Last year I was all over that garden weeding and pruning and picking.
This year? Well... let me just say hats off to our ancestors who somehow managed their homes and gardens with 12 babies pulling on their aprons. It makes me ashamed of myself... and of my garden.
Last year, I didn't realize until it was too late what those nasty, purple, gooey spots on my car were. I thought they were a nuisance! It wasn't until closer inspection that I saw they were mulberries. Mmmm... mulberries... I remember my mama making mulberry cobbler out of those rich-tasting berries from the tree by the barn. Sadly, I let the berries go to waste last year except for one sandwich size Ziploc bag full.
And in Georgia, too! My nephew and I made a list last week of things we wanted to do this summer when he comes over. On that list was a snowball fight.
Holy cow. This. Was. Fun.
Like, I turned into a little kid again fun.
Since Mister and I have been married my nephew has gotten to come over a few times each week during the summer. When we lived in apartments we would enjoy the pool, Callaway, and pretty-much-whatever-he-wanted-to-do. That could be tie-dyeing shirts or, like yesterday, making a lady bug house. Don't get me started on that! If it works, I'll let you in on it!
1. The power bill. Need I say more?
2. My mama did it.
3. Why waste a perfectly good sunny day?
Just not the kind you eat. Who knew that a mere three weeks after writing that last post, Colt would be here?! Yes, the little man was six weeks early and we were blessed to exeperience the roller coaster called the NICU.
How can those two words be in the same sentence together?
My question is how could they not be?
Since finding out we were expecting, I've been paranoid about fumes. Smoke, bleach, cleaners, and bug spray. Especially bug spray. If it can KILL something and I can smell it, then what's it do to me?!
This past weekend was a busy one in front of the twin cedars. It mostly involved scooping a lot of poop. And I mean A LOT. Almost five gallons of rabbit poop, ten gallons of a beautiful hay and goat poop mixture, and a nice ten gallon bucket of chicken poop. It's amazing what you get from two pygmies, nine chickens, and four little bunnies!
You know the saying, "Got your goat." You say it when you're upset about something or when something just isn't going right... or some one plays a trick on you. My goat was had today.
Remember my post about having been on Twin Cedars for a full year now? Yeah, I've got plenty to add to that list of things I've learned... I'll save it for year two. So, next September, be ready for another list!
Can I tell y'all about today?
We closed on our house on August 30, 2011. I remember getting those keys and Mister and I calling our family members to tell them the news... then I remember us feeling sick. "Did we just do the right thing?" "Are we going to regret this?" "Can we handle it?"
Maybe it is crazy to do all this stuff that Mister and I have been doing. Maybe growing your own food, preserving that same food you grew, butchering your own animals, and cooking all your own meals is crazy. But if it is, I really don't want to be sane. I guess the only difference between myself and the people who think it's crazy are the things we buy at the grocery store.
This past week we added quite a few things to the Twin Cedars.
I'm Heather, a twenty something that is just starting out in this whole home owning and homesteading thing. My Mister and I moved into our first home in September of 2011. It takes daily hard work to make it a place of peace and rest... I started to say peace and quiet... but if you know us, well, that just doesn't fit. Heehee! I love Jesus, Jane Austen, and Josh. My three loves I found in respective order. If you turn on an Alabama song or old country music I'll sing to the top of my lungs. I love to cook in cast iron, can food from my garden, and take care of all these little homestead critters. Those are just a few of the many things I love in this ol' world. Follow me and you are sure to find out more!
Keep in touch! Subscribe to my blog for updates. Just enter your email address below.