If there were such a thing…

…as attack broccoli, I think I may have planted it.  Having built raised beds, I was a bit behind in my plantings this year, so I purchased some plants from the local store.  The organic broccoli I purchased, is apparently much quicker to make the florets than our past broccoli plants.  Add to that the…

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Well…that was that.

In more ways than one.  I just sent an email telling the Singapore folks that I am withdrawing as a candidate.  I was due for a third interview today.  I am still too much in limbo.  Going overseas again feels like running away from limbo, but I have a feeling that the limbo would still…

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A theme change…

…is all about spring cleaning, right?  At least that is what I told myself when I selected a new theme.  I pushed the activate button.  I saw all of my blog posts go into hiding.  I added some snappy new headers from photos I took around the farm.  I realized this theme really needs many…

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The baby peepers are hiding…

…in the chicken coop. The black shadows cast by the birds swirling overhead have chased them inside.  They have no need to worry though.  The shadows are not cast by hawks or eagles this time.  But the vultures who have gathered to dine on the fallen calf in the neighbor’s field next door. Yesterday morning,…

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I’m feeling a bit…

…boxed in.  This could be because I have just finished constructing eight new raised garden boxes in our garden space.  I am fond of these new beds.  I hope they save my back from the sorts of jabs and aches that come with too much bending over.  Last summer I picked over 1000 tomatoes of…

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It may seem slightly obsessive…

…but I’ve been posting a lot about chickens of late.  I haven’t said much about the raised garden beds I am building, the metal I am plasma torching, the garden fence I am welding (well…organizing so the spouse can weld), the donkey who has been kicking…nope.  Mostly chickens.  I never really thought I could be…

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Spring is a time…

…for chickens with injured feet.  Not having been around chickens in the spring before, I find myself somewhat dismayed at their trouble with keeping their feet free from ouches.  Now, given that they wander roughly five of our acres willy nilly (and, due to the terrible influence of Snap, Crackle, and Pop…sometimes down the road…

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Knee deep in mud…

…apparently, it is spring in this area of the USA.  My muddy boots (gray with little yellow daisies) are a sure sign that the time for gardening and growing things has arrived.  This is not to say that there wasn’t mud and muck all winter long as well, it is just that I had the…

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