This week we are proud fur parents. We take Basil to doggy daycare every other week or so for a play date to keep him socialized and to get some of that extra energy out during the fall and winter. With the beginning of a new month, comes a new doggy daycare dog of the month. And guess who got it! Yup! Continue reading
In the post “A bridge over troubled water,” I was quite proud of the makeshift footbridge I built in one day entirely out of reused barn wood and beams. I’m not less proud of it, but I am more aware of its vertical challenges.
This weekend brought temperatures in the high forties. A welcome event for sure, but with 5 inches of snow still on the ground it also meant plenty of flash flooding. When I came home Friday night I was shocked to see how high our creek was. I’d say it’s the highest it’s been since we lived here, but before we cleared the land the wild growth would’ve hid most of this and I’m sure this might be its regular flood bank.
The bridge held true, though. Despite clogging up with sticks and logs, it didn’t wash away as water rushed over top of it. I’m confident this summer it will provide an ample ingress/egress from the west to the east side of the property, but it’s likely temporary.
The most amazing thing about our creek is how quickly it sheds water. By Saturday morning, a mere 12 hours after the video and picture, it was back to nearly it’s current flow. I pulled a lot of crap out from underneath the bridge and it was like pulling the drain plug in a bath tub. It instantly sucked all sorts of twigs and branches to other side and proceeded to flow normally. It’s always fun to watch firsthand how quickly nature changes it’s mind.
I must be in a self-deprecating mood, because much like my last post, this is not the most flattering example of my abilities as a homesteader. But, it’s a reminder to think twice, trust your intuition and to remember things aren’t as bad as they seem. It started on a Saturday morning…
I’ve said on several occasions that one of the best parts of our new place is the ability to always keep busy and learn something new. Since college (I hated school until then) I’ve always enjoyed learning. An instrument, a new hobby, even the detailed history of a town or event. Now I have the space and opportunity to remodel kitchens, fix old barns, repair cars, do electrical work, learn about firearms, etc. This sounds well and good, but I’m actually terribly unfocused.
Kate and I both moved to the country, in part, because of a love for animals, so it’s kind of ironic to double-post about removing them. But thus is a part of life out here.
I don’t think I ever kill a mouse without thinking about the Robert Burns poem To a Mouse… – but not in a poetic way. Translated, it is Burns’ true account of the pain he felt upon turning over a mouse nests with his plow – knowing the little thing would perish as a result. Continue reading
Being on the farm now for a year and a half or so, I’ve learned to recycle and reuse a lot more than cans and paper. Sure, we’ve bought some equipment new, but it’s always rewarding to make something on the cheap that works pretty dang well. Being out in the country with the closest big name retail store 30 miles away, you learn to make do with what you have.
I don’t intend this to be a political blog, but anytime you’re talking about property ownership, zoning, farming and potentially running a business, the P word is going to come up. And that has me wondering…
Does homesteading have to come with a political ideology?
Whether laziness, a lack of county garbage pickup or a fascination with setting things on fire – our land has no shortage of garbage piles. I understand options were limited for refuse removal in rural areas… but I question why garbage on our land is so widespread. Each time we clear more brush on the homestead, we find more trash. This week we unearthed quite the pile of old cans.