I am referring to our inherited strangled and tangled mess of borders that are around the house. They were in the sort of shape where you walk into the house and a small part of you cringes at the sight of them. They got ripped out with the John D. Enough was enough. We had the best of intentions, thinking a little shoveling wouldn’t hurt us……. Wait! There is More!
Shane and Travis
Two cowboys, two brothers, two gates and two new pieces of equipment.
The United Nations of Apples
or maybe a small elitist group that breaks away from the United Nations thinking they are better than anyone else.
The following countries are represented in our new Urban Dirt Farm orchard; Holland, Russia, England, USA, Germany, Canada and Ireland with the oldest at 1700 and the youngest at 1920. We are bloody exhausted. Twelve apple trees, eighteen blackberries, twenty asparagus and two rhubarb plants later, we are dirty, tired and feeling like we accomplished something.
Beautiful Books
For those of you who call yourself true Seedlings……a child of the earth, who cares about animals and flowers and helps parents in the garden then there are certain books that if you have not read them yet……then you MUST. YOU MUST!
Its a Bloody Big Sign
and what a wonderful sign it is. Painted on an old door we found behind the garage at the farm house we had a fabulous local artist paint it with our new Urban Dirt Farm logo that Michele designed for us (see Excellent Designer link). We lack the talent to do these things. It will reside at the entrance of the farm on a fence that is yet to be built.
Been studying, been working, been travelling, been lazy, been drunk………..and that’s all the excuses I am willing to provide for my lack of doing anything at UrbanDirtGarden. Spring giddiness allowed me to turn over and weed the garden and put the potatoes into the cold frames yesterday.
I even got a sun burn watching Lucy play soccer. And then this morning…….oh yes, it bloody well snowed again and here I be, on the airplane, 45 minutes delayed trying to set off to work this morning.
Buried deep
covered in snow, the coldframes heaving with the latest snow fall. I’d brushed them off yesterday and figured I’d better finish the job before the temperatures plunged into the single digits.
like this, and you’ve been stuck at two different airports in one week, you must pay attention for it is natures way of telling you to hunker down, drink lots of gin and eat some comfort food.
Chicago's first snow fall
Comfort food is a necessary ingredient in life to prevent you from going mad. And we don’t have to kill ourselves to stay skinny, for skinny people are miserable bitches and those of us with a little plumptiousness are jolly and fun to be around. Wait! There is More!
I need this!
why oh why didn’t I think of this earlier. What a numb nut. I was pondering this fencing issue and the cost and the blah blah while sipping gin in my hotel room (stranded in New Orleans due to bad weather….such a shame) when out of the blue ether that is Tanqueray a light bulb went off.
Orange Sun
Orange is the color of Thanksgiving and this year was no exception. With gin and tonic in hand (well that was me), we took a walk to the top of the hill to see the sunset. It was COLD! Winter is here. We wore our hunting orange so that we didn’t get our heads blown off during deer season which is always a good idea……..wearing orange that is….not the heads blown off part.
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