Saturday, March 29, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
It is just uncanny.
Seeing it is like locking eyes with someone staring at you from across a room - I'm always surprised and it sends chills down my spine. And then I smile a little smile to myself and think, "Again??"
Oh yes, again. Be amazed.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
So, tonight, instead of attempting to peck away at my lengthy To Do list, with the following Top Two nagging on my brain day and night:
- Ordering pictures for Pumpkin's Birth Announcement [he's 5 months old]
- Reading 4 different books, two of them VIPs on chicken keeping and herb gardening
I re-organized my Favorites and caught up on the blogs I enjoy. Sheesh.
Friday, March 14, 2008
We think Pumpkin looks a lot like me. This picture shows it, bigtime: there I am, baby borealis, in my daddy's arms. My grandparents sent me this scan awhile back because they were noticing the similarities as well. [Thus, the watermark; it has been hanging on the front of our refrigerator.]
Now I always baby-talk the Little One and say, "Do you look like me?? Ooooo-gooooo-ooooo-gggggggh!" He likes it.
Hey Dad, you stole my haircut!
Or maybe I stole yours.
- It was a beautiful 52 degrees on Monday.
- I opened the backdoor to hear a loud orchestrated buzzing noise, as if bees were swarming.
- I thought, "Hmmm...that's strange."
- Later, I looked out the backdoor and there, in the sun, were hundreds of disgusting flies wiggling and buzzing and hopping around in the warmth of the sun on the grass.
- It gave me the heebie-jeebies.
- I've been vacuuming up dozens of flies everyday from the window upstairs that receives a southern exposure. They swarm to it. When it gets cold, they all lay on their backs and wiggle their legs; then, when it warms up, they are back to rubbing their filthy little legs together and buzzing around. Gak!
- I am swatting 15-20 flies in the main part of the house every day.
- Starbeans is squishing them with his fingers if they fly low enough. EEEEEEEK!!!
- I think we need to get a sticky fly trap. I've seen them in rural houses before and always thought they were atrociously grotesque and wondered how people could keep them in their homes. Well...I'm discovering it is much, much better than the alternative: which is flies roaming free indoors.
- When I look at their furry little bodies, against my will, I often imagine myself crunching down on them between my teeth. I have no idea where that comes from, but it is sick. SICK, I tell you.
- I find this all very revolting.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Oh yes I did, or more aptly titled: Good enough - Oops, I did it again - Crap - I guess I'll wear piggy-tails for awhile - or - Finally!
[Or...maybe it wasn't so fantastic like I thought, and it was more of a freakish spectacle. Ha! Whatever it was, I thought it was a pretty amazing job at the time.]
The desire hits me every March or April; without a doubt, it coincides with Cabin Fever [which I get every single spring, from one extent to another...hmmm...Vitamin D...?]. I need a change, I'm tired of the same old thing, and, due to my lazy habits, my hair usually needs it badly.
This spring has been particularly bad (hair-wise) because,
- I haven't had a hair-cut, not even a trim, in a year and a half (zoinks!),
- and as you can imagine, my split ends had split ends,
- Baby Pumpkin has reached the age where he grabs whatever his little hands touch with a vice-grip rivaling that of a steel bear trap (yeeeouch!), and
- Starbeans' comfort...of all things...is my neck. My hair was so long that he was having trouble getting at it while snuggling before naps and bedtime. The night before last, he said, "Mama, get your hair out of the way!"
I've been scheming on my haircut for weeks now: contemplating asking my MIL to do it; working out a baby-sitter so I could get my hair done at...let's see...Blondie's, in town; and finally, in my desperation, planning to do it myself. The catch is that I needed to do it when the baby was napping, which, while he still takes 4-5 naps a day, they are often 45 minutes or less. That isn't much time to give oneself a haircut, ladies!
