Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
Have a peaceful weekend, y'all.......
go check out "View from my kitchen" blog participants to see their views and then come and join us for the fun!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
The hubsters hung the flourescent fixture for me yesterday and after he did so, I realized an oops - I think I need another light! So off to the home improvement store we will go and he will kindly hang that fixture for me too.
As you can see, it will not be elaborate. I don't care as long as it provides enough light to grow fresh lettuce.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Go for rides and look out the window...
The words below are from an anonymous author.
I think this is wonderful advice!
Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do..
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Never pretend to be something you're not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY!
Now go enjoy your day!
Friday, January 22, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
*Somday I'll learn how to put sound clips on here*
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Have you ever been in a pub or at a festival and over hear someone say " that was grand craic?" Well, I'm going to tell you what "craic" (pronounced crack) is to me.
And finally, another type of craic for me is ceili or contra dances. Watching Morris dancers falls into this category for me too.
Now, I don't dance. Quite frankly, it's ugly. I've tried. I've learned what my limitations are and dancing is a no go. I'll stick to playing for the dancers. However, I love to watch the dancers. Their graceful, timed movements to the music. I envy them.
Yeats said it best in his works the Fiddler of Dooney -
"When I play on my fiddle in Dooney, Folk dance like a wave of the sea"
If you've ever been in a crowded room full of dancers, you know exactly what this means. It's a beautiful thing to behold.
Now I'm longing for warm weather and festival season. It will be here before we know it, but, in the meantime, I'll play in the session at the pub and have sessions here at the house.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
The hubsters and I are once again talking about possibly taking that next step and raising our own meat. The more we read and see reported about the conditions in which our food is raised and brought to the table, the deeper our discussions become.
We've already started the process when it comes to the vegetable garden. We are adding an additional garden area with a greenhouse so we can extend our season further into the cold weather. The new garden will be completed and ready for planting this upcoming season. Doing this basically doubles our garden space. We are very excited about the expansion and all the new varieties of edibles we can grow and to start dabbling into heirlooms.
Although the gardens are a commitment, they are not near the commitment of livestock. Yes, we do have laying hens now and they too are a commitment, but, the size of backyard critters is small enough the we can get a "chicken sitter" and still go on vacation and travel for work if necessary. Bringing in livestock is whole 'nother ballgame. I think it would be quite difficult to get a "farmstead sitter" to come and give the daily care and attention that all the animals would need. Quite frankly, we don't need to raise our own meat. We are blessed with an ever growing amount of small farms around our area who are raising grass fed, antibiotic and hormone free meat, including beef, pork, lamb, goat, emu, and of course, chicken. It's how we've been getting our meat for the last several years. So, my husband and I weigh the pros and cons if we did this ourselves. First off, we have to think about the workload taking care of all the animals and with both of us still working full time. Most days we are based working out of our home, which is why we would even consider it in the first place. I do commute two days a week into metro DC area, but, hubsters is typically around here on the days I have to commute. If we both had to work outside of our home and commute everyday we would not even entertain this idea.
We also have to consider that though we're far from old, we're not spring chickens either! How would we handle this if something should happen to either one of us? I'm not just speaking of kicking the bucket here, but, more if one of us had an injury that kept us from helping out and doing our fair share. Would just one of us be able to handle the load, so to speak.
Okay, so even if we agree and do want to take this next step, we have no fencing. We have ordinances and restrictions on what we can do, how many animals we can raise, not to mention the people who live around us and the grief they will cause. Do we really want the expense and hassle to do all of this when we are just a short drive to what we want? So, the debate continues. I really don't know what direction we will take with all of this.
So, I guess for the meantime, we'll sit here on the back porch and think. Think, how much is too much? Can there be too much?
Friday, January 8, 2010
Have a peaceful, magic filled weekend, y'all.......
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Or maybe Father Nature just likes a good laugh and this fellow really knows what is in store for us. Brrr.... stay warm everybody.
I'm going to start an inside lettuce growing experiment in the next couple of weeks. I'll post pics and descriptions once it gets under way. Fingers crossed xxxxx...
Monday, January 4, 2010
Now, I knew nada about chickens. I didn't have any friends who had chickens, therefore, I had no one to ask advice about raising and keeping chickens. So, I went into research mode. I read as many articles as I could. My husband bought me books. I was getting confused - not that it really takes much to do that! I went to my local feed store and talked chicken talk every time I went in. I believe they were starting to worry about my state of mind. So, after three years of "talk", I went into action and took the plunge and came home with six little peeps. Three White Rocks and three Barred Rocks. It was love - chicken love. Why did I wait so long?
I could have sat for hours watching the shenanigans of the girls. It was and still is quite entertaining to watch them. After a bit I was able to decode "chicken talk" and what the squabbles and murmurs are all about. I was now a chicken mom. I am proud that I raised the little peeps to pullets. Come April, they will be hens and my girls will be all grown up. The road to henhood has been fun, frustrating, and confusing at times. But, the reward at the end is the eggs. Beautiful brown eggs with a deep, orange yolk. The difference between store bought, even free range or organic is immediate. Oh, the taste!
I was prepared for the girls to take a rest from laying over the short days of winter, but, much to my delight, I am still getting eggs! I haven't added light to the coop to increase the amount of light they are receiving. I believe they should follow their natural cycle and if they stop laying, they stop laying. They will eventually start again when their biorythms tell them so. Okay, I'm not really sure if chickens have biorythms, but, you get my point.
So, even though I've done enough research to achieve a Master's Degree in chickenology, it goes to show that not everything you read will replace what you really have to do. Go experience it first hand. Pitchfork the poo. Carry the straw bales. Cluck like a chicken. I really enjoy clucking like a chicken - there's a certain freedom involved... I jest, not really. I really do enjoy it. bwock, bwock, bwock.....
Saturday, January 2, 2010
If you're into British Folk Rock you have to give it a listen, but, if you're already into it, you already know about it. RIP