Wednesday, September 5, 2018


Bees, Bunnies, Battlestar Galactica

If you’re an Office fan you’ll get my headline… In one episode Jim copies Dwight’s mannerisms and says the phrase "Bears, Beets, Battlestar Galactica.” And it’s hilarious. If you’re not an Office fan, well I am not sure we can be friends.

We're busy, but luckily we have this super smart pig to help us with our chores. I'm totally kidding, but he's so cute.

The last few months have been really busy. The garden and chicken coop were really time 
consuming. 


But it was well worth it. We ate so many fresh veggies and canned some soup and salsa.

So much produce!

Luckily he knows what to do!

Peeled tomatoes

Soup

They all sealed. Whew!


The chickies are living the dream. Vegetable scraps and sunflower seeds galore. Hopefully, we’ll get some eggs in return soon.

We want eggs!


On the flip side we had a bee problem. Actually I think they were wasps. (I’m not changing my headline so picture crazy waspy bees with black bodies and mean eyes.) Michael was trimming some trees down by the mailbox and all of a sudden he was getting attacked by aggressive stinging insects.

Look at that ankle!



We got spray, but it wasn’t good enough. Michael wanted to purchase a blow torch. But we worked together to get the nest down. I was the driver, Michael had a hoe. I drove passed the nest slowly and he swung at it. It was petrifying. I felt like we were part of the mafia. But we got them, and walking down the driveway is safe again.

I have a video of this drive by, but I'm not techy enough to embed. 


The other big news is we gave the bunnies away. In a month, I realized I was not a bunny person. But the people who rehomed the bunnies LOVE bunnies. They already have plans for a better set up than we had. I am very happy for them. They were so cute, but a lot more time consuming than I realized. I’ve learned to do a little research before I fall in love with fluffy animals. Goodbye Salt and Pepa. You gave us a few laughs, but mostly just a lot of poop.





My back porch looks clean again. I’m ready to decorate it for fall. I planted some mums, and we found a surprise pumpkin on the property. I’ll slowly start getting some fodder and scarecrows out. Maybe when it’s not 95 degrees.









Trying to decide if we should plant a fall/winter garden…maybe with some beets. Ha!



1 comment:

  1. A breezy read on the good life, what the gentleman (gentlewoman) farmer must have enjoyed in 1960s.

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