Two days in the life last week, by the numbers: 48 hours. 13 sleeping. 10.5 at work. More time from home reading, writing, and answering emails. 4 hours on my bike (28 miles). 7 or more hours shoveling wood chip mulch after work (a truckload or two at least? The pile has sort of mushed…Continue Reading “48 hours”
The first Open Studio was a success, and we’ll definitely be doing it again next month! We somehow forgot that it was a holiday weekend until we’d scheduled, but plenty of folks came out anyway. We sold and exchanged some goods and goodies, made some new friends, and perhaps most importantly, made huge headway in…Continue Reading “studio redux”
I just finished taking an online class with Sharon Astyk called “Adapting in Place”. I’d highly recommend it, or any of her classes! Lots of hard questions from Sharon and informative discussions with the other folks in the class. One of the wrap-up prompts was, “What is your dream? What would you want if there…Continue Reading “sweet dreams”
This is the sunrise I woke up to yesterday… I shuffled out to the coop with my coffee, to supervise the dog’s chicken surveillance, and was half tempted to get back in bed with a book for a bit… until I looked up. Whoa. Gorgeous! And, with the distant rumblings, a tad ominous. The top…Continue Reading “Daybreak, Make Haste!”
He totally just grew that way. Grin and all. Ok. Ok, I fess up (lest I sprout a Cyranno-like schnoz-protuberance of my own). I carved the face. The nose was all nature’s work though. Got any garden oddities of your own to share?
Thursday evening, and as the last day’s light was waning I was towing a red kiddie trailer home (aka, The Crap Wagon as it hauls recycling, groceries, farm stuff, and soaps and sundries to market with admirable aplomb for its $20 Maxwell St. lineage). I was huffing into a headwind, heavily loaded for the seven-mile…Continue Reading “Look Sharp”
Still working through that epic-ly optimistic to-do list from Wednesday… there are currently 18 jars (17 pints) of split pea soup with ham in the pressure canner building up steam, and a steaming bowl of goodness in front of me as I type… I think I’m coming down with something (fatigue? grey sky blahs? or just a cold?) and the hot soup with a mug of milky coffee and honey is just the thing. The dishes are done, laundry washed and hanging, and what was hanging is put away. The fresh shellac is drying on the Vicount’s bar tape and twine… still have to locate the original fork somewhere in this cavern of clutter (or perhaps it’s in the shop… shudder) and I’ve started packing up some of my soap and other things for tomorrow as well, and started soaking a batch of sprouts- Alefellow loves them, and we’ve been so spoiled by all the fresh greens from work that I haven’t made any sprouts this winter… until now. I’ve got an hour and a half to kill around here before heading down to work, and will finally make that body balm (the jars are washed and drying on the counter), maybe put a few seeds in some soil, then swing over to check on the chickens, make sure their feed and waterers are full and gather eggs. Good times!
Here’s the recipe I used (more or less) for the pea soup:
Pictures later tonight when the canner cools down!
Stolen (err, reposted) from Casabon’s Book. Thanks, Sharon (yeah, we’re on like, a first name basis… not)!
Yes. It’s a nervous tic, actually. Prepare to laugh.
A backyard snapshot from a few days ago… The hens were thrilled to get some fresh wheat straw to scratch around in (lots of wheat left in those hulls!) and the bees were taking advantage of the unseasonably warm weather to clear dead bees from the hive entrance (I try to help them with this…Continue Reading “The birds and the bees”
A friend of a friend is trying to sell their rowhouse (it’s lovely, but unfortunately a bit snug for their growing family), and sadly, only one of the viewers who has come to see their house so far had considered the palatial chicken coop and run in their postage-stamp backyard a desirable amenity. So, a…Continue Reading “Coop Move”