They will rebuild the ruined cities and live in them. They will plant vineyards and drink their wine; they will make gardens and eat their fruit.
The pigs have less than a week remaining before they go off to the butcher, and the meat birds are now four weeks old, halfway through their brief lives. It is time to get them out on grass, but we don't fancy the attrition rate we had last year with the chickshaw only. We would… Continue reading Bird-Mobile
Another hour and a half of digging, still no water line.
Let's check on the garden, shall we? A bee on the buckwheat. It has become time to plant our winter brassicas. We have a row dedicated to broccoli, cabbage, kale, brussel sprouts and rutabagas that we hope to harvest all winter long. However, it is also the row in which all of our volunteer potatoes… Continue reading Taters and Brassicas.
Well, we have been digging diligently, trying to extend the trench from the rain catchment tank out to the driveway to intersect with the water-line that extends out to the pasture. By Tuesday morning we were more or less in line with where we had templated the water line to run, based on a straight… Continue reading Nothing Like a Time Crunch
Our ducklings were getting too big for their brooder, and spilling their water everywhere, and making an infernal mess. So we put them in a bucket and moved them out to the orchard. That's right, a bucket full of ducks. We aren't completely sure yet, but it looks like our "random" run of leftover heritage… Continue reading A Bucket of Ducks
The Red Fife winter wheat we planted last year is turning brown and dry. It will very soon be ready. Pluck and roll the heads. Blow gently to blow away the husks, and... Wheat berries! Hopefully we will harvest it on Monday.
Guess what he got for his birthday!
Saturday morning, just like most mornings right about now, Daddy was digging a ditch, somewhere between 5 and 6 AM, and he looked at where the ditch started... And where the ditch was going... and realized that this is more or less the line where we want to build a gate across the driveway. This… Continue reading Squirrel!
Moving all of the hay yesterday, I discovered that my hands are not what they used to be. I used to move 10 racks worth of bailed hay in a single morning, with bare hands and never got a blister. But now, because I work in an office, I have, sissy girly hands rather than… Continue reading Oh! If only…
Well, Hay There! How you doing? Papa and Deedee have a three acre field behind their house that grows a heap of grass every year. This year they told us we could have the hay off of it, if we paid someone to bale it. Papa found and old friend of his willing to cut… Continue reading Hay There!
Little Farm in the Big City 