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You need a dog!

So, just before Halloween, John and I went to Crystal Bay Farm for their celebration of art and music.  They’re just down the street and even though I buy strawberries from them all summer, through SCLF, I have never been to their farm!  It was great fun! More pumpkins than I knew existed (I’m going to have to go back to get identification for a few of them).  We marveled at how their crops could have done so well with the crazy summer weather that left our melons and pumpkins in a mushy pile!  We were also surprised to see that they have no deer fence. No fence at all!  Although we had no deer problems for the first 8 months that we were here, they managed to find us in August, just as the tomatoes were coming on full force!  What the foggy weather didn’t get, the deer did.  So we asked what the secret was, and Farmer Jeff said, “You need a dog!”.  They had 3 of them running around and never had any problems.

Now, it’s not as if I never thought of having a dog. I have tried it many times with no luck. I don’t have the patience or time that I think it takes to raise a puppy, and dogs that someone else has given up…well..there’s usually a reason for it.  One time I got a dog after a family friend passed away.  She was perfect! 85 pounds of loyal, fluffy, fun.  I loved her so much but then she got inoperable cancer. She died in my lap, on the vets exam room floor.  So I feel dog-cursed.  Nonetheless, John and I decided that it would be better to get a dog than to try to deer proof our rented property line.

Enter AFRP.  We saw on Craigslist that they were having an adoption day that weekend. They had a litter or Catahoula pups, 8 weeks old, that had been dumped in the SPCA night drop when they were only 4 weeks old!  One of them, a Red Merle with different colored marble eyes, just melted my heart, so I filled out adoption papers and we planned to stop at the adoption site on Saturday.  Just to see.  I had NO intention of bringing a dog home when we left to run errands that morning. I expected a long process.  When the foster people walked in with the puppy, it was love at first site!  Paperwork was quick and we spent the rest of the morning running errands with a puppy and adding pet food and toys to our shopping list.

Her given name was Pebbles, but that wasn’t working for me, so now she is Emma Bean.  She looks like a little freckled bean, and one of my girl Nia’s favorite books when she was little was Emma Bean.

Emma Bean is all love! She follows me around, loves to snuggle, is a quick learner and and sleeps all night in her crate!  As an added, although maybe unrelated bonus, there have been no deer attacks in the 2 weeks that we have had her.

Jeff was right, we needed a dog. I just had no idea how much!

Welcome home Emma Bean!

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You need a dog!

So, just before Halloween, John and I went to Crystal Bay Farm for their celebration of art and music.  They’re just down the street and even though I buy strawberries from them all summer, through SCLF, I have never been to their farm!  It was great fun! More pumpkins than I knew existed (I’m going to have to go back to get identification for a few of them).  We marveled at how their crops could have done so well with the crazy summer weather that left our melons and pumpkins in a mushy pile!  We were also surprised to see that they have no deer fence. No fence at all!  Although we had no deer problems for the first 8 months that we were here, they managed to find us in August, just as the tomatoes were coming on full force!  What the foggy weather didn’t get, the deer did.  So we asked what the secret was, and Farmer Jeff said, “You need a dog!”.  They had 3 of them running around and never had any problems.

Now, it’s not as if I never thought of having a dog. I have tried it many times with no luck. I don’t have the patience or time that I think it takes to raise a puppy, and dogs that someone else has given up…well..there’s usually a reason for it.  One time I got a dog after a family friend passed away.  She was perfect! 85 pounds of loyal, fluffy, fun.  I loved her so much but then she got inoperable cancer. She died in my lap, on the vets exam room floor.  So I feel dog-cursed.  Nonetheless, John and I decided that it would be better to get a dog than to try to deer proof our rented property line.

Enter AFRP.  We saw on Craigslist that they were having an adoption day that weekend. They had a litter or Catahoula pups, 8 weeks old, that had been dumped in the SPCA night drop when they were only 4 weeks old!  One of them, a Red Merle with different colored marble eyes, just melted my heart, so I filled out adoption papers and we planned to stop at the adoption site on Saturday.  Just to see.  I had NO intention of bringing a dog home when we left to run errands that morning. I expected a long process.  When the foster people walked in with the puppy, it was love at first site!  Paperwork was quick and we spent the rest of the morning running errands with a puppy and adding pet food and toys to our shopping list.

Her given name was Pebbles, but that wasn’t working for me, so now she is Emma Bean.  She looks like a little freckled bean, and one of my girl Nia’s favorite books when she was little was Emma Bean.

Emma Bean is all love! She follows me around, loves to snuggle, is a quick learner and and sleeps all night in her crate!  As an added, although maybe unrelated bonus, there have been no deer attacks in the 2 weeks that we have had her.

Jeff was right, we needed a dog. I just had no idea how much!

Welcome home Emma Bean!

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Milagros Pequeños

Miracles are natural. When they do not occur something has gone wrong.

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I was having a less than happy day today, so when I got home from work I rushed to the garden for some Horticultural Therapy…

Here are the Little Miracles that awaited…

potatoes, planted from seed in March

The first full size tomatoes! (we’ve been enjoying the cherry varieties for weeks now) The bigger one is an heirloom, Costoluto Genovese… Seedling from Green Planet Organics.

