Tuesday, May 22, 2018
This weekend we were itching to do a project, and honestly the weather wasn't that bad, so we ended up focusing back on the front flower beds... you know, the ones that feel like they're perpetually on our to-do list. This time around, though, we made a solid difference at the end of the day...
...and now we're even more motivated to get them finished! I love how it's starting to shape up, and the big rocks are so much better as far as the scale of the front of the house goes. I can't wait to see the whole thing lined... although... it does seem like a summer tradition to have an ongoing outdoor project when we're at our hottest, so we shall see!
Monday, May 21, 2018
The paths are being swallowed up by lambsquarters, there are a few things we planted that haven't germinated yet and a few other things that are way beyond bolted, but oh my goodness, there are also some things out there that are knocking our socks off, y'all! High five to all those resilient things that can thrive despite neglect!
This weekend, with help from my Littles, we harvested our elephant garlic, a few early peppers, some cool Desi summer squash and a couple yellow zucchini, and the happy surprise of the day- enough green beans to have for lunch!
Now, the squash and peppers are in the fridge, the green beans are nommed, and the garlic is curing in the pantry (also, check out those cool scapes!). Knowing it's Green Bean Season all but assures that we'll be out in the garden in the evenings now, hunting through the leafy forest, and let me tell ya- I have my eye on those tomatoes next!
Monday, May 14, 2018
"I'm beginning to recognize that real happiness isn't something large and looming on the horizon ahead, but something small, numerous, and already here. The smile of someone you love. A decent breakfast. The warm sunset. Your little everyday joys all lined up in a row."
Sunday, May 13, 2018
Saturday, May 5, 2018
This week I realized it's high time she gets some prioritized one-on-one attention to work and find her place again.
So today I got out her leash and we walked and walked and walked around the property (for almost an hour), then I pulled out a bag of sliced-up steak and we worked on sit, lay down, sit back up, lay back down, sit and stay, come and sit, sit and speak, lay down and stay, and back up, back up, back up.
Then I threw the ball for her for a while, and ended our workout right at lunch time with the christening of the little kiddie pool as Officially Suka's.
And lo and behold! For the rest of the afternoon she was calmer, more obedient, and at bed time tonight she practically raced to her crate and passed out.
I think I'm on to something here.
Sunday, April 29, 2018
This weekend, we crammed some work, some volunteering, a birthday party, some chores, some errands, a hive check, some gardening, and some wicked pork belly all into 48 hours, no regrets. Now, as the sun is sinking and the kiddos are running their baths (quite possibly unsupervised, so I won't linger long in this space...), we are all a little wind-blown, a little sun-kissed, and wholly satisfied with how we did our weekending. Hoping everyone else feels the same.
P.S. see that yellow sheet of paper with the bee stinger on it? I scraped that out of my chin after I was stung through the veil of my bee suit while going through my hive inspection, so yeah, it wasn't all rainbows and sunshine. But I'll still take it.
Sunday, April 22, 2018
This afternoon, as I was working around the house with a few windows open here and there, I heard loud chicken protests coming from the front yard. Right as it was registering that chickens shouldn't even be in the front yard, I heard Henry yelling at the top of his lungs, "Suka! No! Noooooo! Suka!" When I made it to the kitchen window to see WTF, I saw Henry running after Suka, who was running down the driveway with a chicken in her mouth.
So I flew out the door as soon as I could slip on my shoes and eventually got Suka to turn around and come back. It was a bit of a struggle to get the chicken out of her mouth- and keep it that way- but I was able to separate them and bring the chicken inside for inspection and observation. I knew as soon as I looked at her that it was Beauty, one of the kids' favorite chicken girls. She was in shock, and in between her attempts to bite me she managed to make some of the loudest, strangest bock-scream sounds I think I've ever heard. I stuck her in the cat carrier with some water and turned the light off to try to calm her down.
After about 10 minutes she was quiet, and about ten minutes after that she was drinking and pecking at the sides of the crate. I couldn't see any blood or evidence of any true injury, and she wasn't limping or having trouble moving, so I decided she'd be better off rejoining her flock... so out I took her to the coop, and she tried to bite me the whole way out there. Which was weird. But I decided she was still freaked out about her ordeal and I shrugged off the beaky insults.
I put her in the coop through the nesting boxes so she could hang out in the hen house if she needed a little extra time... and then I stood back and waited to see how she'd do.
And that's when I noticed Beauty.
Hanging out with the other chickens, cool as a cucumber, already in the coop.
This chicken girl wasn't Beauty. In fact, she wasn't one of my girls at all.
Right about the time I realized that this girl was a stranger, she laid an egg and marched right out of the hen house squawking at the top of her lungs with her tail straight up in the air and her head held high.
I'm not sure where she came from, but she's a survivor, and she's a diva, and she is now Beyoncé and part of our flock (and we all have Destiny's Child's song 'Survivor' stuck in our heads).
Welcome to the fam, Bey!