Drunken gardening.
Posted on | March 27, 2012 | 9 Comments
I still remember the day we we started. I remember because my camera dates the pictures when I download them to the laptop. Which is a very handy feature. I think I may start taking pictures of the does and bucks when they are managing their personal business. Sure would help with kidding season. Although the people at snapfish who develop my photos may find it a bit odd.
Anyway.
Here’s the day we soaked the peat pots…
…and planted the seeds.
Please note the usage of egg carton lids as water reservoirs. I accept donated egg cartons from everyone. But I rarely use the 18 egg cartons. Mostly because I am confused about pricing. Should the cost per egg be cheaper because they are buying more eggs? If it’s cheaper won’t everyone want the 18 egg cartons—which I have in limited supply? If I price the eggs the same regardless of amount, since 1 dozen eggs costs $2.50 (or approximately $.20 per egg), that means an 18 egg carton should cost $3.60. Who’s going to make change for that?? And what about the fact that the 18 egg cartons are too wide to fit in the egg carton cabinet, meaning they end up stacked in corners all over the house? Now that I think about it, what sadist even developed 18 egg cartons? Isn’t my life complicated enough as it is?! Read more
Tags: bulbs > daffodils > egg cartons > garden > grass > greenhouse > peat pots > potatoes > rocks > seedlings > seeds > shelves > straw bales > transplants > tulips > wildflowers
Perspective.
Posted on | March 21, 2012 | 8 Comments
Apparently a lot of people don’t like their birthday. I think that’s because they are doing it wrong. Most people think of their birthday as the day that signifies that they are another year older. That’s entirely missing the point. A birthday is a day when you can walk around doing whatever you please while starting almost every sentence with, “Well, alright, since it’s my birthday…” The sentence can end with any of the following:
“…yes, I will sleep in and let you do the barn chores.”
“…I will have dessert and, since you insist, you can pick up the check.”
“…I can meet you for a pedicure even though my last one isn’t chipped yet.”
“…I’d be happy to go to a matinee with you instead of getting the housecleaning done.”
Etc, etc, etc. Choose your favorite ending. That’s my perspective on it.
As a matter of fact, I prefer to celebrate my entire birthday month. Because not everyone is available to spend time with me on the actual anniversary of my birth. And everyone deserves a chance to celebrate with me. Really. I am a lot of fun.
For example, I try to spend a day with the kids doing something we’ve been meaning to do but always put off because we don’t have the time or the money. I do a Tour de Lunch where I spend several afternoons meeting with friends to eat and gossip catch up. In these days of email and smartphones, it is a treat to sit across the table from a friend instead of just reading her status update. And I always spend a long weekend with some girlfriends at the beach, lounging in the hot tub and watching trashy reality TV. Not once, not for a minute, not even for the brief time between sips of raspberry margarita, do I worry about being a year older.
This year, I called up a friend a few days before my birthday. Read more
Automatic Feeder.
Posted on | March 11, 2012 | 9 Comments
It’s not that hard to create a monster. I should know. I do it all the time.
I thought it was cute that Luna knew where the dog biscuits were kept in the pantry. “Oh, look! Luna went to get her own biscuit. Ha ha!” It was actually only cute for the first week. Now, any time you forget to close the pantry door (even if it’s just while trying to unpack the groceries) you see this:
Not so cute anymore. Although, in her defense, with the fashionable IKEA shelves of cinder blocks and boards, she’s probably thinks she’s just in the garage instead of our family food storage area. Read more
iDid it.
Posted on | March 6, 2012 | 10 Comments
The iPad is not so much a modern tool of technology as it is a wedge. A simple old fashioned tool. Used to pry apart every parent and their teenage children.
Ever since Big and Pretty saved up to buy an iPad they have lost all sense of the work ethic, diligence, and family connectedness that enabled them to buy it in the first place. It used to be that if the house was too quiet I went looking for the kids because they were probably devouring mounds of Halloween candy they had been hiding under their bed. Or frantically trying every form of household glue they could find to fix some valuable item that they had broken by playing ball in the house. Or even using every towel in the linen closet to soak up a water experiment gone wrong in the bathroom.
