Is there a clinical diagnosis for someone who obsessively collects animals? I may be an animal hoarder. Okay, so I'm not quite like those people who have like 50 pet snakes or 100 rats, but admittedly, I do have a problem…
But what would a farm be without a barn cat? Isn't she so cute?! Love her fuzzy little face!
A friend has compared me to the Tiny Toons character, Elmyra Duff. Fellow children of the 90’s, you surely remember her. She is obsessed with cuddly, fluffy animals and pretty much all cute things. While squeezing a furball, she says things like., “I’m gonna hug you and kiss you and love you forever and never use you up!”
Sometimes I feel like I should rename this blog “Homesteading for Dummies – Written by A Dummy.” I honestly have no idea what I’m doing. Isn’t that how it is with everything in life though? Two days after giving birth to your first baby, they send you home with a 2-sided brochure and tell you “good luck” (however, when you buy a new T.V. you also get a 200-page manual. What’s up with that?). I suppose the life lessons that sink in deeply are those that you learn by experience. There are simply some things that can’t be learned from a Quick Reference Guide. I’m one of those who believes that life isn’t much fun or rewarding unless you’re having new experiences. So we bought this little farm and I dove in head first. My first lesson? How to keep a chicken alive. Continue reading
‘Tis the season for fruit tree pruning! Pruning should be done while the tree is still dormant (before the leaves grow back for spring). My fruit trees are HUGE. Larger than they should be really. We have a small orchard of 3 apple, 3 pear and 2 crabapple trees – all of them terribly overgrown. To promote good fruit growth, pruning will provide the tree with good shape, increase sunlight and remove dead/less productive wood.
If someone had told me 10 years ago that I would be jumping into my coveralls each morning to feed the chickens and shovel manure, I would have told them they were crazy. When I was first married, I was a full-blooded city girl living in Seattle with a new bachelors degree and a fancy job (at least I thought it was fancy) with a company that was the leader in its industry. At the time I felt that I had the whole world at my feet. Pressure-canner, composter and horse manure were simply not a part of my vocabulary. Continue reading