It never really worked over in the corner so we moved it and the hop rhizomes today.
I laughed longer at this than befits someone of my mature years.
Feet up to help my sore back, orange juice (with vodka and ginger liqueur) to help my cold. I’m ready for three days of sfa.
Our tomatoes are officially finished. We have canned the last!
I now hate raccoons more than squirrels. And that’s a lot.
Second hand arbour on kijiji = $60
3 cans of red spray paint = $20
Painting, digging, setup, transplanting = 4 hours total
Having a space for the hops to thrive = priceless.
Now to wait until next year to see if it was a good idea.
Harvested from our garden moments before cooking. I have not tasted anything that satisfying in a while.
I’m sitting on the cliff, writing and listening to my world. A tractor goes down 7th line, a pair of goldfinches cheep and Twitter their way across the sky, a cow lows in the distance, leaves rustle in the breeze. The sun dips behind the pines, making it comfortably cool. I look up to see a cottontail rabbit under the magnolia and a hummingbird perch on a ranch above it.
It is so fucking perfect here. I don’t want to be anywhere else.
I’ve decided to give up brewing and try my hand as a cardboard farmer. I’m told that in only a few weeks, this will sprout little cake boxes and in a month they’ll grow to packing boxes!
(no, not really. I’m just trying one of the methods to get rid of goutweed)
This is too small a space for what we put in it (spring onions, leeks, carrots, potatoes, tomatoes, cucumbers, peas and corn). Stay tuned for the 2020 expansion.