1. Good morning! Yesterday on facebook I announced my new fan page. It’s so pleasing to sign in and look at the number counter. Welcome to all my friends past, present and future. I am so glad you stopped by! Refill the coffee mug, pull your chair closer to the fire and sit a spell.
2. Speaking of fires, Renoman has half the firewood stacked in the woodshed. It arrived late, we had a wet summer and his back kept going out on him. Stacking and storing are somewhat behind schedule, but it’s getting done. Some of the wood sizzles a bit while it’s burning, but most of it is okay. Looks like we’ll be staying warm another winter.
3. There aren't many photos of the garden this year. The fact is there wasn't much of a garden to shoot. I've always been all, Oh! I’m sooo going to be self-reliant and grow my own herbs and veggies. But I have a confession to make. I didn't spend much time in the garden this year at all.
Why did I not spend more time out there? After focusing on that question this week and trying to understand the problem it dawned on me. I do not feel safe. The beds have scrunched together over the last 3 years so there is hardly any room to shuffle through. The kale and volunteer tomatoes were particularly unruly.
Our garden paths are wonky and they're covered in straw which seemed like a good idea, but I constantly trip over the clumps. In the spring I was gardening and fell while Renoman was at work. The only thing hurt was my feelings and I was able to rutch my way to the nearest fence post to pull myself up, but I wasn't in a hurry to try again.
One challenge with Multiple Sclerosis is balance … more like a lack of it. I saw a facebook page once called, We’re not drunk. We have MS. That about sums it up right there, my friend. It’s not often I take a step, even in the relative security of my little Victorian farmhouse, that I don’t feel wobbly.
So, finding a solution before next spring is in the works. We need to have a symposium on it first, but Renoman may be clearing wider paths, laying down firmer pathways and building raised beds … I do mean RAISED beds – tall enough to reach without bending or squatting. Gardening is such an integral part of urban homesteading. I am determined to adapt.
4. Have you ever ground wheat berries into flour? A couple of weeks ago my friend, Holistic, and I spent most of the day together. Usually, when we spend the day together we waste it doing silly things like sipping tea, shootin’ the breeze and generally solving the world’s problems for politicians. I don't know why they never ask us for help. Geeze!
This visit we had an actual agenda --- try out new grinder; make bread; while bread is rising work on box stall; solve world problems ... again.
We read that people who are sensitive to wheat (me) can tolerate freshly ground flour. Um, no.
5. After what seemed like forever (did it seem that way to you?) we brought Lavender to the farmhouse. She will be unemployed and living at home - unlike the meat rabbits who will be working girls and living outside.
She’s entertaining and naughty. As I type this she is scampering around my feet and doing binkys … entertaining.
Binky verb binkys, binky•ing, binkied - to jump for joy (as in normal rabbit behaviour). True story.
Anything new happening at your place? Tell me all about it in the comment section below. You know I'll get back to you.