I am trying to write bilingual posts now. Each paragraphs will be translated instantly from English to French. I find it easier that way.
Mes posts seront bilingues maintenant, ce sera plus simple comme cela.
So, as you guys know, we have troubles with the zoning of the MRC. We tried everything: talking to people, trying to argue, talk to the politicians, the news, even puppies eyes --- nothing worked. And well, even if in some areas we have made contacts and we raised a warning signal, we can't pretend to stay here, work on that place, invest tons of money if it's to leave. MRC opinion is stuck in a piece of concrete. "urban" zones (I still can believe they call us urban, I am looking at the window right now and the first thing I see is a pick up truck in a cornfield near a John Deere tractor ...) are meant to be urban and odor/noise/animals free.
Donc, comme vous le savez déjà. nous avons de la difficulté avec le zonage absolument ridicule de la MRC. Nous avons tout essayé, on a parlé aux médias, aux politiciens, on a essayé de faire valoir notre point, on a même fait les yeux doux! Rien n'a vraiment fonctionné. Et bon, même si au niveau de la politique on a fait quelques pas en avant, il nous est pratiquement impossible de rester ici. Si on se met à tout rénover à coup de dizaine de milliers de dollars et qu'après coup on se fait dire de partir, c'est pas super. L'opinion de la MRC est coulée dans le béton, les zones urbaines (j'en reviens toujours pas qu'on parle d'urbanisme alors que nous sommes entourés de mais!) doivent être exemptes d'odeurs, de bruits et d'animaux ...
So, we've decided to check for other places. We found one. Here it is :
http://www.remax-quebec.com/fr/inscription/C/10702516.rmx?source=centris
Alors nous avons décidé de regarder ailleurs et nous avons trouvé, la voici:
http://www.remax-quebec.com/fr/inscription/C/10702516.rmx?source=centris
We are going to move as soon as the house in Drummondville will be sold as our offer has been accepted last Sunday.
Nous allons déménager dès que nous aurons vendu notre maison de Drummondville, notre offre à été accepté dimanche passé.
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Twist of fate
I believe at lot that everything happens for a reason.
Today I've got a big big day, tons to do, busy like a bee.
As I was passing by the Ressourcerie (the place where I buy my stuff to rebuild the house) I had a urge to go there. What for? I thought, I mean, the work is in hiatus, we don't even know what would become of the Coquelicots ...
Don't bother my inner voice said, just go there.
So I did, I went there, checked things around and then I heard a man and a woman talking vividly, the man was talking homecanning.
I smiled, someone like us, it exists!!!
Without thinking of it, I said that I too was canning.
We start to talked and suddenly I recognize him. It's Michel Beauchamp, you know, I talked to you guys about him and his wife who had to fight to keep their front yard garden up and working.
We talked together and with the woman from the Ressourcerie who is a lovely lady. We talked, we shared, I had the rare impression that my word weren't vain.
When I went back to my car, I told myself :
I have the right.
I have the right to fight for what's mine and for what I believe in.
I have the right to be different
I have to stop thinking that we are wrong and that no one will help us in that.
In short, we will fight!
Raise your pitchforks my friends!
Today I've got a big big day, tons to do, busy like a bee.
As I was passing by the Ressourcerie (the place where I buy my stuff to rebuild the house) I had a urge to go there. What for? I thought, I mean, the work is in hiatus, we don't even know what would become of the Coquelicots ...
Don't bother my inner voice said, just go there.
So I did, I went there, checked things around and then I heard a man and a woman talking vividly, the man was talking homecanning.
I smiled, someone like us, it exists!!!
Without thinking of it, I said that I too was canning.
We start to talked and suddenly I recognize him. It's Michel Beauchamp, you know, I talked to you guys about him and his wife who had to fight to keep their front yard garden up and working.
We talked together and with the woman from the Ressourcerie who is a lovely lady. We talked, we shared, I had the rare impression that my word weren't vain.
When I went back to my car, I told myself :
I have the right.
I have the right to fight for what's mine and for what I believe in.
I have the right to be different
I have to stop thinking that we are wrong and that no one will help us in that.
In short, we will fight!
Raise your pitchforks my friends!
Le destin ...
(don't panic dear English friends, the same version of that text will be posted too)
Je crois beaucoup au destin. Comme si parfois un petit ange interne nous guidait.
