It’s cold outside. The sky’s grey with a frigid wind that cuts through layers of clothing. The half an inch of snow from last night isn’t melting. But it’s all good. I’ve got lots of wood stacked up on the porch where I can easily grab another log, and I’m… Continue reading
My neighbor saw the weather report last week and harvested her whole (large) garden all at once. It was panic city for her, but for me it was a boon — I got a huge amount of produce that she just couldn’t process, including about 1/3 of a paper grocery… Continue reading
What do you think? Is it time for me to get a boat? Nah. The rain will end, so I’ll just keep whining — er, I mean, writing about it. That’s my “driveway” right outside my gate. Considering it’s been puddly in that spot for weeks now, there’s gotta be… Continue reading
Autumn’s my favorite time of year, but only if I’m outside enjoying it. I try to haul myself away from the computer but things just pile up. November is NaNoWriMo and I’m way behind this year. Had a time-out for a week due to eye issues. It was scheduled, but… Continue reading
They say good fences make good neighbors. That might be so, but here’s a fence that stands alone, not between me and anything. It’s not a particularly “good” fence, in that it’s not all spiffy, not something that zoning regulations would approve of. It’s a fence that’s no better… Continue reading
Yes, it’s that time already. The winding-down time. Equinox, the elusive point on the calendar when we tip over into autumn. When nights grows longer than days. When it’s time to harvest what has been so carefully grown, and then to can, freeze, dry, and otherwise store foodstuff and supplies… Continue reading
Remember the last couple posts when I talked about flooding and my subsequent truck adventure? When I was so proud I could handle those problems without having to call a neighbor for help? The truck adventure was Tuesday. On Wednesday morning while I was feeding the horses, the damn dogs… Continue reading
I don’t like truck adventures. This is not to say I don’t like adventures that trucks are used in. I just don’t like adventures about trucks. Last blog post I wrote about floods. Today I’m blogging about what happens after floods. Namely, mud. Um. And complications. TUESDAY: About mud Mud… Continue reading
As Robert Plant sang so poignantly in Led Zeppelin’s The Rain Song, “This is the mystery of the quotient. Upon us all a little rain must fall.” (album: Houses of the Holy, 1973) He was full of it, of course. He should have been singing, “When it rains, it pours.”… Continue reading
I’m going to talk about blister beetles, but I want you know know that problems of this kind start well before the first beetle arrives in my yard. It starts in January. You know what I mean. That’s when the pushers start showing up, the ones who have learned our… Continue reading