Still not midwest level, but let’s just say things are white. Minty catches snowflakes. GrayCute pleading for us to stop this white madness. Brent works on a Sunday. Frozen urine covered cowpats are cold. Otto finds a recipient for his well made snowbomb. Chickens flying everywhere. It was like The Birds, but with chickens. Our [...]
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The cows are happy. The chickens are scratching for worms. The patou has found his happy place. Otto has turned seven. Tosca secures the warmth by the fire. Minty explains the importance of essential cold weather gear. Z likes to sit in boxes.
Thankfully it fits within my peasant farmer budget. In Seattle, I was approaching Salmon Snob. I never could master salmon ‘ella ella ella … eh eh eh. But, I really loved that white, wild caught white salmon that turned up at my favorite fishmonger to which I paid my yuppie premium. No, but salt. I [...]
For the first time ever, I needed to use all burners. Sure, I “can” use all the burners, but tonight, I “needed” to use them. We’re a two fry-pan family now. Back in our yuppie years, we had a schmancy six burner mega-monster that took (and I quote the contractor here) “four gorillas” to bring [...]
OH what a feeling! At last, I used our metal glue gun. Much thanks to Brent for holding the baby and pushing me out the door so I could spend a few hours with some very, very nice people who taught me how to get started welding as well as cow milking. Result: cow milking [...]
F is for Family. F is for Farm. F is for Fun. F is for Food. F is for France. F is for Fevette. Who taught me early on what cows were capable of. F is for Fuck. As in “what the fuck have we done?” F is for Firetruck. Thank you Michael for providing [...]
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m very proud when I don’t have to leave the farm. I was a girl who had to go out at least once a day to feel like the day was a day. Now I’m up to my nose in projects that I love getting stuck into, I [...]
Brent and the boys moved material. Lucy played “Musketeer Fairy.” Minty Played with Lucy. Muffin moped. Zélie Macked. G moved a ladder under the Gascon Sun. Two chinese-made purses hung in an evergreen tree. One later broke. Legend surveyed. Kids frolicked. Majority avec tutu. Tosca not photographed [...]
It’s a holiday unto itself. On the sixteenth of December, Otto collapsed into his desire to eat the entire advent calendar. Despite some counsel regarding taunting sisters, he ate his way up to and including the twenty-second of December. Did he eat Christmas Eve Eve? No. Because Christmas Eve Eve is a holiday. [...]
Here are a few tidbits … Our neighbor told us that this is the time when the foxes and other chicken eating creatures hit the hunt during the day as the cold nights approach. I’ve not had any fox problems. I think Tosca and Legend keep the foxes away. But chickens have gone a-missin’. [...]