J'avais une journée de fou aujourd'hui mais vraiment. Je devais faire un tas de choses et j'avais la tête pleine. Par contre, en passant devant la rue Toupin, je me suis dit que je devais aller à la Ressourcerie Transition ... pour y faire quoi pensais-je? Les travaux sont en suspend, on ne sait plus quoi faire de nos vies ou du moins, on ne sait plus ce qui va arriver ...
Pas grave vas-y pareil que ma petite régie interne m'a dit.
J'entre, je farfouine comme je fais tout le temps et soudain j'entends une conversation.
Un homme, discute avec une passion hors du commun de conserves.
Je souris, mon dieu, ça existe.
Spontanément je lui dis que je partage sa bonne humeur vu que moi aussi je canne! :)
Puis soudain je le reconnais, telle une groupie, c'est Michel Beauchamp, vous savez, j'en ai déjà parlé, ces braves gens de St-Charles de Drummond qui ont dû se battre pour leur potager de façade.
On se met à parler, j'entends un écho, un voix commune, ça résonne, c'est beau. Je n'ai pas l'impression de parler dans le vide. Ce que je lui dit, il le sait, il le comprend, il le vit.
Je vous passe détails de la rencontre, qui m'a aussi permis de rencontrer la directrice de la Ressourcerie qui est une femme charmante mais en tous les cas, quand je suis entrée dans mon véhicule je me suis dit:
J'ai le droit.
J'ai le droit de me battre.
J'ai le droit d'être marginale.
Je dois arrêter de penser que j'ai tort de vivre la vie que je mène, si ça se trouve j'ai raison.
En fait, le plus important, je ne suis pas marginale, je vis.
Bref, je vais me battre! Les animaux, la terre, c'est la vie.
D'ici là je vous invite à venir voir la conférence à la ressoucerie transition le 2 juin à 10h00.
Et de lire ceci: http://www.journalexpress.ca/Actualites/2013-05-23/article-3257822/Les-jardiniers-urbains-Josee-Landry-et-Michel-Beauchamp-tres-en-demande/1
À vos fourches! Prêts? Cultivez!
Je crois beaucoup au destin. Comme si parfois un petit ange interne nous guidait.
J'avais une journée de fou aujourd'hui mais vraiment. Je devais faire un tas de choses et j'avais la tête pleine. Par contre, en passant devant la rue Toupin, je me suis dit que je devais aller à la Ressourcerie Transition ... pour y faire quoi pensais-je? Les travaux sont en suspend, on ne sait plus quoi faire de nos vies ou du moins, on ne sait plus ce qui va arriver ...
Pas grave vas-y pareil que ma petite régie interne m'a dit.
J'entre, je farfouine comme je fais tout le temps et soudain j'entends une conversation.
Un homme, discute avec une passion hors du commun de conserves.
Je souris, mon dieu, ça existe.
Spontanément je lui dis que je partage sa bonne humeur vu que moi aussi je canne! :)
Puis soudain je le reconnais, telle une groupie, c'est Michel Beauchamp, vous savez, j'en ai déjà parlé, ces braves gens de St-Charles de Drummond qui ont dû se battre pour leur potager de façade.
On se met à parler, j'entends un écho, un voix commune, ça résonne, c'est beau. Je n'ai pas l'impression de parler dans le vide. Ce que je lui dit, il le sait, il le comprend, il le vit.
Je vous passe détails de la rencontre, qui m'a aussi permis de rencontrer la directrice de la Ressourcerie qui est une femme charmante mais en tous les cas, quand je suis entrée dans mon véhicule je me suis dit:
J'ai le droit.
J'ai le droit de me battre.
J'ai le droit d'être marginale.
Je dois arrêter de penser que j'ai tort de vivre la vie que je mène, si ça se trouve j'ai raison.
En fait, le plus important, je ne suis pas marginale, je vis.
Bref, je vais me battre! Les animaux, la terre, c'est la vie.
D'ici là je vous invite à venir voir la conférence à la ressoucerie transition le 2 juin à 10h00.
Et de lire ceci: http://www.journalexpress.ca/Actualites/2013-05-23/article-3257822/Les-jardiniers-urbains-Josee-Landry-et-Michel-Beauchamp-tres-en-demande/1
À vos fourches! Prêts? Cultivez!
Thursday, April 25, 2013
The whole story
We wanted this farm so bad.
It was the perfect place. Close to Martin's work, close to mine. Great neighbours. Of course the place needed major renovations but we bought it for 100K so that was easy to rebuild.
There was 4 acres, great place to farm.
When we bought or some days before we signed, we phoned the town hall to gather info:
"Can we have animals?"
