Yesterday I had to take an axe and chop the head off a baby chicken that had gotten into the puppy's run and been injured beyond recovery. The fact that it was still hanging on was a miracle considering its injuries. In fact, I thought it was dead and when it blinked at me when I layed it on the burn barrel I was startled. I don't have a hand hatchet yet so I used the wood ax. I explained what was happening to Lil'Bug and she said, "Don't worry Mama, the chick's name is ToodleBug, like me, and it's already in Heaven." And then in one swift chop, the deed was done and the carnage cleaned up.
This week has just been one of those weeks.
Speaking of feeding pigs, this morning we cleaned up the garden and pulled all the bolted lettuce, spinach, and radish. The pigs will be eating well today. Yum yum. We'll be planting okra in the row we cleaned I think.
Berries are fully in season. We have gooseberry, mullberry, and black raspberry. If you are local and I know you, give me a ring (or email). Sunday and Monday I am opening up the fields pick your own. While you're here bring a fishing pole and pull out 10-20 fish from the pond. I think that's the average catch for a 4 year old around here. LOL.
Friday, 26 June 2009
Farm Life
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).
Wednesday, 24 June 2009
What is this?
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$. Woot. Change in parking lot because daisy duke type dress was really THAT bad. Seriously. Why is something like that in my closet?
8 days until my sisters wedding! Yay! :)
5 days until my favourite aunt comes to visit for my sisters wedding, 7 days until my favourite cousins and 2nd cousins arrive for said wedding as well. 3 days until I paint my living room orange. 2,3446,676,67687678689.....days until I catch up on laundry. Just saying.
Busy busy.
Baby crying for watermelon, mama goes to slice it up to feed baby crying for it. Melon is rotten. Not the worst part, imagine a champaign bottle shaken. Right. The freaking melon EXPLODED when I pierced it with the knife. All. Over. EVERYTHING.
Wasps. Nest over back door.
Ankle deep in pure pig poop.
My boots got left by the back door and then it rained. Also wasps like pink, wet boots.
My purse spilled in the back of the car, then the car door got left open and then it RAINED on everything.
96 degrees. Husband working from home. Laundry all done but in a giant pile waiting to be folded. Can't find anything that doesn't make me look like a back up dancer for MTV Spring Break house party or that is not technically winter clothing. Head to Walmart. Find really cute 100% organic t's on clearance for 3$. 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.
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).
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