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Saturday, April 19, 2014

Still here

We finished tearing up the soil for the garden, by hand. A Maddox and a garden claw can do wonders.
And my cool weather veggies are sprouting. This in itself makes me feel better. Of course it helps that word of Husband's genius has gotten out, and the V-twin guys are starting to show up at the shop. It's still a struggle, but things are looking brighter. 



The boys enjoyed their first swim of the season. Of course the water was freezing, and I should know, I went in. There is another small waterfall down stream. husband and I walked down here to bathe. I could lay at the top of the fall, hang my head off the ridge, and wash my hair with abandonment. It was wonderfully awesome. Only words to describe it. I felt so much cleaner in the creak than I have in the tub. Chilly, but blissful.


Miss Buckets even joined in.




Watermelon seeds that were spit out last fall are starting to sprout. As well as many windflowers and wild onion.








I chased sheep around, trying to get a photo of the lamb. Turns out it is a girl.




I still am unable to run, however I did manage to get into a skip without my knee hurting.

This is Pail. She was dumped at the top of our hill. We found her during the coldest part of the winter, and I just couldn't have her freeze to death.


At least she smiles.



That's the extent of what is happening here. Besides I think I am going to change the name of the holler. The garden has taken up most of our time. Once that is in, other things can start.

Oh, and. Husband named the bull calf, Bullbo. (We had a Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit marathon)






Friday, April 11, 2014

Casting Call

I received this email and thought I would pass the info along to anyone interested.

Wednesday, April 09, 2014

It's a Boy!

Xuxi had her calf yesterday. A healthy bull!


Let the name game begin! (Heehee. I have declared today a good, playful day)

Tuesday, April 08, 2014

Fire

Burning here scares me a bit. Maybe if I was up top it wouldn't be a problem, but being down here and not being able to see it coming isn't something I am use to, and it could easily catch you unaware.

Those of you the read Small Farm Girl's blog know she was burning the other day. Part of what they were burning rolls into our property. When she had called down for help from Husband, I was making dinner so opted to stay here. Then I was alone. And one can get paranoid when they have no idea what is going on. I was thinking about the only way out of here. If the fire came down, and blocked the way. . . I was having visions of standing in the creek with a soaking wet blanket. 

Ok, so that might be a bit over dramatic, but have you seen how woods can burn? Have you heard the sound of rushing water that is actually fire? I have. My oldest brother was a Fire Fighter for the Forest Rangers. I have seen the pictures and videos. I am not a fire fighter. And I can't run just yet.

At least in Kansas I could see the prairie fires coming. Here, I can't see them, and if I see the smoke, I can't tell exactly where it is.

I came home last night and one of our posts was on fire at the top of the hill. I raced down and grabbed Husband. We got it out, but if I hadn't seen the smoke, our field then the woods over our house would have caught. (This was Husband's fault, no one else)

Did I mention I don't like fires here? 


Monday, April 07, 2014

Breaking Ground

We have finally been able to get the ground turned in for the garden. Well half of it any how. The rototiller smoked a belt, so now it all must be done by hand.




We are sore and exhausted. The roots are thick and cumbersome in length. We are going to be too late to get any cool weather veggies in the ground, luckily I have plans for that.

Monday, March 31, 2014

Productivity

We had a good, bonding, family day on Sunday.

We headed over to a new friend's place (He calls us his Buddies) and proceeded to dismantle 100 year old house walls. Salvaging the good wood so that we can start framing a chicken coop, and maybe a few other animal shelters.

Large went to the military ball so was unable to help. And someone had asked why we don't have chickens. We were not able to transport them, because Ky won't allow it, and we don't have any type of shelter for them. That will hopefully soon be rectified, and we will be able to get chickens again!







Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Small's Accomplishment

For those of you that are new, welcome! Small is my youngest son, age 10.

By now we have all been made aware of how much Small loathes the school here. So much so, that he was worrying himself sick over things. Yesterday we had a "small" breakthrough.

And it is all thanks to National Agriculture Day, and 4H.

