Bufflehead Pond - Life on the farm

Twenty Things You Didn’t Know About Pumpkins

2019-01-07T20:21:00.000-08:00

...but were afraid to ask...

1. According to Wikipedia, a pumpkin is a cultivar of a squash plant, most commonly of Cucurbita pepo, that is round, with smooth, slightly ribbed skin, and deep yellow to orange coloration.

How did it get to be Christmas already?

2018-12-13T18:46:00.001-08:00

What a summer it was!

The garden expands each year, and I find myself almost living inside that wonderful fence, with little Koukla who loves to hang out in the garden with me.

The biggest news about the garden happened in April: I got a real greenhouse and we replaced all the wood chips in the pathways between raised beds with good old-fashioned sand.

First the greenhouse! This pic was taken before I moved a ton of pallets and supplies inside. We added two rain barrels to give clean chlorine-free water to all the seedlings, and they love it. It only took 4 years to get this, and not a moment too soon. Love love love my new greenhouse!

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Painting the mud room

2018-08-21T11:37:00.001-07:00

Painting the Mud Room

Sherwin-Williams has always understood me. They know that if they send me a coupon for 40% discount, I will be in their store in nanoseconds. They also know that, when we had the house built, I left two rooms unpainted (just basic ceiling white) because there had already been too many colors, texture, shape, size, pattern, etc., decisions to make and my decorator's brain was exhausted. Those two rooms would have to be painted another time, by me.

The coupon comes, Bruce goes out of town, and I get to work. What a horror of a room to navigate in with ladders, paint buckets, and drippy brushes! But I can do this! YES!

The mud sink (aka Mutt Sink)

Wood you do the same as I wood?

2018-06-28T08:26:00.000-07:00

Short Post. Bought a Lumber Mill this past winter in order to make use of some of the many logs that we have at Bufflehead Pond Farm. Most are trees that have fallen in a storm or were dead but standing so I cut them down. After buying the used Mill, my neighbor and I bought about 20 large Washington Redwood trees that had been cut down to make way for a new fire station on Bainbridge Island.

So I started with this:

And then we did this

And then we got this:

So I could make this

More projects coming

Survival of the Species

2017-12-12T16:50:00.002-08:00

Puttering in the garden is the only activity that sets my brain free from the daily concerns of running a farm business, wondering what’s for dinner, will I have time to bathe my dirty dog tonight, what are those (bleeping) politicians going to screw up next, and so on. It’s impossible to have stress in the garden, and that’s one of the reasons I spend so much time out there. Time to recover from daily brain damage, time to listen to the birds, time to touch the dirt/compost/vermiculite/peat mixture that our veggies love to sink their feet into, to feel the cool greenness of our growing “children” who want nothing more than to end up on our dinner plates.

Shuckin' and Chivin'

2017-10-09T15:42:00.001-07:00

My garden in autumn always looks like a hurricane went through it. (My apologies and sympathies to so many out there who actually did go through some horrid storms this year!) The tomatoes are at an end, still struggling to ripen before the rains descend, their leaves yellowed and tattered and pathetic. Peas have come and gone a couple of times now and the stragglers hang on the fencing with their tongues hanging out, making seeds for next year. Same with all the beans. The cucumbers Bruce uses to make The Best Pickles In The Known Universe have succumbed to the cool and the chickens today are happily munching on all the immature ones left on the dead vines.

New chives under protection of fading cornstalks

Spud Berries and Other Distractions

2017-08-06T14:02:00.000-07:00

Long ago and far away in a remote village in central France, a mere stone's throw from Chambord, we hopped into Dad's Van Ordinaire and headed to the local dump. This place wasn't shown on any tourist map but it should have been well marked... even highlighted. Aside from being the town's social gathering place on Saturday mornings, it was a literal treasure house of wonderful things, barely used, lovingly given up for adoption. First come, first served.

A stainless steel goldmine!

Fin de Bagnols

2017-07-30T13:37:00.000-07:00

Bagnols is a sweet little town in the heart of the Beaujolais grape growing and wine producting region of France, and I can't imagine a finer place to enjoy those delicious, sweet and tender green beans the French are famous for. But preferring to avoid airplanes, we now grow our own Fin de Bagnols from heirloom seed.

We don't know exactly why these beans were named Fin de Bagnols. It's a delicious little enigma since, in French, the word "fin" has about 50 different meanings. It could mean "the end of the town of Bagnols," although the town still exists. Or perhaps "at the edge of the town of Bagnols." Or "fin" could be taken to mean "thin, slender, or very fine." Pas de quoi. They're French beans and that's all we are ever likely to know.

Fin de Bagnols - delicious French beans

If in Doubt, Rout it Out!

2016-12-13T18:17:00.001-08:00

No, this is not a picture of Bali, the most beautiful and serene spot on earth, where I'll be off to in a couple of weeks. December isn't especially kind to Bufflehead Pond Farm and its denizens, and this denizen in particular is getting out of Dodge for a couple weeks. But not until the rest of my garden is prepared for spring, with all the new raised beds built and filled with rich delicious compost and dirt for our new green babies...

