The days of this week have kind of blended into each other.
I have lettuces and onions in the dirt, in planters and greenhouse boxes, being moved in between the house and outside.
We have parent teacher conferences today, and then begins Spring Break. So not looking forward to the one, completely relishing the idea of the other. I love Spring Break. It's only a week, but we get extra cuddle time and plenty of outside time with the kids. Makes my heart happy.
Showing posts with label homestead. Show all posts
Showing posts with label homestead. Show all posts
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Monday, March 18, 2013
Monday, March 18, 2013
Today marks the beginning of planting season.
Seeds in the dirt, in the house, hopefully adequately protected from the cats.
Ground to till.
So much to get done.
For awhile, entries will be short.
Be patient.
I have onions in the dirt.
Seeds in the dirt, in the house, hopefully adequately protected from the cats.
Ground to till.
So much to get done.
For awhile, entries will be short.
Be patient.
I have onions in the dirt.
Friday, March 15, 2013
Friday, March 15, 2013
Yesterday was full of awesomeness. Money spending awesomeness, but still awesomeness.
I got a sewing machine, which I have been wanting for a few years. I got promised one over a year ago but the person who promised it has never come up with it, so I went looking at a thrift store. Found a great one, that had all the manuals. So, then, of course, I had to buy fabric. I will be making some aprons next week.
I also got a scale, which I need for selling stuff on Etsy, so I was super excited to find that. I was not the only one excited. As i was carrying the scale out to the car, some lady stopped me and offered to buy it from me. It has a huge base so i wasn't willing to do that, but I did point her into the Thrift Store, where they had others.
While i was browsing at the thrift store, I found a Spiderman comforter. My youngest daughter's bedspread recently got mangled when Bellatrix the puppy got ahold of the edge while she was in her cage when we weren't home, so she definitely needed a new one. And, she loves Spiderman. She was so excited when she saw it. Best $3.00 I've spent in awhile.
At Walmart I picked up a set of those pans that turns tortillas into taco salad shells in the oven, marked down on clearance to $7.00. I've been wanting one of those for quite awhile as well. I'm wondering about baking bread in it.
When I got home I went looking for fabric online. I found some cute dark red and brown striped material that will make a great accent for the new curtains I desperately need for the living room. I ordered swatches, so I can get solid material to match at a cheaper price locally, then I'll order a few yards of the striped material, which is about $8/yard, to accent the curtains. I love the idea of having a little bit of color in the curtains. If I have enough left over, I may use the same fabric for my bedroom, with a different main color. I got a swatch with light blues and yellows for the bathroom and laundry room. I am thinking about doing a fabric shower curtain (with a regular liner) so I may use that there as well. Those rooms are both south facing and get a lot of sunlight year round, and in the winter, they are the brightest rooms, so I'm hoping using the bright colors in those rooms will keep them looking cheerful all year long.
Last night's dinner was taco salad. It's too bad that I didn't have time to make tortillas so we could use our pans. But with being gone for so long,
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I also got a scale, which I need for selling stuff on Etsy, so I was super excited to find that. I was not the only one excited. As i was carrying the scale out to the car, some lady stopped me and offered to buy it from me. It has a huge base so i wasn't willing to do that, but I did point her into the Thrift Store, where they had others.
While i was browsing at the thrift store, I found a Spiderman comforter. My youngest daughter's bedspread recently got mangled when Bellatrix the puppy got ahold of the edge while she was in her cage when we weren't home, so she definitely needed a new one. And, she loves Spiderman. She was so excited when she saw it. Best $3.00 I've spent in awhile.
At Walmart I picked up a set of those pans that turns tortillas into taco salad shells in the oven, marked down on clearance to $7.00. I've been wanting one of those for quite awhile as well. I'm wondering about baking bread in it.
When I got home I went looking for fabric online. I found some cute dark red and brown striped material that will make a great accent for the new curtains I desperately need for the living room. I ordered swatches, so I can get solid material to match at a cheaper price locally, then I'll order a few yards of the striped material, which is about $8/yard, to accent the curtains. I love the idea of having a little bit of color in the curtains. If I have enough left over, I may use the same fabric for my bedroom, with a different main color. I got a swatch with light blues and yellows for the bathroom and laundry room. I am thinking about doing a fabric shower curtain (with a regular liner) so I may use that there as well. Those rooms are both south facing and get a lot of sunlight year round, and in the winter, they are the brightest rooms, so I'm hoping using the bright colors in those rooms will keep them looking cheerful all year long.
