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.
This was Saturday, May 30th, the last day before Daddy left for National Guard orders. Getting to the thistles was a top priority, as they were starting to put on buds. But first: Cannellini beans! Dozens of little beanlets! And we took a few minutes to weed out another section of row 5 and seed… Continue reading Thistle Massacre
Tuesday, May 26th. Seppi saw me heading out to the wilderness with a shovel, a machete, and some clippers. He immediately ran to the tool shed to grab his hatchet and followed along. Yes, a five-year-old (almost six) has a hatchet. It is quite blunt, you couldn't cut a dandelion with it, but it is… Continue reading More Man Work!
There are days a man just needs to camo up and defend the homestead. If the only people available to camo up with are girls, I suppose they will do. But when you come down to it. When you get right down to it... A man's work is a man's work. Like this gap between… Continue reading Man Work
Here in the good ol' Pacific Northwest, getting ready for winter is more about getting things ready for rain than it is prepping for snow or ice. This means cleaning out the gutters (before and after the leaves fall). We had gutter guards, but found that we grew too much moss under them and the… Continue reading Winter is Coming
The small man is ready for anything. He has brand new red clippers. The snowball bushes between the shop and the carport have grown a bit out of control in the last two years. More to the point, they are overgrown (and undergrown, and through grown) with Himalayan blackberry. Earlier, the kids cut a tunnel… Continue reading Cutting back the blackberries by the shop
The children have been hard at work building a fort in the straw bales under the car port. The farm is a dangerous place. Enemies attack us on a regular basis. Mostly Nazis and vermin hordes. Sometimes a budding young paratrooper can get shot in the ensuing war. She does her own moulage too! When… Continue reading The Fort
Little Farm in the Big City 