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Nothing says true love like puppy kisses. And this is Gandalf’s way of showing affection. Not really. This was the evening she was helping me go over my garden layout maps. Mostly her help consists of ensuring the notebook doesn’t suddenly sprint off my desk. And there’s that whole “I’m so cute” thing she has going on. I’ve taken [...] What the back forty looked like in January (and actually, for almost the past two years): And now: We had every intention of leaving the back wild, but last season found that weeds had completely overtaken one berm where wild blackberries were growing (not an easy task), that dog fennel and other weeds were running rampant, making [...] Spent a bit of time outside, the sun on my face, enjoying the fresh air warmed by the magic of a turning season. The carrots went in the frames in early October, as seed, not transplants. By this time, even with the cooler weather, I figured most, if not all, should be completely ready to come [...] The hunt is on for a few chicks of the two legged variety. What, you thought that meant something else? Sickos. We’re trying to find another five or six chicks to go with the lonely girl out back. The group with which we ordered the chickens last year don’t need any more, got rid of theirs because [...] There are some things you really can’t tell a thing about until you pull one out of the ground. A parsnip, for instance. Coming along nicely. Another month-ish, and this batch should be ready to pull completely. I have some seed soaking for the next round, to be planted tomorrow. Along with the potatoes and peanuts. [...] We lost another chicken last week. Those of you following our chicken story know we had three at the beginning. One flew the coop, we believe, and got taken or run over. Last week, mom came back inside after heading out to the coop to let the two remaining girls out, and said, “One of [...] Twice, Einstein figured a way into the chicken pen. Both times, I went out to find him cornering one of the poor chickens, who are too docile to peck at him. The first time, a couple of weeks ago, we thought he’d actually killed one of them. She was playing dead, though, trying to get [...] Something that starts with an E. Would you look at that. My money would have been on the fattest one to start laying first, but Quiche beat her to it and gave us this perfect little egg this evening. Because it was the first, of course we had to take a look at it. Perfect yolk. And thankfully, no aliens [...] Wasn’t me. Didn’t do it. There are some very important lessons to be learned in life. How to drink from the massive water dish out back. Having a big brother show how it’s done is helpful. Because you never know when thirst will hit you. Staying out of the way of the Princess. She is, after all, the Princess. But most of all, how [...] |
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