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
So this morning I was entertaining myself taking selfies of me in my best Ranch Fashionista outfit, trying to capture exactly how I felt at the moment. I had just begun my morning chores at the barn and I had forgotten my go mug of coffee, so that was a… 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
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
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
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