24 November 2009
12 November 2009
Snug at the shack
One of my favourite things to do is to spend an evening in front of the woodstove at our old log cabin. The only light is candlelight and the only sound is us. We can't hear anything from outside except the train whistle a kilometre away and sometimes coyotes. We sit and talk and eat pie and drink warming beverages and that's about it.
Our everyday house (and we are not alone in this) suffers from a definite lack of snug. It's too bad because I think it requires extra energy to make up for the missing internal warmth you get at a place like our cabin. Or maybe it's just a warm frame of mind that is difficult to attain with dishwashers and fridges and LEDs all jangling our nerves.
11 November 2009
Winter coop
We moved the girls from their portable chicken tractor into an old goose-house turned shed turned chicken coop yesterday. They were curious about their new digs and spent lots of time exploring and trying to figure out how to get out the window. They'll live indoors for the winter where they'll have more room out of the weather. Of course, on nice days they can still free range outside if they want.
By this morning they had figured out the nest boxes and got right to work - five eggs!
06 November 2009
Standard Time Blues
We're weeks away from the winter solstice and already the sun is setting before 5. It's the first week of November and the cold and darkness is weighing heavily on me. I feel like pulling the covers up over my head and staying in bed until spring, or at least February when the days become noticeably longer again. Or at an absolute minimum, until after New Year's. I can't even generate any enthusiasm for the annual Christmas rant, although I'm told it is as eagerly anticipated as The Simpsons' Halloween Special.
Maybe I should just turn off the news and stop looking at gloomy websites and take up drinking or pot or high fructose corn syrup or buying lottery tickets or forwarding emails with stupid animated angels for the next few months. Ignorant bliss has never really been my style, but it might have merit for this dark time of year. I'd likely get it wrong, though, and end up in a state of ignorant despair. Probably I should just go for a walk.02 November 2009
Happy garden helpers
I pulled some dried up bean and sunflower plants out of this bed today, then I spread a bale of rotting straw which grew Delicata squash all summer over the surface. We placed the chicken coop on top and the chickens are loving it. They've been scratching at the dirt and straw and finding all kinds of goodies. By the time they're done, this bed will be cleaned of weeds and bugs and fertilized. In a couple of days we'll move them to another bed for more cheap labour. This is only part-time employment for the girls as they spend time almost every day free ranging.
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