Last night's dinner was taco salad. It's too bad that I didn't have time to make tortillas so we could use our pans. But with being gone for so long,
Monday, March 11, 2013
Monday, March 11, 2013
Happy Monday, folks!
I know, I'm awfully chipper for a Monday. It's frightening, actually.
I woke up this morning feeling focused. I haven't felt focused in weeks-overwhelmed, I guess, with spring cleaning, sick kids, sick me, and a desire to be outside getting dirty.
I have a long list of things to get done, but it will all get done in time. I'm rather looking forward to the busy day, both inside and out. There's a ton of laundry to be done, and hopefully hung outside. I'm waiting for the snow to melt a bit more before I go that route, though. We have 2 feet drifts in some places on the property, so I'm trying to minimize the number of drifts I have to fight my way through. It's supposed to get into the 50s today, so hopefully the snow won't be here long.
Of course, the snow melting leads to mud, which is one of the reasons I have so many things on my to do list. My living room, and the path from the living room to the kitchen, is covered in mud, tracked in by dogs, kids, and the husband. Well, I brought some of it in, too. But I'll pretend to be blameless for this one.
I hope your Monday is focused and productive!
I know, I'm awfully chipper for a Monday. It's frightening, actually.
I woke up this morning feeling focused. I haven't felt focused in weeks-overwhelmed, I guess, with spring cleaning, sick kids, sick me, and a desire to be outside getting dirty.
I have a long list of things to get done, but it will all get done in time. I'm rather looking forward to the busy day, both inside and out. There's a ton of laundry to be done, and hopefully hung outside. I'm waiting for the snow to melt a bit more before I go that route, though. We have 2 feet drifts in some places on the property, so I'm trying to minimize the number of drifts I have to fight my way through. It's supposed to get into the 50s today, so hopefully the snow won't be here long.
Of course, the snow melting leads to mud, which is one of the reasons I have so many things on my to do list. My living room, and the path from the living room to the kitchen, is covered in mud, tracked in by dogs, kids, and the husband. Well, I brought some of it in, too. But I'll pretend to be blameless for this one.
I hope your Monday is focused and productive!
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Some days...
...when it hasn't been above freezing in a week and you just want to stay inside and watch the Law and Order: SVU marathon, but spend an hour outside working with the dogs...
...when the wind takes your breath away and you tell yourself that the chickens will be okay even though the coop door isn't shut and it's supposed to snow tonight so you go out anyway, refill the feeder and waterer, and shut the door...
...when you can't feel your toes and you have to go reset the circuit breaker for the back of the house, again, because you're trying to warm it up for your shower, finally...
...when the snow starts to fly again and you still haven't gotten to take a shower and the dogs need outside again and you need to take your cold meds and....
you wonder why you do it.
Then you watch the deer moving through your yard, as they do almost every afternoon, checking to see if you've dropped any goodies on the way to the chicken coop.
Then the barn cat sneaks inside because he's cold and you sit down after your shower and he curls up in your lap.
Then you have your lunch-toast, and eggs that didn't exist twelve hours before.
Then your kids come home and there's laughs and giggles in a room heated by fire.
And you remember...
...when it hasn't been above freezing in a week and you just want to stay inside and watch the Law and Order: SVU marathon, but spend an hour outside working with the dogs...
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...when you can't feel your toes and you have to go reset the circuit breaker for the back of the house, again, because you're trying to warm it up for your shower, finally...
...when the snow starts to fly again and you still haven't gotten to take a shower and the dogs need outside again and you need to take your cold meds and....
you wonder why you do it.
Then you watch the deer moving through your yard, as they do almost every afternoon, checking to see if you've dropped any goodies on the way to the chicken coop.
Then the barn cat sneaks inside because he's cold and you sit down after your shower and he curls up in your lap.
Then you have your lunch-toast, and eggs that didn't exist twelve hours before.
Then your kids come home and there's laughs and giggles in a room heated by fire.
And you remember...
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Saturday, February 2, 2013
The groundhog did not see his shadow today.
Which means absolutely nothing. The long term weather forecasts available online from various places, however, tell me that we are finally heading into Spring. Average temps this month will be in the 50s. I won't be planting anything this month, but I will definitely be outside.
