What is the foundation of your life? I think about things like that when I’m hoovering or matching socks. I mean, what’s it all about really when you get right down to it? Well for us right now our foundation is this, Wood, concrete and metal pins. The foundations of our house have begun. This week the wet tile and basement walls will go in, by next week the framing of the house will start. Every time I visit this…
Triumph. Not just the name of my rather awesome motorbike, but also the natural state for a Jedi Knight. Behold the foundations of our new home. From here, I will plan and execute my inevitable domination of the world, or at least the Ontario niche alcohol and heritage farm products markets. The clock is ticking!
So how are you doing? Good weekend? Busy? Good weather? What’s that? Do I have any ridiculously cute pictures of chicks? Why, funny you should ask… And because everyone looks good in black and white… These photos aren’t wonderful as I didn’t want to freak out the little fluffs with a flash and it is over cast today so a bit dark for inside pics. But how good does a picture need to be in order to convey the fabulous…
We have chicks! I promise many pictures of ridiculously cute fluffiness are en route. Happy Weekend to all!
I hinted earlier in the week about my grand plans for future egg production on our farm. 19 days ago my friend kindly gave me 15 fertilised eggs and loaned me her incubator in lieu of a chicken mummy and away we went! Since then I have been turning the eggs 3-5 times daily (that’s what the pencil X and O are for on each egg) and candling them at 7, 10 and 14 days to remove any non fertile…
I’ve been thinking about it since last week but finally today I made a decision about our summer rhythm. This may not seem like a big deal but without it, a plan that we can work towards, things tend to go badly around here. We didn’t have a great start to our day today and that was the crunch moment, how are our days going to go so that we all know what to expect and we can avoid some…
Back in 2001 we still lived in the UK in a rather uninspiring “executive” home in Newcastle. Not very much happened until one day, the postman delivered a Census Form. It was the first time I remember it happening, or at least the first time I got to fill one out as a real live adult. The man of the house, so to speak. Now perhaps I should have taken it a little bit more seriously because in 200 years…
Things have felt really hectic around here recently, my brain is struggling to keep up. I know we are in for a summer of unpredictability so I’m trying to get into good habits where breakfast is concerned. I notice how much more I’m able to achieve if I’m not ready to gnaw of my arm by 10.30, so I’ve been focusing on making sure I eat well in the mornings. One of my recent faves is scrambled eggs with spinach…
It has begun! What was a rutted track is now a graveled lane way; the place that was previously used to dump old cars, batteries and oil cans is now the excavation site for our new house. All around us the site is transforming, in just a few short hours it went from a dream to a reality. Of course the boys are thoroughly enjoying the large piles of mud and big machines lying around the place… Yes even the…
The signs are very common in the country, often seen tied to old fences and gates or nailed to stakes. The basic idea is that the owner of the property needs some soil and is willing to let people dump it on his land for free. I always thought it was a bit of a waste of time. After all, when did you ever see a dump truck cruising the countryside looking for a place to offload 20 tonnes of…