So...I did a quick hack-job yesterday morning. And while it may not look good, my goodness, does it feel good! And that was the main goal. It is like a weight off my neck; I can have it in cute little pigtails, Starbeans can get at it easily, it isn't flying up in my face and driving me insane, and best of all, if feels silky again. Yes, girls. It was time.
Sunday, March 09, 2008
First off, I realized today that more snow means more moisture in the ground and more moisture means healthier plants. I definitely like that - I can cope. Additionally, the more I thought about being freezing cold with no snow cover, just the ugly bare ground - the more I remembered that I'd rather have snow. Even if it is March. [Being from the Pacific Northwest makes Midwest winters even more unbearable. Crocuses are already up in Western Washington!! I'm so jealous.]
Secondly, Squeeze and I ordered all of our seeds and starter plants (peppers & tomatoes) from Seed Savers Exchange this afternoon. Eek! I can hardly wait. Just thinking of names like Blacktail Mountain Watermelon, Hidatsa Shield Figure Bean, Grandma Einck's Dill, Five Color Silverbeet Swiss Chard make me smile - not to mention the tomato called Amish Paste, or actually getting to eat all this good stuff! It is so exciting, and has revived my enthusiasm for moving out to what seems like the Middle of Nowhere from our cozy - albeit, comparatively cramped - city life.
Thirdly, double-eek! we have decided on the chickens we want.
- Buff Orpington
- Silver Laced Wyandotte
- Black Australorp
- White Leghorn
- Barred Rock
I know...it is so many. I think we're going to buy 25-30 of them in a straight-run [definition: Straight run. Newly hatched chicks that have not been sexed; also called "unsexed" or "as hatched." - we just learned what this meant this weekend] and butcher all the males except the one we like best. That way, we'll have birds for stock in addition to a [hopefully] mid-sized flock of laying hens.
We originally thought that we would get all females, but I've read that the roosters take care of the hens - looking out for predators, keeping everyone safe and together (I actually think I read that in Animal, Vegetable, Miracle). I just ordered 3-4 chicken husbandry books from the library as well - without a doubt, we need to know as much as possible.
The Ameraucanas lay green, blue, or pink eggs. Everyone else lays light-to-dark brown eggs, except for the Leghorn, whose eggs are white. That was was Squeeze's pick. I want 'em as wild as I can get 'em: and for me, that means colorful! The very thought of pretty eggs thrills me.
I'm also extremely smitten by the beauty of the Silver Lace Wyandotte. See?
Silver Laced Wyandotte
Friday, March 07, 2008
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Funny...because I would have never have noticed otherwise.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
I've got some massive Cabin Fever going on here - and to add to the angst, it snowed last night! I suppose it is better to have the beauty of white snow since I'm cooped up anyway, but OH MY GOODNESS, I can't wait to have some warmer weather. I want to go outside!!
Squeeze and I have lost a little of The Vision for moving out here as the winter months wear on, which largely revolves around being outside. We have been taking turns exclaiming to each other, "WHY did we move out here? I can't remember!" Literally. Our vision is blurred and we need some spring-time weather to revive our fervor. We remember with our minds, but that doesn't translate to the way we feel about things.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
I thought they were bad last summer, but little did I know - we'd never be rid of them. Fly Season, as they call it, is in the autumn months, when the weather starts getting colder and the flies are looking for warmer living quarters, i.e. - people's homes. We never owned a fly swatter until we moved to the Rolling Prairies. Literally. It wasn't required. Here, is it an important weapon of choice in the war against pests.
Errrrgh!! Flies really gross me out, especially in the house.
Un-un-unfortunately, we have now learned that Fly Season doesn't quite end with the cold winter months. With the warmer weather we have recently had (in the 30's F), flies in great numbers have been resurrected: from where, we do not know. I've been swatting those disgusting things on a daily basis - perhaps 5-10 a day? Where are they coming from??? It is sick - SICK, I tell you. I haven't researched flies online yet, but...I will. [I just shuddered as I typed that.]