Equinox

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

Good neighbors are good to have

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

Truck adventure

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

Rain Song

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

Five Things I Forgot To Mention

Actually more than five things.  I mean OMG – I forgot to blog. Not only have I not blogged in a couple weeks, but I discovered a blog post I drafted the end of February and never posted. It concerned death in my house, COVID in my county, cows in… Continue reading

So much to do, so little time

I’m one of those people who always has too much to do. That’s solid truth. My To Do list goes on and on and on, from big-ticket items to small. The list starts with finishing my straw bale house (generations of birds have been born in the sections of walls… Continue reading

Five more things not in mainstream media

· Thing #1  Yes, it is still winter I suppose I could stop right there. I mean, look at the calendar. It’s February, fer cryin’ out loud. But… but… Farmer’s Almanac says we’re past the middle of winter, which point is not the same as Groundhog Day but close enough…. Continue reading