Quiet Days

These are the quiet days before the spring work begins.
I have that whole list of things to get going as soon as the snow starts to melt…and with a call for -2*c next week, it looks like the melt may start soon.
Of course, it’s only March and well, there’s always chances of snow storms right into May around here.
(aaaand, as I’m writing this we’ve come under a blowing snow advisory and are in a white out…because of course we are)
😂😂😂
Remember last year…I had a hard frost on June 21st.
Thankfully some of the peppers and tomatoes survived, though I sure didn’t think they were going to.
It was good that I felt too defeated to pull them and replant, because some bounced back and gave us a decent crop.

Yesterday our internet was out, so it gave me a chance to catch up on a few things.
Not sure why it was down, but I had left a message at the office to let them know.
I don’t get cranky with our provider because the guys who run the place are decent humans.
(we know how few there are of those in the world!)
I just leave a message and let ’em know.
If it’s something on their end (usually) they have a message on their voice mail letting folks know.
If it’s not them, they get back to me pretty quick.

So I cleaned my kitchen, bottled a little wine, pulled out the water distillation machine, did some distilled water for Hubby’s snore machine, mighta ran some mixed citrus wine though for some mixed citrus shine, might not have either because we wouldn’t want to do anything that ain’t legal, now would we?
😉
Today I have some odd bagged mix of raspberries, blackberries, and strawberries to get into a pail to ferment.
I follow one of those cheap groceries/food waste reduction apps, where you can buy boxes of fruit for $5. I buy a box or two a week, just to make bags in the freezer of mixes for wine.
That’s where I got the random citrus and mango (I forgot there was a half dozen mangoes in the pail too) to make up the stuff I bottled yesterday. I find the cheap boxes are a great way to do small batches (with a lot of notes on how and what so I can recreate anything I really liked) before putting a whole bunch of $ into a big batch.
Then I edited a whole bunch of pictures I took last week.
With the cold that has been, it’s been darn near impossible to get out with the camera. By the time chores are done, I just don’t want to go back out, y’know?
But last week I managed to go capture some shots of the nags, and a few of the outdoor felines.

Once the blowing snow shit is done, Hubby is stopping at the local hardware store to grab a dozen t-posts and another couple rolls of stucco wire.
These are the cheapest, and easiest, things to make fences here.
Especially when we’re holding in (or out) poultry.
The current duck yard may get converted to the lamb yard (if the fucking snow ever melts) because of the wood posts…but we may choose another area too. We have an abundance of wood posts on the yard, so building another space for sheepies, while leaving ducks where they are is fine too…we’ll figure it out.
First we just need spring.
12 more days.

Aaaannnd…
I ended up losing internet yet again while writing this.
So now it’s Wednesday morning and the sun is shining and the birds are singing and the truck is stuck in the driveway so we have to get her dug out so Hubby can get into to work tomorrow…
BUT
My peppers are popping!
I planted 36 cups of poblano peppers and more than 75% are popping up out of the dirt.
Yes, that’s a lot of peppers.
Yes, I will have many, many poblanos if they are get to producing.
That’s the plan.
Smoke ’em, dehydrate ’em, grind ’em.
Bam!
My own seasoning as a part of our winter spices.
So yeah.
I’m excited af.
My peppers are popping.
😍
🖤🖤🖤

This and That…

Back in the Fall we ran out of time, energy and money to get the greenhouse built.
I’d say material wise, we’re about 90% there…now it’s just having the manpower come spring to get ‘er going.
As much as I wanted it done before the snows came, we are only 3 people and there was A LOT of other things to get done.
And, considering what a bag of dog excrement the person who runs our province is, it’s not like we could put out a call for helpers to get it done either. 🙄
No matter how one feels about the entire virus issue, any politician who encourages snitching on friends, family and neighbours is, IMO, of significantly less value than a bag of dog excrement.

At any rate, without having the entirety of the supplies, it made no sense to knock ourselves out to build and leave it part way done…but now!
Ah, but now I’ve found a source of free reusable building materials!
Hubby has been stopping at the place for couple weeks now, and the pile of materials is getting to be awesome.
So once the ground thaws, the greenhouse project is a go…as well as a couple bachelor coops for roosters and another area for raised garden beds.

I have this plan…

LOL!!
It always starts with a plan!
So over the Yule break, in a random internet search for an old, long gone from my life acquaintance, I found her latest project. It’s an amazing, powerful, heart breaking, yet beautiful project.
And I immediately signed the family up.
It’s One More Candle (clickable linky)

From their website:

Our Vision

One More Candle offers you the opportunity to adopt the memory of a child whose life was cut short by hubris and deep seated human evil.

One More Candle is committed to remembering every one of the 1.5 million children murdered in the Shoah (Holocaust).

L’dor v’dor
From generation to generation

Simply stated, One More Candle needs you to adopt the memory, a child to honor as though having been one of your own family.

As I said, I got the family on board (trust me it wasn’t hard) and we’ve all adopted a memory.
Please consider doing so too.

So, how does this connect with my plan I mentioned above?
Well, the past year has shown me how much I need to work on an herb/flower/medicinal garden to go with my food gardens. I’ve been collecting seeds, planning additions, and looking at raised bed ideas to create.
And then, yesterday while The Kid and I were doing chores, we were talking about the medicinal garden and we struck on the idea of turning it into a memorial garden.
We’ve lost a few important people in our lives in the past few years (including one on New Year’s Eve…but that’s an entire different blog post) and it would be nice to have something on Farm as a memorial.
Really, what better than our herbal/medicinal garden?

And then The Kid says “And we can include our children too…because they’re family now, right?”
Well damn…
I wasn’t crying, it was the stupid turkeys cutting onions. 😉
But she’s right.
So, the planning is on for memorial stones for our loved ones (including our children) to remember them.
And if I can’t get stones made in time, I do have some lovely scraps of copper sheet and a alphabet punch set that I can make pretty little tags to hang in the apple trees as chimes until I get stones done…in fact, I think the chimes is a great idea to do as well.

In other news…

I’m attempting to do the entire Capture52 project again this year.
Last year I fell off the photgraphy wheel way too early, and never really did pick the camera back up to finish the prompts.
Ah well.
Try, try again, right?
And so here I am, giving it another go.
The first week was “New”.
What better than our “new” dear boy, Hobbes?
It seems I’m always going to have neighbour’s barn cats come find us here…it goes with the fact that our cats eat well. It is always The Rule. Everybody eats.
So when Hobbesy showed up, we just started adding an extra scoop of cat food to the daily rations.
*shrug*
Ain’t his fault that he’s here.
He’s a super handsome boy…and like aaaaaalllllll the other boys, as soon as we can get him in to the vet, he’ll be losing his boys. 😉

Ain’t he the handsomest?

Once he’s neutered, there will be peace among the felines again.
*sigh*
That’s the biggest problem with these guys showing up all the time.
No one else around here neuters their boys and I end up with them coming for food and fighting with my TroubleCat.
And Trouble is the King.
He takes no guff, but he’s getting older and eventually he’s gonna slow down.
I’m tired of the young boys showing up thinking they can beat the crap out of the King and take over.
Them young boys are too dumb and full of their balls to realize the girls ain’t interested since they’re all spayed.
No kittens for my hunting girls!
But at least Hobbes listens when I tell him to knock it off…and he’s slowly learning that Daphne just wants to play. lol

Snow loving weirdo freak dog…