Some days, you just don't get much done. Yesterday was one of those days. A bit of this, a bit of that, mostly helping my neighbor take care of some stuff that needed to be done. That's the way it goes some days.
Which means absolutely nothing. The long term weather forecasts available online from various places, however, tell me that we are finally heading into Spring. Average temps this month will be in the 50s. I won't be planting anything this month, but I will definitely be outside.
Some days, you just don't get much done. Yesterday was one of those days. A bit of this, a bit of that, mostly helping my neighbor take care of some stuff that needed to be done. That's the way it goes some days.
Friday, February 1, 2013
Friday, February 1, 2013
Yesterday was warmer still. We've gone from lots of snow in the yard to lots of mud. Still have sick kids home with a cough. I'm hoping it will be warm enough and not windy enough that we can go outside and let them get some warmth and sunlight to help.
Some days seem like I move in a circle from kitchen to laundry room to living room to outisde for something, and yesterday was one of those days. I do enjoy it, though. Some days, I'm in the kitchen for six hours or more a day. But it's all in the name of providing the healthiest food I can for my family.
This is radical homemaking. Perhaps we could even call it retro homemaking. Maybe our grandmothers did it. For sure, in most cases, our great grandmothers did it. For centuries, farmwives have been tending the garden, preserving the food, tending the livestock, at least those for home use. They have known animal husbandry, seasonal eating, planting by the signs of the moon, how to make lard, soap, and the best feed for their animals.
As technology advanced, women began to move out of the kitchen and off the homestead. Workplaces became open to them, either by choice or by necessity. And a few generations or so ago, women began actively fighting for their rights to do things like vote and own property of their own and work. Whatever you think of feminism, the be all end all of it is that women have a choice. A plethora of choices, if you will. You choices are based on your wants and needs, as are mine.
So I am proudly a radical homemaker.
We have better technology now, and can do more, faster. It's not that I want to undo any of that. It's that I want to know that I can do it. It's that I need that connection, that touchstone, to the past. It's that our food supply is full of artificial that and GMO'd this and frankly, I want to move away from that. But mostly, it's that I want to give my children a legacy, and past full of memories and skills they can hold on to as they grow. Sure, dance lessons or soccer would give them the same thing, but those things aren't available here, and if we lived in the city, we probably wouldn't be able to afford them. This love for the earth, respect for the food, knowledge of where their food comes from-that I can give them.
And some days, being a radical homemaker means I spend six hours in the kitchen. Yesterday's circuit went something like this
Dishes
Laundry
Check the fire
Clean in some room
Check the fire
Sprouts
Dishes
Check the fire
Sit for ten minutes
Lather, rinse, repeat
That's all in a normal day here.
We did go by our little local market. We don't shop there often because their prices are generally higher, but I found myself in dire need of something or other (yes, it was probably chocolate) so we went. I stumbled onto a bounty of fresh vegetables on sale. I bought some cucumbers, which I will pickle with onions in vinegar in the fridge for Mr. S., and some carrots that will go into the dehydrator. I found a package of marked down tomatoes that won't last long, but Mr. S. will enjoy them sliced with dinner for the next few days. He's the only one that will eat tomatoes like that.
Since we had carrots and cucumbers I decided to buy a head of lettuce, and made some ranch dressing mix when we got home. I used this recipe and while I'll have to agree that it made phenomenal ranch, the mix itself did not fit into a quart sized canning jar. I have it sitting in a baggie until I can use more and then I will move it into a jar.
Dinner last night was the aforementioned salad, and spaghetti and garlic bread. It was fantastic!
Some days seem like I move in a circle from kitchen to laundry room to living room to outisde for something, and yesterday was one of those days. I do enjoy it, though. Some days, I'm in the kitchen for six hours or more a day. But it's all in the name of providing the healthiest food I can for my family.
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| Photo Credit: La.Catholique |
As technology advanced, women began to move out of the kitchen and off the homestead. Workplaces became open to them, either by choice or by necessity. And a few generations or so ago, women began actively fighting for their rights to do things like vote and own property of their own and work. Whatever you think of feminism, the be all end all of it is that women have a choice. A plethora of choices, if you will. You choices are based on your wants and needs, as are mine.
So I am proudly a radical homemaker.
