Friday, November 26, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
In case you didn't know, I have dreams of growing most all of my own food. We've had quite a few dinners this summer made entirely from our own veggies and eggs...potato, bean, zucchini salad; last night was potato crusted quiche with sauteed kale and chard on the side. Yum! I wonder sometimes about the superfluousness of cooking it all into some extravagent feast that I spend an hour making and 5 minutes eating (if that, because I eat far too fast). Helen and Scott Nearing (read: The Good Life) just threw the veggies on the table whole instead of mixing them into a salad. Time and energy saved..and it's all the same to your stomach in the long run. Luna and I just harvested a few pounds of red potatoes, as well as the neverending piles of zucchini. I've had the misfortune of a virus in the garden this year which limited the number of pole beans and snap peas, as well as my tomatoes are rotting on the bottom. It's so disappointing. Gardening is pretty similar to life, you can do everything right, but fate still lends it's hand for the good or bad.
Don't ask why this picture is sideways..I'm too tired to figure it out.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Whitey is still alive...and crowing. I always thought roosters only crowed in the morning, but whitey seems to do it throughout the day. I was awoken at 5:15 this morning by his crow, which I love, but not sure if the neighbors do? He's turning into quite a beautiful bird, we hate to see him go, but we must keep peace with the neighbors...and the law.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Good times gone bad...blood on shirt, 3 teeth on top.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
So I started this blog post in March (It's now June) with announcing Luna's first birthday (which was even a month past due for that). She's now 16 months and I'm finally getting around to finishing that post. I can't believe how time has flown by, I'm still tired and often frazzled, but she's worth it. She's becoming such a little person, talking non-stop (not that it makes any sense), dancing, getting into everything, fussing when she doesn't get her way, and melting our hearts and making us laugh just as we're about to throw her out with the trash. She is becoming quite the little helper, always having to carry the water out to the chickens and wanting to feed Tinker. It's a pleasure seeing her become the little lady she is.