Micro Entrepreneurism, Simple Living & Art
I’m pretty sure this happened in January, but was never adequately celebrated. We reorganized the kitchen. Or more correctly, mom reorganized the kitchen and I, at times, provided a second set of hands in order to help adjust the heights of the wire racks. This was an effort to combine the two wire racks into one corner of the house to make for more efficient cooking (can you tell we cook a lot?) and make room for a tiny eating space on the other side. Mission has been accomplished, except that we still don’t eat at the table. Despite that I actually really like to eat at a table. But the damn fire is just too pretty and too warm to be ignored.
Mom has really turned into quite the carpentress since moving here. Apparently a skill long waiting to be developed is now blossoming into full blown addiction. She even has her own little red wagon full of tools (accept its actually black, picture to be included in a later post) that she hauls around with her from one job location to the next. First, she installed molding in her bathroom in order to eliminate what she refers to as the “bug highway” that existed in the 1 inch gap between the tile and the wall. The occasional tiny roach was too much for her (did I mention that at my house the lady bugs and stink bugs smack you in the face as you sleep and the waspies come out to play when its warm?) Yea. But I digress. Miss Master Carpentress was just warming up with the molding. Then she painted our studio cabin (bright violet!) and built us a fabulous bookshelf all along one wall, completely repurposed from all the bunk bed frames that came with this place. Its brilliant. Now she’s making garden beds at break neck speed – in a race against, me, the garden bed filler, the soon to be warming weather (last frost date is the end of April, a month ahead of Floyd despite being only 35 minutes away) and the arrival of 600 onion starts and 50 asparagus crowns. The bed count so far: 12. I just realized yesterday that my original estimate of 16 was not going to be nearly enough. The race is on.
We’ve all been spending almost every pretty day outside. Mom making beds, me filling beds and planting seeds, and Hank we’ve dubbed The Land Man. He’s gone over all our existing trails with the tractor and he’s started laying out some singletrack! We got him a brandy new chain saw from our favorite local shop, the family owned and totally rad, Wood’s, and he’s been clearing the creekside for camping and hammocking and summer hangout spots. Just yesterday he made mom a front lawn and view down to the creek as well.
Before and after pictures coming soon. It’s impressive. We can actually see the creek from our porch now. The creek that we didn’t even know was here when we put an offer in on this place. I’d run outside and take pictures right now but A. its dark, B. I’m in bed and C. It’s raining. I’m giddy about the view, but also about all those trees (with the exception of the ones that we can use for firewood or fence posts) that I have now convinced them to let me put to good use making us an extra giant six foot tall hugelkultur berm in our front meadow. Tehehehehe. They don’t know what they’re in for. Hell, I don’t know what I’m in for.
That’s the seed starting room 2 days ago. Broccolis, Peppers, Tomatos, Onions, Parsley so far.
And that is our one and only broody chicken – Mamacita. She did this last Spring and started a goddamn broody epidemic in our coop. Our egg production went from mediocre to shitty in a matter of days. This time we took care of business quick. We put her in here to cool down and reconsider her decision. Two days later she was still broody, despite the cold. Now she’s at the bottom of a garden bed, along with 2 of our other 2nd year layers that a hawk got the very same day.
Last but not least, the mattresses. The mother F**cking mattresses. Remember when we were all excited about these? What a ridiculous disaster of a project. I now know why people just give up and go buy a mattress. Hell, we might just give up and go buy a mattress. But if we do, it will be from this guy. We made all the pods, all 89 of them or something. We paused Ragged Edge production, cleaned up the carbon fiber, and laid out the cotton and pins.
It took 3 of us right around 3 days. And we couldn’t imagine doing it with out our giant work tables – so no, I don’t recommend you try this. Now you’d think we’d be on the home stretch, but NO. The damn buckwheat hulls that we are spose to fill these suckers with are REEDICULOUSLY expensive, as in $2-8/lb PLUS shipping! All because people have gotten all googly eyed over how fabulous buckwheat hull pillows are. GRRRRR. Buckwheat hulls are a byproduct of making buckwheat flour – which I can buy, organic style for less then $2/lb. Not to mention that I can also by the whole seed for less then that too. But the hulls are hard to come by. Oh yea, and we need 350lbs of them for our two mattressi. Shenanigans.