We have better technology now, and can do more, faster. It's not that I want to undo any of that. It's that I want to know that I can do it. It's that I need that connection, that touchstone, to the past. It's that our food supply is full of artificial that and GMO'd this and frankly, I want to move away from that. But mostly, it's that I want to give my children a legacy, and past full of memories and skills they can hold on to as they grow. Sure, dance lessons or soccer would give them the same thing, but those things aren't available here, and if we lived in the city, we probably wouldn't be able to afford them. This love for the earth, respect for the food, knowledge of where their food comes from-that I can give them.
And some days, being a radical homemaker means I spend six hours in the kitchen. Yesterday's circuit went something like this
Dishes
Laundry
Check the fire
Clean in some room
Check the fire
Sprouts
Dishes
Check the fire
Sit for ten minutes
Lather, rinse, repeat
That's all in a normal day here.
We did go by our little local market. We don't shop there often because their prices are generally higher, but I found myself in dire need of something or other (yes, it was probably chocolate) so we went. I stumbled onto a bounty of fresh vegetables on sale. I bought some cucumbers, which I will pickle with onions in vinegar in the fridge for Mr. S., and some carrots that will go into the dehydrator. I found a package of marked down tomatoes that won't last long, but Mr. S. will enjoy them sliced with dinner for the next few days. He's the only one that will eat tomatoes like that.
Since we had carrots and cucumbers I decided to buy a head of lettuce, and made some ranch dressing mix when we got home. I used this recipe and while I'll have to agree that it made phenomenal ranch, the mix itself did not fit into a quart sized canning jar. I have it sitting in a baggie until I can use more and then I will move it into a jar.
Dinner last night was the aforementioned salad, and spaghetti and garlic bread. It was fantastic!
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Saturday, January 26, 2013
I feel like I should talk about our first year on our property, and how we got where we are. I need to write it down to let go of those first year missteps and frustrations.
Mr. S. and I had talked about buying property and homesteading for years. Saving money was always an issue for us. We would get a little saved and the car would die, or there would be another hospital bill to pay, or something. It was always something. I had read Carla Emery's The Encyclopedia of Country Living from cover to cover a bazillion times, pointing things out to Mr. S. and we knew this was the life we wanted. We just couldn't get out to the land.
The property we are buying now pretty much fell into our hands. We were visiting friends and talking about our desire to move from our then current residence where we had a draconian landlord. They mentioned that the property next to them was empty, and had been sitting empty for a few years. We went over and peeked inside windows and walked around. There was a shed that needed a new roof, and a few outbuildings that had been used for chickens. We found out who the owner was, and Mr. S. actually knew him! Advantages of living in a small town.
So before we really knew what was happening, we were contracting to buy the property. Since the housing market was tanked, and land here is pretty cheap anyway, the price was something we could handle. The payments were no more than our rent had been. The house was, technically, too small for our family, but we planned to add on. We had big dreams.
It took us a month to move in. By the time we were done, we had blown another month's rent on the old place, and had spent money on a fridge, stove, washer, dryer, completely rebuilt the bathroom and substantially rebuilt the plumbing to make the house habitable. The rebuilds had lowered the cost of the house, so we knew there were going to be issues, but we didn't expect the financial outlay. We cooked on the grill, in a crockpot, and in an electric skillet for a month while we looked for a used propane stove so we wouldn't have to pay to have one converted over to propane.
By the time we got somewhat settled in, it was July. Outdoor temps were over 100 degrees. We tried to plant a basic garden with some tomatoes, carrots, and a few other things, but the summer heat just did us in. So we shelved our garden plans and hung out inside during the day, trying to stay cool under the ceiling fans. We would sit outside in the evenings, grateful to finally be able to get outside. If we were quiet enough, we could watch the deer go through the yard.
I did get a compost bin started the first summer. I can still see the remains of that first compost pile, with some stuff not even broken down yet, because I didn't know what I was doing.
We had some fantastic storms, and lightning struck in the yard one day. We got hit by a microburst while huddled in a closet in the boys bedroom. We lost power with every storm, and loved every minute of it. Well, except for that whole huddled in a closet thing. That kind of sucked.
Summer started winding down, and we had a new issue. Bears. Lots and lots of bears. We built a trash enclosure, and still they came. Oh! The compost bin! Yes. Bears, and deer, love compost bins.
