There’s an old saw about how European settlers to the American continent had lots of children because there was lots to do. Every child you added to the stable, so to speak, was another laborer to help till the land, carry the firewood, cook the food, to contribute, as it were, to the running of home and farmstead. (I think that we’re forgetting the fact the birth control was pretty much non-existent, but that’s an essay for another time.) We live on a third of an acre, with about a third of that taken up by a house and deck. … Continue reading So I wouldn’t have to mow.
My dad was one of those “throw him in and see if he swims” kind of dads. If you sank, well, you could damn well hold your breath and walk back to shore, then. My siblings may have different memories of him, but by the time he and mom got around to me – and I wasn’t planned, it should be noted – he was different. The stories I heard of him from years before didn’t match the dad I knew.That unpleasant dichotomy is a story for another time.
Anyway, I try not to be that kind of dad. Oh, I’ll throw the kids in, but I’ll make sure they’ve got a rope tied on. Metaphorically speaking. Continue reading “Mowing the lawn”
I like being around happy chickens. I find their contented cooing to be very relaxing. It is a gorgeous day, I’m working from home, and so I decided to take my lunch to the chair under the big redbud trees in the back yard. The chickens noted my presence immediately, and drifted my way, pecking and scratching for bugs or other morsels in the grass. Their quiet “brrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrhk…” was a balm to my soul, given the stressful two weeks I’ve endured. Ah, I sighed to myself. This…this is nice, I thought, and lifted the first forkful of lo mein.. … Continue reading I have never feared a chicken…until now.
Originally published on LiveJournal, 4/19/2010
Yesterday, we dropped the kids off at The Grandparents’ (thank you very much, Grandmama and Pa) and headed to Kansas for a meal and some much needed adult time with friends. We had a very good time: excellent homemade pizza and the joy of sharing in the cooking, getting to know each other all over again. I left with my emotional batteries recharged.
We also borrowed their lawn mower.
I pretty much give up on mowing the lawn between, say, mid-July and September 1st. The grass goes mostly dormant and I can’t see where I’m mowing when I get away from the more durable weeds on the margins. I let the weeds grow as long as I can ignore them, waiting for a day when the temp drops below 90º. We didn’t get one of those days for a long, long time, so unable to stand it anymore, I mowed the front lawn on Monday. The back was already done, a tough job because of the India crabgrass, which … Continue reading I’m just not a summer person.
Building a tomato cage out of wire strong enough to contain livestock comes with its own hazards. Continue reading More tomato cages