"Of course, you are in an agricultural zoning, you do what you want on that matter"
This weekend I've been offered a Jersey.
As a good citizen, we called the town hall asking them about the legal dimension for our potential new barn.
"why do you want a barn?" they asked
"to put our Jersey in" we said
"but you have no right to have animals" they said.
WHAT ?!!!
We've been to the town hall 4 times since. There is nothing we can do.
In Quebec, there are the town hall laws, and then the MRC laws (MRC stands for Regional county municipality) in the town hall books we are legal, but not in the MRC's ones and of course, the MRC is stronger than the town hall. The MRC says that no one can have new animal raising units in the U zone. The U zone ends on the right side of my property.
So now we are in a dead end.
Our house in town isn't sold yet.
We have a house on the countryside that needs major renovation and can't be sell that way.
But we have to move and have a place for the chickens, rabbits, cats and quails we have asap.
But there is no way the bank will authorize a mortgage with those things in our pockets.
Of course, the girl at the town hall always said she never said that.
I also bought that house though an attorney, never did she mentionned that.
"she must haven't known that law" said the girl at the town hall.
Why us?
It was the perfect place. Close to Martin's work, close to mine. Great neighbours. Of course the place needed major renovations but we bought it for 100K so that was easy to rebuild.
There was 4 acres, great place to farm.
When we bought or some days before we signed, we phoned the town hall to gather info:
"Can we have animals?"
"Of course, you are in an agricultural zoning, you do what you want on that matter"
This weekend I've been offered a Jersey.
As a good citizen, we called the town hall asking them about the legal dimension for our potential new barn.
"why do you want a barn?" they asked
"to put our Jersey in" we said
"but you have no right to have animals" they said.
WHAT ?!!!
We've been to the town hall 4 times since. There is nothing we can do.
In Quebec, there are the town hall laws, and then the MRC laws (MRC stands for Regional county municipality) in the town hall books we are legal, but not in the MRC's ones and of course, the MRC is stronger than the town hall. The MRC says that no one can have new animal raising units in the U zone. The U zone ends on the right side of my property.
So now we are in a dead end.
Our house in town isn't sold yet.
We have a house on the countryside that needs major renovation and can't be sell that way.
But we have to move and have a place for the chickens, rabbits, cats and quails we have asap.
But there is no way the bank will authorize a mortgage with those things in our pockets.
Of course, the girl at the town hall always said she never said that.
I also bought that house though an attorney, never did she mentionned that.
"she must haven't known that law" said the girl at the town hall.
Why us?
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
We have been refused all ...
Even chickens.
Our dream just gone to dust.
I don't know how I will survive that news.
Our dream just gone to dust.
I don't know how I will survive that news.
Monday, April 22, 2013
Track and Field
I feel like we are running on a field of track and field.
Running for our life, trying to make ourselves a life here but with tons of obstacles on the way.
This is what I was trying to explain to my cousin Gabriel this weekend.
Having a project like ours is very very hard where we live.
Turns out that this weekend we have been offered a Jersey calf by my uncle.
I was delighted. Cautious, Martin phoned the village administration to make sure everything was in order and to talk about another project.
We are in a place where it's zoned "business and farm" Farm on one side, business on the other. To our surprise even if our place is zoned farm, we can't have a cow or a pig, as it is "too close" to the other houses ... or we can but the girl from the town hall talked about calculation and stuff ...
---- Sigh ----
I mean geez why keeping it that way if it's impossible to do? We need that zoning if we want to go on with our project.
So many rules, so many burdens, so many restrictions.
Running for our life, trying to make ourselves a life here but with tons of obstacles on the way.
This is what I was trying to explain to my cousin Gabriel this weekend.
Having a project like ours is very very hard where we live.
Turns out that this weekend we have been offered a Jersey calf by my uncle.
I was delighted. Cautious, Martin phoned the village administration to make sure everything was in order and to talk about another project.
We are in a place where it's zoned "business and farm" Farm on one side, business on the other. To our surprise even if our place is zoned farm, we can't have a cow or a pig, as it is "too close" to the other houses ... or we can but the girl from the town hall talked about calculation and stuff ...
---- Sigh ----
I mean geez why keeping it that way if it's impossible to do? We need that zoning if we want to go on with our project.
So many rules, so many burdens, so many restrictions.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
I am not dead!
I am not dead, things are going "better" ...
... and tomorrow I get a year older!
Sweet, "sweet" 34!
Stay tuned!
... and tomorrow I get a year older!
Sweet, "sweet" 34!
Stay tuned!
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