Fall came in a rush and we realized the house was nearly impossible to heat. We have a wood burning stove, but it simply doesn't do the job when it's 20 below 0. Or 20 above 0. At that point we began talking about demoing the house and putting a modular on, once the property is paid off.
We got dogs, a Golden Retriever named Rocky that some friends were desperate to re-home, and a mutt puppy named Bellatrix. Rocky sleeps through even the bears in the trash can, while Bella loses her mind when the deer walk through. Never a happy medium with those two.
We made it through the winter with no frozen pipes, although I slept in the living room with the woodstove and the kids. Mr. S. could sleep outside in a blizzard, so he slept in the bedroom.
When Spring made her glorious appearance, I was in a hurry to DO.ALL.THE.THINGS. Everything I'd ever read about, I wanted to get going right then and there. I got the herb garden tilled and the vegetable garden prepped and then? I decided it would be a good idea to start selling Scentsy. Note to self and other homesteaders: Do not attempt to start a business while you're also attempting your first few years at homesteading.
I got busy with the business, which is a good thing, but then, before I knew it, it was too late to plant anything. Then it got into summer and the kids were home and the business died a slow, painful death. Not only was I out of my mind to take on such a venture, I feel guilty for investing money into it. That money could have gone into our homestead, or bought groceries, or bought a truck.
Our first year was over and we had done...exactly nothing on our homestead. It was a combination of being overwhelmed, the whole Scentsy thing (I'm not talking bad about Scentsy, just about my decision to sell it) and wanting to do too much, too soon. I've always had a bit of a problem staying focused.
So I sat down, looked realistically at my business, and our homestead, and our priorities. I talked with Mr. S. I meditated. I prayed. And came to the realization that had led us here all along. The priority has to be the homestead. This land we've been blessed with, that is our responsibility to tend and bless, to make it grow and be.
Summer wound down, and we bought our first chickens. Fourteen noisy, chirpy, adorable little chicks nested for two weeks in my bedroom (the only place we could isolate them from the dogs and the cats that come inside). We did some repairs on the coop, then moved them in. They grew into adult chickens who still don't give us eggs yet. We have Easter Eggers, Australorps, and Barred Rocks. If I ever need to buy new stock, they will be Australorps. They are HUGE.
We gave one of the roosters to a neighbor who didn't have any, when we found the first fox in the yard. We all made it through the winter, and I was much warmer, and in the bedroom, because Mr. S. bought me an electric blanket for Christmas. The kids survived. The chickens survived. We were doing it.
So now, I'm looking at Spring again, her glorious appearance evident by the chinooks that are already blowing down the mountains and knocking out our hot water heater's pilot light. We've had some amazingly warm days, although today is a bit cooler and cloudy. I no longer plan to do ALL.THE.THINGS. At least not right now. We're pretty buried in stuff to do but not overwhelmed. If I can't get outside today because of the weather, so be it. I have plenty of stuff to do in the house.
Today I made Make Your Own "Bisquick" mix, and made waffles for breakfast, along with a batch for the freezer for breakfast on a weekday. I have to clarify some sausage fat and do more cleaning. Always cleaning. I'll be making more plants pots (which is vastly different than pot plants) and if I can get outside I'll move more leaves to the garden.
Dinner tonight will be a pasta casserole, herbed bread, and green beans.
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| Photo Credit: cwwycoff1 |
The property we are buying now pretty much fell into our hands. We were visiting friends and talking about our desire to move from our then current residence where we had a draconian landlord. They mentioned that the property next to them was empty, and had been sitting empty for a few years. We went over and peeked inside windows and walked around. There was a shed that needed a new roof, and a few outbuildings that had been used for chickens. We found out who the owner was, and Mr. S. actually knew him! Advantages of living in a small town.
So before we really knew what was happening, we were contracting to buy the property. Since the housing market was tanked, and land here is pretty cheap anyway, the price was something we could handle. The payments were no more than our rent had been. The house was, technically, too small for our family, but we planned to add on. We had big dreams.
It took us a month to move in. By the time we were done, we had blown another month's rent on the old place, and had spent money on a fridge, stove, washer, dryer, completely rebuilt the bathroom and substantially rebuilt the plumbing to make the house habitable. The rebuilds had lowered the cost of the house, so we knew there were going to be issues, but we didn't expect the financial outlay. We cooked on the grill, in a crockpot, and in an electric skillet for a month while we looked for a used propane stove so we wouldn't have to pay to have one converted over to propane.
