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.
I have so many pictures backed up, waiting for get put into a blog. I have given up on a detailed update on all of it, but as this blog is our primary record keeping mechanism (for big picture stuff, anyway) they still need to get updated. Good Friday (April 3rd) planted two new apple… Continue reading Three Week Update Post
Nothing goes better with late winter weather than soup and fresh bread. Especially when you have been Rosary ruck marching. Like a man. Saturday was a divide and conquer day. After First Saturday Mass, Mommy and the older girls went shopping for one set of necessities (mostly fabric), while Daddy and the little two went… Continue reading Saturdays and Soups
The geese are in full on nesting mode right now. The gander has gotten so aggressive he had to be fenced off from the ducks behind the electric netting. He'll even attack a human, unless you smack his bill with a stick. This is why. Mrs. Goose is laying eggs! It's make or break time… Continue reading You’re a mean one, Mr. Goose.
Goose, duck, chicken.
Miss Winnie is now two years old. As a newly minted two-year-old she feels that she should be directly involved in all the major tasks on the farm. Whatever Mommy or Daddy are doing, Winnie wants to help with it. She won't hear any of this nonsense about, "No, you're too little." What do you… Continue reading Me-Me do!
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 hens we bought in January are beginning to lay eggs. They haven’t quite got it down yet, so they are laying tiny little eggs with only white and no yolk in them. But at least they are laying them with great love, we hope. Either that or they have no sense of humor… because… Continue reading Little Things.
They puff up and hiss through the fence,Their favorite form of defence.Thank your stars, Mama Goose,That the dog can't get loose,Or this rhyme would get way too intense! That's right. Our one remaining female goose has (apparently) choses a mate and is now trying to sit on a clutch of eggs. She does still seem… Continue reading Mother Goose
As the days get longer (we passed the 10 hour day just this week in Tacoma!) The chickens have begun to increase their egg laying. Even the Americaunas (who took most of the winter off) are starting to produce again. Perhaps it is the sunshine, or perhaps it is just the friendly feeding. So we… Continue reading Eggs are picking up!
We do not allow ourselves leisure so that we will be able to work better. We work so that we will be able to be at leisure. (Paraphrase of Josef Pieper, "Leisure, the basis of culture.") We got home from Mass and told the girls to change out of their church clothes into their relaxing… Continue reading A Quiet Sunday
Little Farm in the Big City 