Hey, Bailey! Want to come over and hang out?
Oh, yeah, we're killing chickens today. You mind lending a hand?
Hey, Bailey! Want to come over and do something fun?
Oh, yeah, first we need to mow and weed wack ... and then we need to level the ground because my dad wants to put up a pool.
I tell you, we get more work done around here when poor Bailey comes over.
Today, Bailey is taking the day off. But Michael is implementing "Project Pool" in the backyard. While I always visualized I'd hold out for something like this:
Michael apologizes that the view of my garden will be obstructed by this piece of art:
Well, champagne dreams on a beer budget. At least Michael and the kids will have fun. He even went the extra mile to get the salt water versus chlorine system. I have an aversion to super chlorinated water. He's such a sweetie.
In other news, the turkeys are doing well.
My "three sisters" planting seems super happy:
The garden huckleberries (while seriously not at all delicious yet) seem to be very happy:
I've read that the trick to making the garden huckleberries (versus the wild huckleberries that are more like a blueberry) delicious is to boil them with 1/3 cup of baking soda and wash and drain them. It apparently gets rid of the yucky flavor. Then I can cook them up with sugar, lemon and tapioca and make some fantastic pie and jam. I'll let you all know how that comes out.
And if I photo the old garden plot from this angle, you can hardly tell how neglected it is (except for the spire of the one weed poking out of the mums like an antennae!):
And we're getting the odd berry here and there. Not enough for a pie or anything. But it's fun to steel a couple while hanging out laundry or taking a look at the general state of neglect in this vast amount of space I felt I so desperately needed.
This is probably the prettiest view of the pool:
Well, maybe I can plant some stuff around it and make it more attractive by hiding the sides of it or something. Michael and the kids are pretty stoked to have an oasis in the middle of our foxtail farm.
Oh, yeah, we're killing chickens today. You mind lending a hand?
Hey, Bailey! Want to come over and do something fun?
Oh, yeah, first we need to mow and weed wack ... and then we need to level the ground because my dad wants to put up a pool.
I tell you, we get more work done around here when poor Bailey comes over.
Today, Bailey is taking the day off. But Michael is implementing "Project Pool" in the backyard. While I always visualized I'd hold out for something like this:
Michael apologizes that the view of my garden will be obstructed by this piece of art:
Well, champagne dreams on a beer budget. At least Michael and the kids will have fun. He even went the extra mile to get the salt water versus chlorine system. I have an aversion to super chlorinated water. He's such a sweetie.
In other news, the turkeys are doing well.
My "three sisters" planting seems super happy:
The garden huckleberries (while seriously not at all delicious yet) seem to be very happy:
I've read that the trick to making the garden huckleberries (versus the wild huckleberries that are more like a blueberry) delicious is to boil them with 1/3 cup of baking soda and wash and drain them. It apparently gets rid of the yucky flavor. Then I can cook them up with sugar, lemon and tapioca and make some fantastic pie and jam. I'll let you all know how that comes out.
And if I photo the old garden plot from this angle, you can hardly tell how neglected it is (except for the spire of the one weed poking out of the mums like an antennae!):
And we're getting the odd berry here and there. Not enough for a pie or anything. But it's fun to steel a couple while hanging out laundry or taking a look at the general state of neglect in this vast amount of space I felt I so desperately needed.
This is probably the prettiest view of the pool:
Well, maybe I can plant some stuff around it and make it more attractive by hiding the sides of it or something. Michael and the kids are pretty stoked to have an oasis in the middle of our foxtail farm.
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