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.
Sometimes you have to choose between farm work and training. Or do you? This week I have been doing "wheelbarrow PT" in the mornings. We are running out of time to plant our winter garden this year. Some of the crops with longer days to maturity (DTM) need to be well established and growing by… Continue reading Wheelbarrow PT
Saturday was a busy day, with auto-repair, confessions, and a wedding. But that's no reason not to get in a couple hours of work. Another pathway, another garden bed. We are running out of time, as usual. After Tuesday we won't be able to get back to the garden for almost two weeks.
That should totally be a thing, by the way. I think it would be awesome. I got home from working out this morning to find a small man awake and ready to start the day. Actually, he was snuggling in my spot in Mommy and Daddy's bed, but as soon as he heard that I… Continue reading Man Work Monday
The weather has been unseasonably warm, and we have unconfirmed reports that the soil temperature is over 50 degrees farenheit. I say "unconfirmed" because Evie checked the soil temperature, and no grown-up has had the time to recheck it behind her. But she is a smart cookie, and we are taking her word for it.… Continue reading First Seeds
Really should have been done in November. The deep bedding system builds a thick pack of hay, shredded paper and poop over the year. This ultimately goes into the garden or the orchard or the compost pile. Frosty but clear. Listening to “Bible in a year” and moving wheelbarrows. Our flocks and herds, scratching the… Continue reading Cleaning out the hen house
Little Farm in the Big City 