Last week Small came home with an assignment that was going to be involved with The University of Kentucky Ag. Dept and 4H. He was to make a presentation, following the guidelines set forth. One of the rules was no weapons, but you could talk about them and show diagrams, and no live animals. (Some of you might remember Large's project a few years back, he was allowed to bring in Chickens)

So we fussed over what to do. Small suggested cooking. It was on the list. He wouldn't be allowed to show off his knife skills because even kitchen knives are listed under weapon. We settled on making campfire muffins. They are made just like the Campfire brownies in the orange cups, but made with a chocolate muffin rather than the brownies. We made the information poster, got the ingredients and equipment put together and practiced making them. Even made a couple for the judges to taste.

Yesterday was the competition. I was worried that because of his shyness, and lack of public speaking exposure, that he would not do very well, and hate school even more.

However, once he hopped in the truck, he was excited. Big smiles and bouncing! I asked him how he did.

"I lost to a rainbow cake and a rock collection." Then he handed me a blue ribbon. He scored 97 out of 100. The 3 point deduction was for eye contact or lack there of.  He was disappointed that he wouldn't be able to go to the County competition for it, but he was still stoked about winning a ribbon for originality and communications. The judges feedback was great! We know what he needs to work on for the future, and he is pressuring me to enroll him in 4H. (of course I will).

I am proud of Small, and so grateful he has found something to like here. (sorry no picture of the muffins, just the brownies we made in the past)



Monday, March 24, 2014

It's the little things

This, my friends, is a praying mantis egg sack.


One sack can produce 100 to 200 of these wonderful predators.  And we found around 20 of them.

We are moving them to our soon to be garden area, keeping them 2' off the ground and placing them where our cool weather veggies will be tall enough to hide the tiny babies. They hatch after several weeks of warm weather.

Finding these is a huge score for any gardener. Ordering them will cost you are $5 US. And we found a field full. They will be able to tend to the nasty vegetable eating insects that like to swarm around gardens. Giving us a better chance at a decent garden.

Friday, March 21, 2014

First born in Kentucky

We have had our first lamb born at the new homestead.

If we can ever catch it, I will let you know the details. It looks like. . . A lamb.

If you have forgotten what my lambs look like, here is one born in Kansas.



The newest addition is a darker brown with white socks and tail, and a black belly. Or so it seems from a distance. 

Ah well, still a happy sign.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Putting me in my place.

Logically I know you are right. I do need to be healthy as well as my family. But there is this nagging little voice, one that sometimes does a jig in the pit of my stomach. 

We have done well so far with in season game. However I didn't have a garden last year, and have run out of vegetables. I have some canned goods left, mainly sauces, ketchups, refried beans and the like. But no chickens. I worry that if I make too much food, what happens if we don't have a customer and I can't buy more groceries? We just went two weeks without a client. The stress was becoming a bit overwhelming. Up to that point we were getting enough work to have food and pay the shop bills.  But there was always that voice warning me.

My boys can eat. They can hold there own against the big boys. Large is slightly over 6'2" now (still growing) and the others are rapidly catching up. I on the other hand am done growing, and fluffy enough that skipping meals or eating less won't hurt my figure. I do love me some breads. So my mind justifies it. 

Sometimes I hesitate about posting things I have written. I had no such qualm about yesterday's. I saw it nothing more than the truth. I wasn't asking for help or pity, I was just telling you. Thank you for the loving lectures, I appreciate them. I am not alone though in the mom skipping meals department. And this isn't my first rodeo. Life happens, we make choices that are emotionally appealing at the time. My tummy may rumble but my heart is content. I would sacrifice the world for my clan. As long as they are clean, healthy and have happy bellies, then I feel better.  

Some days I feel guilty for dragging my family out here. So skipping meals may be a pittance that I am subconsciously indulging in. I have to shrug my shoulders on that one. I am not sure. It's that little voice of worry that gets to me. 

But as I pointed out yesterday, spring is at our door steps. Not only does this mean more work at the shop, but the wild foods, the garden, calves, and more neophyte homesteading tricks. With me now in the woods, I get to try things that I could never have dreamed of out on the wind swept prairie. I already have my eye, and my pestering of Husband, on one such project.  


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