Monday, September 21

Birds on the Wire

I went to take Snowy out to the field the other day and I heard these birds having a great time on the power lines. There were so many of them, the lines were sagging. An approaching car scared them to flight but I got a good picture anyway.

Frost on the Pumpkin

Tuesday, September 8

Pumpkins: Fall is Here

I took Connor out to the garden today and put him down next to his pumpkin. It is the only pumpkin I got this year, so I am giving it to him, being his first Halloween and all. And his first Fall. I hope he loves Fall as much as I do.

He has been sitting up on his own much better now so he did pretty well until he lost his ballance and fell backward onto so big leaves. He was very interested in the leave and started pulling out big handfulls and trying to eat them. I have a gardener in the making..... and his little shirt has tractors and cows and pigs and chicks on it. He is almost too big for it but I am squeezing him into it for as long as I can becasue it is my favorite.

I am hoping that next spring he will be able to get in the garden with me and I can start teaching him all about plants and vegetables. I only hope that he is interested in such things.

But for now, he is happy with his pumpkin and I am happy that Fall is finally here.

A Good Afternoon

Connor and I spent the majority of the afternoon streched out on a big, comfy oversized sleeping bag in the side yard. He loves to be outside, which is something I hope he carries with him forever. He likes to look up at the trees and watch the leaves blowing the breeze. He has started rolling over and trying to scoot around now which is more entertaining than my husbands entire entertainment center, dvd player included.

I did the usual and brought out magazines I wanted to actually try and read, a journal I wanted to try to write in and, of course, the laptop. My vice, I know.

So there we sat, and rolled, on the sleeping bag, watching the leaves dance.

I had a good vantage point to survey the yard and I started thinking of all the things I wanted to do - expand the vegetable garden to make room for more rows of peas, tomatoes and pumpkins, start getting the shed ready for the chickens I want to get next spring, and all of the other little projects that I hope will make my little dream of being more self-sufficient a realty. My goal is, if we are hit with some big ice storm this winter, to be fine. To have enough food, water, and of course, diapers, to last a while. To have the generator in good order, have candle and lamp oil, and all that other good stuff. Not a Little House on the Praire, I know, but it's a start.

It is an interesting dream I have - a huge ice storm rolling in and the whole state being shut down. No open stores, no open banks, and no power. I would cook on the propane grill, watch bread dough rise on the pellet stove, break out the oil lamps and spend the day reading books with Connor and practicing my knitting. Everything would be quiet. No tv (unless Roy decides he can;t live without seeing another episode of Eureka, and plugs the tv into the generator), no phone ringing and waking Connor up from his nap, and catching the news on the solar radio. Quiet. Just quiet.