If the kids come down in the morning…
Posted on | June 20, 2012 | 6 Comments
….while you are sipping coffee and watching the morning news, they will want to watch cartoons. When you tell them no and make them watch the news, they’ll see the weather report. If they see the weather is going to be 94 degrees with high humidity, they’ll want to do something inside in the air conditioning.
If they need something to do inside, you’ll need to take them to the art museum in the big city.
Pruning.
Posted on | June 15, 2012 | 7 Comments
Well, I’m sure this comes as a big surprise, but the garden chores got away from me a little bit. Not through any fault on my part, of course. Mainly it happened because we have been doing this:
- Helping to shear Ramses, the UNC mascot.
It is Done.
Posted on | June 14, 2012 | 9 Comments
Today was Papa Pig’s last day with us.
Since he began going through 50lb bags of feed every 4 or 5 days, his time with us started coming to a close. According to my sewing tape (and some odd calculations I found on the internet) he measured out at 243.34 lbs a couple weeks ago. Which meant the preparations for his final days were started. Read more
Beach Day.
Posted on | June 10, 2012 | 4 Comments
Is there anything better than a day at the beach….
when the water is crystal clear (so you can see the sharks before they see you)….
They’re Here! They’re Here!
Posted on | June 10, 2012 | 3 Comments
Tomatoes and cukes in the garden today!
Can I get an “Hallelujah”?
What’s it worth to you?
Posted on | June 5, 2012 | 7 Comments
Everything has a value. Which isn’t necessarily what something costs in the store. After all, the seeds for these newly sprouted annuals and perennials were only $1 per pack.
But by the time I used the hoe to remove all the weeds from the new flower bed, Middle carried over buckets of compost to amend the soil, Pretty gradually worked her way down the row pressing in the endless packs of seeds, and Little pushed in 80 feet of border fencing to protect everything from being trampled by the guineas, those seeds were a bit more valuable. Certainly valuable enough that we didn’t want to let them wither and die when the rains from Beryl dried up. Read more
Which is better….
Posted on | May 30, 2012 | 5 Comments
…when you write a post for your blog…or when your friends simply hand you the material to write a post for your blog?
I think we all know the answer to that one.
The following text was written by me. But the photos were provided by Lisa and Brook. Because I don’t get off the farm often enough to find pictures like these ones. Which leads us to another question….
Which is worse….
accidental misspelling:
or purposeful misspelling?
I really cannot decide.
We don’t see those kind of signs around here. Primarily because the goats and tomatoes cannot spell (and the kids leave the caps off the markers so they are always dried up). Of course, I don’t think these people can spell either. Perhaps someone should take their markers away.
Out With The Old And In With The New.
Posted on | May 29, 2012 | 4 Comments
The time is finally here.
The spring crops, like the lettuce and snap peas, have slowed to being harvested a handful at a time. And the summer crops, like zucchini and squash, need a basket to be carried up.
The pansies are drooping next to the wild abandon of the petunias….
….and cowering at the feet of the glorious lilies. They know their days are numbered.
Of course, the onset of the real heat also means the approach of tropical storms, such as Beryl….
….the necessity of the upstairs air conditioner unit to break and begin leaking through the ceiling into a pot protecting the wood floors…
….and, GASP, holy crap, could it be?….the beginning of swim suit season????!!!!
No picture necessary. You can thank me later.
Welcome, summer.
I guess.
Lawn Mowers.
Posted on | May 25, 2012 | 9 Comments
Cheap and Reliable
Well, I cannot tell a lie. The potatoes did it. The potatoes broke Cheap and Reliable. Two years ago we purchased Cheap and Reliable when I had several (meaning multiple, many, perhaps weekly) fits about the lawn tractor always breaking down, resulting in the lawn never getting mowed, and insisted on a lawn mower. I wanted a lawn mower because:
1: The lawn tractor was not Reliable and was never Cheap to fix.
2. I felt I could mow the lawn by hand with a lawn mower without worrying about running over a child that approached without warning. With a lawn tractor, I wasn’t so sure. And despite the fact that the kids can be annoying at times, I don’t really want to run one over with a 250 pound tractor and a sharp, quickly rotating blade. Not most days, anyway. Although there was that incident with the Slurpee in the back seat of the car….
3. Since I was afraid to use the tractor while watching the kids, and since I was always watching the kids, I was dependent upon Someone Else to mow using the tractor. Someone Else is a fickle completer of chores. Someone Else tends to be Somewhere Else doing Something Else when you need the lawn mowed. That’s just the nature of Someone Else.
4. I had already tried and failed at using those ridiculous reel mowers that are environmentally friendly and have never been known to cut off the limbs of children. You can get reel mowers through freecycle almost any day of the week. That’s because people would rather give them away for free than continue huffing and puffing around in their yard, pushing that heavy thing, and watching it just roll over the grass instead of actually cutting it. Most of the manuals make note of the fact that reel mowers are best for small yards and that you must push the mower at a relatively fast pace for effective cutting. By small they must mean as big as your kitchen table and by fast I think they mean at the speed of a freaking engine. You know, like the engine included on a real lawn mower. Read more
Mother’s Day.
Posted on | May 23, 2012 | 4 Comments
Well, some of us put in the hours on Mother’s Day. Not me. But some of us.
Cookie Dough hatched out her ducklings.
Which is a good thing. Because we were almost out of hay. And we couldn’t bring in new hay until somebody got her nest out of the last remaining hay roll. Which wasn’t as much of a roll as a small pile of picked over stems being guarded by an easily agitated and unnecessarily vicious broody duck.
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