreme separation anxiety, and he HATES anything that has a motor on it, including boats and aircraft, and he barks at the overpasses on the interstate. We think he is about 11 years old, which is gettin’ up there in large breed years. He loves to sleep in his Sissy’s bed.
This is Coby (aka Little Batman, although he is not so little anymore!). It was $20 day at the shelter, and I said, “Let’s go rescue us a cat!” He was so tiny! About as big as my two hands tightly cupped together. We had to foster him for a few weeks because he was too young to adopt, only about 4 or 5 weeks old, JUST weaned. He was the feistiest one of his litter, and we all fell in love. When we brought him home, he was always attached to me. He slept on my neck, chest, at my feet or right next to me every night. I couldn’t even go to the bathroom alone. He would howl outside. And I was afraid to leave him home alone. He was so small that I thought he would disappear into a crack in our old house. He still sleeps right next to me each night. I love that cat, despite the fact that he broke my favorite glass sculpture while in spaz mode.
And finally we have the kitty brothers, Aslan and Caspian, named for the characters from The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis, of course. We didn’t really intend to walk out of the shelter with TWO cats, but we couldn’t bear to separate the two remaining siblings from their litter.
Aslan, or Azzie, is my wild one. He personifies the term “fraidy cat” and runs as fast as he can into the loft when a vehicle comes up the driveway or a stranger walks into the house. I watched him duck under the windowsill in fear when a tiny songbird outside darted in his direction. For some reason, he can’t stand when I am working in the kitchen…he chirps at me and jumps on me, trying to get me to give him some affection. Every single time I stand in the kitchen. I don’t know if this is some sort of anxiety or just his desire for affection, but either way, I’ll take it.
And Caspian, or Cass, is a floofy, sweet snuggle bug. His long gray and white hair is the softest I’v ever felt, and he loves to sleep and cuddle. He and Coby like to curl up together during the daytime. He is the oddest shaped cat! He is long with super short legs, like a dachsund, and his paws are huge. I can never get good photos of him because even when he’s awake, his eyes are half closed.
So that’s the Bumbleshack crew!