The smaller one is Stupice, seedling from Annie’s Annuals

And onions….lots of onions (this is only about 1/4 of them, the rest are going to stay in the ground to grow bigger).  It’s hard to tell the size of them, but the biggest ones are a little bigger than baseballs!

And please forgive my excitement, but here is another, more artistic shot…can’t you just smell them??  Those long ones are Heirloom Italian Red Torpedo.

And here they are, my Little Miracles of the day.  Oh, and one egg, different color and size from the one we got yesterday…

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Milagros Pequeños

Miracles are natural. When they do not occur something has gone wrong.

-author unknown

I was having a less than happy day today, so when I got home from work I rushed to the garden for some Horticultural Therapy…

Here are the Little Miracles that awaited…

potatoes, planted from seed in March

The first full size tomatoes! (we’ve been enjoying the cherry varieties for weeks now) The bigger one is an heirloom, Costoluto Genovese… Seedling from Green Planet Organics.

The smaller one is Stupice, seedling from Annie’s Annuals

And onions….lots of onions (this is only about 1/4 of them, the rest are going to stay in the ground to grow bigger).  It’s hard to tell the size of them, but the biggest ones are a little bigger than baseballs!

And please forgive my excitement, but here is another, more artistic shot…can’t you just smell them??  Those long ones are Heirloom Italian Red Torpedo.

And here they are, my Little Miracles of the day.  Oh, and one egg, different color and size from the one we got yesterday…

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Our First Egg!

This morning, I stopped in to say hello to the chickens and found one of my Cuckoo Marans

making herself a nest!

This evening, while I was making dinner, there was a ruckus in the coop and my boy said,”Sounds like someone’s laying an egg!”  We rushed down to find this beautiful thing

Our first egg from one of the 35 chicks we got back in March! Yay.

Her reward (and that of any one of the chicks that would eat them, one by one out of my hand)  was the last of the peas on the vine (except for what I’m saving for seed next time)

Even the ever suspicious, Sir, my French Blue Maran rooster tried one!

It’s a good day to be a farmer…

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Our First Egg!

This morning, I stopped in to say hello to the chickens and found one of my Cuckoo Marans

making herself a nest!

This evening, while I was making dinner, there was a ruckus in the coop and my boy said,”Sounds like someone’s laying an egg!”  We rushed down to find this beautiful thing

Our first egg from one of the 35 chicks we got back in March! Yay.

Her reward (and that of any one of the chicks that would eat them, one by one out of my hand)  was the last of the peas on the vine (except for what I’m saving for seed next time)

Even the ever suspicious, Sir, my French Blue Maran rooster tried one!

It’s a good day to be a farmer…

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This week in pictures

Just a few of the sights on the farm from the past week…

Baby Hales Best Cantaloupe

One lonely Fig on the tiny tree that wasn’t supposed to fruit for 2.5 more years!

There are loads of frogs in the greenhouse. I made them a little pond hoping that they will stay.

One of the Woodpeckers nesting outside

Adventures in canning, part I

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This week in pictures

Just a few of the sights on the farm from the past week…

Baby Hales Best Cantaloupe

One lonely Fig on the tiny tree that wasn’t supposed to fruit for 2.5 more years!

There are loads of frogs in the greenhouse. I made them a little pond hoping that they will stay.

One of the Woodpeckers nesting outside

Adventures in canning, part I

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The joy of Dirt Bathing

When my kids were babies, I used to love to watch them sleep. I could easily hold them through an entire nap, tracing the outlines of their little noses, kissing their perfect lips and loving them to depths previously unknown… Now my first born is 18 and stands 6’5″. My last born is still sweet and cuddly, but at 11 years old, she no longer qualifies for naps.

Fortunately, I now have several small, fluffy baby chicks to amuse and endear me.  They are about 12 weeks old and just discovered the joy of dirt bathing on a Summer’s afternoon.   Although it seems contrary, chickens use dirt or dust baths to clean their plumage. It is vital to their health, and especially fun to watch as they roll, wiggle and flap around in the loose dirt, collecting the dirt under their feathers.

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When they are done, they puff up, shake it all out and take a nap.  It is an event that I never get tired of because it reminds me of so many simple afternoons, so many years ago, spent watching my babies snooze.

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The joy of Dirt Bathing

When my kids were babies, I used to love to watch them sleep. I could easily hold them through an entire nap, tracing the outlines of their little noses, kissing their perfect lips and loving them to depths previously unknown… Now my first born is 18 and stands 6’5″. My last born is still sweet and cuddly, but at 11 years old, she no longer qualifies for naps.

Fortunately, I now have several small, fluffy baby chicks to amuse and endear me.  They are about 12 weeks old and just discovered the joy of dirt bathing on a Summer’s afternoon.   Although it seems contrary, chickens use dirt or dust baths to clean their plumage. It is vital to their health, and especially fun to watch as they roll, wiggle and flap around in the loose dirt, collecting the dirt under their feathers.

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When they are done, they puff up, shake it all out and take a nap.  It is an event that I never get tired of because it reminds me of so many simple afternoons, so many years ago, spent watching my babies snooze.