This boy never tires of a stomp in puddles.
Friday, March 30, 2012
Thursday, March 29, 2012
The Bee's Knees
Gravenstein Apple |
4-Way Cherry |
4-Way Pear |
box-o-bees |
La Casa |
Crown Bee is a local information source check them out. Help out your garden and our food supplies!
Now, if only the weather around here would stop the massive rain showers and warm up a bit, we'd bee in business.
The Urban Farm Handbook
Here's my new favorite read. It came highly recommended by NW Edible, and I remember hearing quite the buzz about it over at the Seattle Farm Co-Op message boards as the co-author's are both quite involved over at the Co-Op. I borrowed it from the library, and admittedly returned it overdue only after I purchased my own personal copy.
It's a narrative with recipe's of 2 families slowly finding ways to feed their family and cutting out the middle man. And can you guess? I'm in process now of pricing out my own grain mill now...
It's a narrative with recipe's of 2 families slowly finding ways to feed their family and cutting out the middle man. And can you guess? I'm in process now of pricing out my own grain mill now...
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
Breakfast of Champions
N would beg and beg his sister to portion off a few bits of grapefruit those mornings she and I would sit in front of him happily slurping away. Finally I broke down and cut him his own half this morning.
He was in heaven.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
The Beauty of A Crocus
These first brave blooms of Spring are a promise of more color and warmth to come. They push through the frozen earth and I breathe a sigh of relief.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Gymnastics Graduation
At the beginning of each class the children have a chance to stand up and do a pose as the teacher calls their name. At the end of each class the children have a chance to swing on the rope swing. And each class N shrinks and refuses (he's done this since the first class in September). Well, something changed on both fronts at graduation...and you can hear the genuine surprise in my voice while he's on the rope.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
It's Chick Season Again
To keep up egg production we introduce 3 or so new babies each year. This year we carried 3 Speckled Sussex home. The breed are hearty foragers, and apparently remain consistent layers throughout the winter months. Though right now they are just about the cutest things you'll ever see they will all remain un-named due to the nature of their demise. They will be eaten after they're laying slows (and even sooner if we brought home a boy by mistake). We will not fool ourselves this time and literally give and call them by their flowery names; they are to do their job dutifully, they will be treated with the uppermost respect and care, but hey, when they start dipping into the red, they'll hit the pot.
E kind of laughed it off and started calling them chirppy, scratchy, and pecky and when I reminded her about not anthropomorphising these ones N jumped to their rescue;
"We won't eat the chickies, Mama." he sternly corrected me
"Well, no we won't eat them until they're grown, baby." I conceded.
"No, Mama, these are not for eating."
(oh boy)
Saturday, March 3, 2012
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