Run down of the things and stuff:
Baby crying for watermelon, mama goes to slice it up to feed baby crying for it. Melon is rotten. Not the worst part, imagine a champaign bottle shaken. Right. The freaking melon EXPLODED when I pierced it with the knife. All. Over. EVERYTHING.
Wasps. Nest over back door.
Ankle deep in pure pig poop.
My boots got left by the back door and then it rained. Also wasps like pink, wet boots.
My purse spilled in the back of the car, then the car door got left open and then it RAINED on everything.
96 degrees. Husband working from home. Laundry all done but in a giant pile waiting to be folded. Can't find anything that doesn't make me look like a back up dancer for MTV Spring Break house party or that is not technically winter clothing. Head to Walmart. Find really cute 100% organic t's on clearance for 3$. Woot. Change in parking lot because daisy duke type dress was really THAT bad. Seriously. Why is something like that in my closet?
8 days until my sisters wedding! Yay! :)
5 days until my favourite aunt comes to visit for my sisters wedding, 7 days until my favourite cousins and 2nd cousins arrive for said wedding as well. 3 days until I paint my living room orange. 2,3446,676,67687678689.....days until I catch up on laundry. Just saying.
Busy busy.
Wednesday, 24 June 2009
What is this?
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Monday, 22 June 2009
Smile for Mama!
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Very Good Berries
We've harvested about 65 pounds of strawberries and I've given half of those away. Sharing the love. Also, my fingers started to bleed so processing ceased to be fun. The berries just keep on coming. Next up, gooseberries, mulberries, and then blackberries.
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Saturday, 20 June 2009
This Little Piggy Stayed Home
This week our four little piggies moved from the piglet holding pen (ie corn crib section of the chicken palace) to their new digs in the pasture.
Moving them was fun. Or funny. Depended on which end of the pig you were dealing with.
Anyway, this is the pig house Dearest built. We'll paint it soon.
They are so very happy now. They bound out to see me when I bring them food.
My helper.
This little piggie stayed home.....That's Bacon and Eggs. So named so we can eat Bacon and Eggs and eggs someday soon.
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
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