I realized today just how long it has been since I have spent any time in my backyard – two months. Yep. That’s WAY TOO LONG. But what’s a mother to do? My priorities are just different at the moment. But I still miss it. I miss the smell of the grass. I miss the… Read More I miss my backyard
“Chick, chick, chick, chick.” Silence. “CHICK, CHICK, CHICK, CHICK, CHICK!” Little red hen heads pop up from the brush on the side of the yard, and fat hen bodies start waddling their way over to where I am. When I step forward, the hens turn in unison and head into the chicken run. I… Read More When did I become a male chicken?
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.
Several of my friends (and commentors on my blog) have asked questions about straw bale gardening – so here it is: straw bale gardening the Ranting About Rectangles way! To start with, straw bale gardening is just a different kind of container gardening. It appeals to people who can not – or do not want… Read More What is straw bale gardening?
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
Brrrr! It’s cold here today! There is a storm warning, and the sheen of white on the ground isn’t frost, it’s ice! Of course, it’s winter and all to be expected. But winter brings more trouble to a farm than just a low thermometer. Bedding for animals becomes necessary. Rabbits live on wire floors which become… Read More The troubles with winter
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!