So, the sad news we came home to last week was that one of our chickens didn't make it through the summer. Unfortunately, the coop they boarded in while we were gone didn't have a roof, and we hadn't clipped our chickens' wings. One of them flew the coop, and was never seen again. RIP Sammy.
The happier news is that the other three are all in good health, and began to lay eggs! The family presented us with our chickens' very first egg (carefully blown and preserved) and my daughter has placed it in a handmade felted "nest" on our mantlepiece. Each chicken is currently laying an egg per day, usually between 8 am and noon. My daughter loves to hunt for them in their pen and brings them in daily. We are all very impressed with our chickens.
In other good news, we're feasting almost daily one salads from our garden, peas galore, and I'm waiting for one strange squash to ripen enough to pick. (If only I knew what it was, and when to pick it!)
In very exciting news, my brussels sprounts plants have survived, and I believe I'll actually get to eat brussels sprouts later…
A couple of days ago I posted about our new chicken coop/run attached to our small shed out back. Since he was working on the building already - jacking it up and installing the coop and run - my husband decided to go ahead and just turn the rest of the shed into a greenhouse/potting shed while he was at it.
He took off all the wood along one wall, and voila! - an old set of windows we've been holding onto for about six years miraculously fit perfectly. Well, almost perfectly. Since the shed itself isn't exactly "square" anymore, the windows don't line up perfectly, either, but that's okay. The first of several greenhouses and cold frames we've planned, it's great to open up the space to put our tomato plants. Terrace can be a cloudy, raining place at times, and tomatoes here need a boost of heat that only a greenhouse can give.
There's hope for tomatoes this summer, yet. We had a number of cherry tomato plants growing already. For father's day I got hubby a beefsteak one. We'll see what we get...
Yesterday I wrote about my trip to Prince Rupert, BC, with two good friends last week. I live in Terrace, BC, which is a small town about 500 miles due north of Vancouver. It's a small logging town that's in transition and is also somewhat of a base for many mining and natural resource projects around northern British Columbia. Prince Rupert is 1.5 hours away on the coast of Canada.
I left off after our hike on the Butze Rapids Trail. Exhausted, hot and hungry, the three of us made our way into Prince Rupert to eat lunch at the Crest Hotel. We'd ducked into the hotel before our hike to reserve my friend's favorite table. Front and center on the wall of windows looking out over the water, it's the perfect place for watching tankers, tour boats and tugs.
We made it to the hotel just in time and ordered our meals.
A week ago last Saturday I drove with two friends to Prince Rupert, a town about an hour and a half away from Terrace. Prince Rupert is a port town, that is becoming a major player in shipping from North America to China. We didn't get a chance to see the container port, but I'd love to stop by there next time.
Instead, we took our time driving along Highway 16 and taking in the spectacular mountain sights. It was a rare sunny day along the Skeena River, and I got some spectacular photos.
One stop we made was to check out a painting apparently made by First Nations people over a hundred years ago. Trees grew up in front of it, covering it from view until it was "Rediscovered" in 1950 and the trees were cut down to expose it to view. One of my friends knew approximately where it was, so we were driving fairly slowly when we passed the rock outcropping where the face is painted. Just as we passed it I glanced in my rear view mirror, which perfectly framed the red face staring back at me. A quick screech of tires and we pulled off…
You have to understand that we are thrifty folks. We don’t make big purchases lightly. As a friend once said to me, “You and your husband overthink everything, don’t you?”
Well, you could put it that way, but I think that thinking through major (and minor) purchases is a good thing. Our household monetary policy comes down to two fundamental ideas:
1. Money in the bank = freedom.
2. We are responsible for the consequences of our actions.
Let’s put it this way: consumption = less money + more waste, unless you are really thoughtful about the way you consume. I don’t know about you, but I do a major household cleanup at least twice a year, and until I really cut back on my spending, I would take away bags and bags of stuff no one used anymore each time. A few years back I began to make a concerted effort to change my ways. You know you’re consuming wisely when spring cleaning hits and you have nothing to give away or stock a yard sale with.
All of this to say that deciding to buy a second car wasn’t easy for me. We’ve been a one car family for nine years. It’s worked…Read More ->
We finally got our baby chicks today! They are camped out in my office, which is now well over 80 degrees. I’m sweating, but they love it. They were exhausted when we brought them in, and kept falling asleep. Just like human infants, they get tired to the point where they can’t fight it anymore, and they sag…until they’re conked out.
I’m just learning to make movies with my ipad, so this one’s super-short!
Tell me what you think – what else would you like to know about or see. I’ve taken a ton of pictures, too, and will continue to do so each day so we can all watch them grow together.
Check back tomorrow for another movie…..Read More ->
We spent Easter morning at the Spotted Horse Nursery here in Terrace, BC, where Kathy Jackson and her family put on an amazing Easter egg hunt every year. Somehow the weather is always beautiful and today was no exception. It was cool when we arrived but warmed up during the morning and by afternoon we were in shorts.
While we waited for the bell to ring to start the Easter egg hunt, I went and checked out the horses who were definitely waiting for treats of their own and checking out all the kids ready to run the minute the hunt officially started.
You can see the grounds in this picture. By the time the hunt began there were kids everywhere, tiny to big. I’m amazed every year how well behaved the kids are. No one touches an egg until it’s time, and I often see bigger kids being very sweet and helpful with the little ones. One funny thing the Jacksons do is fill a big wooden box with straw and hide eggs in the straw. There are holes cut all over the box so that kids can reach in and feel around until they find an egg. Long past when…Read More ->
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