But now, when it’s quiet, I know I will find all 4 of them them holed up in someone’s room, the curtains drawn for better viewing, playing endless rounds of video games. Angry birds, Where’s My Water, and Pocket God. Say whatever you want, but building fine motor control and hand-eye coordination was never really a problem for the generations of kids before video games. And although there are educational games available on iPad, I promise you that your kids are not sneaking around upstairs to play educational games. I mean, the iPad isn’t even spelled correctly. Last time I checked, the capital letter goes at the beginning of a proper noun. Although it’s unlikely that kids have noticed since in their world it is KWL to KIT by TXT, KWIM? Read more
Monday.
Posted on | March 4, 2012 | 11 Comments
Last Monday was a bad day. The kind of day where you drag your comforter downstairs, huddle under it with the kids on the couch, and watch the rain outside the window. While listening to Billie Holiday. With Deep Song on repeat. That kind of bad.
Which meant there was nothing to do on Tuesday but start over. Plus vacuum, mop, and bleach the entire house. Including pulling out the stove to get to that narrow spot between the stove and the counter where the sauce always drips but you pretend you didn’t see it because, really, unless you have a bad Monday, you don’t have the time or energy to clean it. Also, nobody but you knows it’s there (which is the general rule of thumb regarding whether an area needs to be cleaned or not). Read more
Winter Weather Advisory.
Posted on | February 21, 2012 | 9 Comments
We knew it was coming. There were signs.
Papa Noel started building a nest.
Please Note.
Posted on | February 16, 2012 | 3 Comments
I have installed a Share button on my blog posts. This is so you can send all the exciting, entertaining, and educational news from my farm to everyone you know. If you actually “know” the 600 friends on your Facebook page. Or “know” the people getting your twits, er,…tweets. Or “know” anyone on Plurk, Orkut, or Mister Wong. (Those are real Share possibilities. I am not making them up. WordPress told me about them and I have included them on my Share list. This is an inclusive blog. Who am I to judge what type of social media Mr. Wong is using?) Read more
Looking Up.
Posted on | February 13, 2012 | 12 Comments
Throughout the tough times this winter I kept reminding myself that, no matter what, we were lucky to be having mild weather. And eventually things started looking up. I think this is called the power of positive thinking. Which someone renamed The Secret and then took credit for creating. Go figure. I am thinking of inventing spanking in cases of bad behavior and calling it More Effective Than Time Out.
In any case, it was a relief when things started going well again and I had more blessings than just 60 degree days in January. Especially because it eventually got cold. 20 degrees at night cold. Which means the power of my positive thinking made it just under the wire. Whew!
To start with, the rest of the spring goat babies arrived without any complications. Vixen gave birth to a beautiful doeling named Eve.
In and Out.
Posted on | February 9, 2012 | 4 Comments
I like to think this blog has universal appeal. Even if you are a city dweller or a suburbanite, as long as you have kids, pets or, on occasion, really really bad horrific days, you can probably relate. Perhaps the most significant similarity between us and normal other people is the propensity for all things to want in as soon as they are out. Or out as soon as they are in. It’s a law of nature. Right up there with the rule that an object in motion remains in motion until it smashes through the picture window. Or for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, otherwise known as As-soon-as-you-make-a-committment-to-eat-healthy-your-daughter-starts-selling-Girl-Scout-cookies-and-there-are-50-boxes-of-Thin-Mints-in-your-dining-room. That’s just the way it is, folks. Read more
Loose Ends.
Posted on | January 23, 2012 | 12 Comments
Big projects are overrated. Sure, they lead to impressive results. Who doesn’t like water and electricity run out to the barn? A landscaped pond with a waterfall in the backyard? New kitchen cabinets and an island with bar seating? (Those are just random examples. I’m not saying that I want those thing. Or need them. Or drool over them in magazines. Totally random.) But big projects are expensive. And time consuming. And usually entail long periods of silence when the only communication between me and the Other Half involves giving each other the evil eye.
On occasion it’s better to spend the day tying up loose ends around the house and barn. You know, getting the little things done that tend to pile up. It’s so rewarding to start and finish a simple chore. Check off a number of tasks that have been lingering in the back of your mind. Such a sense of accomplishment. Completion. Closure. Read more
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