Woo-hoo! I finally have over half my garden planted. That’s an exciting milestone for me, given that the seeds I started indoors all died. Sheesh! I started over with plant starts. Some organic, but not all. I did what I could to have an organic garden, but $1.49 per start vs $7.00 per start tipped… Read More Plants in my straw bale garden – and what I don’t know.
I got my straw bales! Yippee! This year I’m trying a straw bale garden, and the first ingredient of that is – obviously – bales of straw. Here they are sitting in a stack in my back yard. There are 20 bales there. Added to the four I had already, I will soon have a… Read More The beginnings of my straw bale garden
I found this image the other day, and was struck by how true it is. Success is defined as the accomplishment of an aim or purpose. So in addition to having to decide if you have accomplished your aim or purpose – you have to know exactly what that aim or purpose is! In my… Read More Defining success
“Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body. But rather, to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming …. WOW what a ride!” — Unknown Today I added several new cuts and bruises to my already extensive list… Read More How not to build a bridge
I was never good at math. The times tables baffle me. I know it’s just straight memorization, but all those repetitive numbers just get jumbled in my head. I can usually do one or two problems, but give me one of those speed tests where you have to solve 100 problems in a set amount… Read More Algebra in farming
Conformity. Noun Compliance with standards, rules, or laws. Behavior in accordance with socially accepted conventions or standards. Sounds like a good thing, doesn’t it? A society filled with people who obey the laws, who behave in the way that makes others comfortable, who say “please” and “thank you” and who cross on the green light.… Read More Ranting about conformity
I have broken a bone in my hand. That’s the actual doctor’s diagnosis. But how it got to that point is an interesting journey… Before I went to the doctor, I knew my hand was injured. I knew approximately when it happened, but I didn’t remember any specifics. It simply started hurting one day. No… Read More The trials of telling the truth to your doctor
The next time someone asks me “What do you do all day, since you don’t work?” I think I’m going to blow a gasket. Then, when the steam stops rolling out of my ears, I’ll make them read this: Honest-food.net…the imperative of protein What a wonderful, well-written article about the value of processing your own… Read More For those of us who don’t “work”…
In high school a friend and I had a saying to help us remember something in English Literature class. It was “We be tillers of the soil, we be diggers of the earth. We be dirt farmers!” What it was intended to help us remember I have no idea – the phrase is stuck in… Read More I am a dirt farmer
I read once that having livestock was publicly announcing your willingness to run outside, at any hour of the day or night, in any state of dress or undress, to deal with whatever emergency happened. I scoffed at that. Certainly there is time to put on pants or a jacket, right? Nope. Hubby and I… Read More Midnight adrenaline!
Ranting About Rectangles 