So here is what it’s all about. For one year we will make our lives a bit more public in order to share what is it is like living on a small family farm in rural America. You will share in our real world, uncensored. You will see how we do what we do, how we live, how we make ends meet or not, what we eat, what we raise, in general how we live. You can ask us questions, we reply back in the blog.
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Good evening from the mountain
Good evening from the mountain, today has been a house
cleaning day, mainly the kitchen. I am
looking at it as prep for moving into the new kitchen. Ah to be able to put all my cooking stuff
away, no more living out of Rubbermaid boxes.
I plan to hang up most of the pans on the walls, lids on a towel bar, it
all sounds rather nice, now if I was not exhausted it would all be great.
I have fallen short on my week’s goals; the soap has again
taken second place to other more pressing issues. Each time I start a project I most certainly
plan to finish it, but life has a way of changing my plans. When it is not an animal related issue, it is
quite often one regarding the weather.
The climate change has certainly taken its toll on our small farm. I have killed all but one Italian squash,
honestly I feel like a murderer. They
drown and rotted, and there was not one thing I could do to prevent it. I have managed to keep over half of the
tomatoes I planted alive, but other plants have died in their wake. What a hard year it has been already.
I am just shy of 9 days from the Country Fair and needless
to say I am less than enthusiastic about it all. I have not finished all the canning, nor did
I register the chickens. I just forgot,
and now I am quite sure it will take a miracle to fix it, and I will have disappointed
the boys who have been eager to show their birds. Every year one of them takes first place, and
that is so important to little ones. Aside from that if they do not let me
enter them late; I am stuck with nearly ten more birds. I will call in the morning and grovel in
hopes of a reprieve from the fate I have laid out before myself.
Other than these trifles of life, I have gotten some more puppy
photos for you all and a couple of pictures of the kimchi before I set it to
cure. The kimchi sits and calmly cures,
but the pups, that is a different story altogether. They
keep me on my toes, constantly escaping the next only to be found under the
dresser or piled in the middle of my floor.
I am only made an aware of these things when the mother whelps as if she
is unable to bring them back to the nest, or the pups whimper in need of
help. She will not pick them up, my fault
I guess, before the pups were born, I had issues with her picking up the
kittens. I did not like the whole idea
and made my point quite loudly, and I see now she will not pick her pups up,
either that or she has me better trained than I her. As I am now a dog slave getting up many times
a night to help her with her pups. I
know it all sounds funny, but it is not as funny as all that.
Black berry jam
sweet pups day 6
I feel like this some day...
Well, it is time for me to try and get some sleep, busy day
tomorrow, papers to fill out, grain to get bought and perhaps a motor for the