By the time we got somewhat settled in, it was July. Outdoor temps were over 100 degrees. We tried to plant a basic garden with some tomatoes, carrots, and a few other things, but the summer heat just did us in. So we shelved our garden plans and hung out inside during the day, trying to stay cool under the ceiling fans. We would sit outside in the evenings, grateful to finally be able to get outside. If we were quiet enough, we could watch the deer go through the yard.
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| Photo Credit: NatalieMaynor |
We had some fantastic storms, and lightning struck in the yard one day. We got hit by a microburst while huddled in a closet in the boys bedroom. We lost power with every storm, and loved every minute of it. Well, except for that whole huddled in a closet thing. That kind of sucked.
Summer started winding down, and we had a new issue. Bears. Lots and lots of bears. We built a trash enclosure, and still they came. Oh! The compost bin! Yes. Bears, and deer, love compost bins.
Fall came in a rush and we realized the house was nearly impossible to heat. We have a wood burning stove, but it simply doesn't do the job when it's 20 below 0. Or 20 above 0. At that point we began talking about demoing the house and putting a modular on, once the property is paid off.
We got dogs, a Golden Retriever named Rocky that some friends were desperate to re-home, and a mutt puppy named Bellatrix. Rocky sleeps through even the bears in the trash can, while Bella loses her mind when the deer walk through. Never a happy medium with those two.
We made it through the winter with no frozen pipes, although I slept in the living room with the woodstove and the kids. Mr. S. could sleep outside in a blizzard, so he slept in the bedroom.
When Spring made her glorious appearance, I was in a hurry to DO.ALL.THE.THINGS. Everything I'd ever read about, I wanted to get going right then and there. I got the herb garden tilled and the vegetable garden prepped and then? I decided it would be a good idea to start selling Scentsy. Note to self and other homesteaders: Do not attempt to start a business while you're also attempting your first few years at homesteading.
I got busy with the business, which is a good thing, but then, before I knew it, it was too late to plant anything. Then it got into summer and the kids were home and the business died a slow, painful death. Not only was I out of my mind to take on such a venture, I feel guilty for investing money into it. That money could have gone into our homestead, or bought groceries, or bought a truck.
Our first year was over and we had done...exactly nothing on our homestead. It was a combination of being overwhelmed, the whole Scentsy thing (I'm not talking bad about Scentsy, just about my decision to sell it) and wanting to do too much, too soon. I've always had a bit of a problem staying focused.
So I sat down, looked realistically at my business, and our homestead, and our priorities. I talked with Mr. S. I meditated. I prayed. And came to the realization that had led us here all along. The priority has to be the homestead. This land we've been blessed with, that is our responsibility to tend and bless, to make it grow and be.
Summer wound down, and we bought our first chickens. Fourteen noisy, chirpy, adorable little chicks nested for two weeks in my bedroom (the only place we could isolate them from the dogs and the cats that come inside). We did some repairs on the coop, then moved them in. They grew into adult chickens who still don't give us eggs yet. We have Easter Eggers, Australorps, and Barred Rocks. If I ever need to buy new stock, they will be Australorps. They are HUGE.
We gave one of the roosters to a neighbor who didn't have any, when we found the first fox in the yard. We all made it through the winter, and I was much warmer, and in the bedroom, because Mr. S. bought me an electric blanket for Christmas. The kids survived. The chickens survived. We were doing it.
So now, I'm looking at Spring again, her glorious appearance evident by the chinooks that are already blowing down the mountains and knocking out our hot water heater's pilot light. We've had some amazingly warm days, although today is a bit cooler and cloudy. I no longer plan to do ALL.THE.THINGS. At least not right now. We're pretty buried in stuff to do but not overwhelmed. If I can't get outside today because of the weather, so be it. I have plenty of stuff to do in the house.
Today I made Make Your Own "Bisquick" mix, and made waffles for breakfast, along with a batch for the freezer for breakfast on a weekday. I have to clarify some sausage fat and do more cleaning. Always cleaning. I'll be making more plants pots (which is vastly different than pot plants) and if I can get outside I'll move more leaves to the garden.
Dinner tonight will be a pasta casserole, herbed bread, and green beans.
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