The Big Chill

Don't go in the deep water unless you can swim

2016-10-31T10:57:00.000-07:00

You don't want to own a bunch of equipment unless you can repair it. Nobody can afford to take their tractor, implement, tool, system, whatever to a retail repair place every time something breaks. Recently, due to the weather clearing for at least a few hours, I decided to use my tractor mounted wood chipper to chop up some small branches and limbs that I had trimmed from trees surrounding the area close to the house. We use the wood chips as mulch and as ground cover in the garden area and a few more spots around the farm. Here's the set up.

So I'm chipping away and there is a rod which is attached to the feed roller which allows the operator to raise the feed roller from outside the feeder chute. Obviously this is the only safe way to clear a jamb in the feeder. So this rod breaks free at the weld where it attaches to the feed roller mechanism. Did I mention that this is a Chinese designed and manufactured chipper? Not my first problem with quality but the only chipper I could afford in this size.

So back into the shop to effect repair. I have a small MIG welder that has paid for itself just doing little repairs like this. I grind the area where the parts will be (re) joined in order to have clean surfaces. Had to be creative with a couple of clamping pliers in order to hold the parts in place.

Parts joined. Weld isn't the prettiest but should hold. But wait there is more.

In order to prevent a future failure I added a short brace to the handle rod. Made these two braces from 1/8" steel that I had laying around the shop. Welded one on each side and back in business.

Fun & Healthful Dog Food from Kitchen Scraps

2016-10-11T19:23:00.001-07:00

For all of you who have asked us for advice on feeding their pets, I wish we could. We are not experts in animal nutrition, so all we can talk about is what we do for our little muttlets!

In short, we mainly feed raw and organic selections made from beef, chicken, turkey and occasionally bison. We buy from a local manufacturer, and keep it frozen until we’re ready to feed The Skids.

Chicken/Turkey Gourmet Blend

But this can be expensive! So what we also do is save our cooking scraps and make homemade meals from fresh, wholesome people food. Here’s how:

First, no grains (wheat, barley, oats, corn, rice, etc.), no potato or sweet potato.
For carbs, add carrots and carrot peelings and fresh or fresh frozen apples.
For green, add broccoli stems and spinach
For meat, use everything left on the bird (chicken or turkey) except the bones.

It takes a month or two to accumulate enough scraps from cooking, including complete chicken and turkey carcasses, with everything going into doggie bags in the freezer. Then, when the freezer is bursting at the seams, we thaw it all out and blend it together in the Cuisinart, supplementing a little fresh carrot, apple or spinach, as needed. I freeze it all in convenient meal-sized zipper baggies! There’s nothing in this blend but really tasty food, and The Skids go crazy for it!

We supplement their “store-bought” raw meals with this very tasty treat. It’s fresh and wholesome, I know exactly what’s in it, and they thrive on it. But your dogs might be different. We are not soliciting comments on our choices, nor are we recommending that anyone else do this, but for those who have requested ideas, here’s one we enjoy doing for our furkids!

Enjoy!

Certificate of Occupancy

2015-05-12T17:13:00.001-07:00

Big day last Saturday 5/9 as I issued the Certificate of Occupancy to the Bufflehead Farm Chicken Coop. Finally finished netting the Run. And had to pick up another feeder and waterer. But I get ahead of myself.

Last post, which was a month ago 4/10/15, I had finished the sheathing and was ready to start roofing. Never did a roof before. Started with 15lb roofing felt stapled to the sheathing.

Added the triple tab shingles including a first course of a new shingle cutting the tabs off to give the first row a solid cover. Then a full sheet of triple tab, across and up.

For the crown you take waste tabs; or new ones left over, and nail them across the top, covering the nail heads of each tab by the one to follow.

Paint the trim and the body. Then I gave up my search for 2 x 2' windows and went on-line to find cheap windows. Found shed windows but nothing close to 2'x2'. Did find 12" x 16" windows. $70.00 for both windows including shipping. Much better than $108 EACH from the local Home Depot. But it meant that I did have to reframe and patch the window openings to accommodate the smaller windows. I actually like the smaller windows better.

Windows in, and paint touched up, time to start on the chicken run. The idea was to build a 12' x 8' run that would start at the coop and end at the garden fence. At some future date we wanted to build a chicken gate from their run to the garden. In the fall when all is harvested we would turn them loose in the garden to eat all the leftovers, roots, vines and any bugs lurking. (Photo bomb by Gabriel)

Plans called for a run that would be 5'4" high. That does not work for my 6'3"self. So I modified the plans and created a taller run. Pretty simple 2x4 frame walls braced at top and bottom.Photo above is the end wall which meets the garden fence. Then I added the side walls and attached them to the front of the coop.

Built a simple screen door out of some spare cedar planks I had in the shop. The brass door knocker is a brass casting of "Marley's Ghost". The literary among you will recognize Marley as the ghost who haunted Scrooge in Charles Dicken's A Christmas Carol. I acquired this knocker when I bought a rather odd house in Arlington Virginia that had a bunch of weird stuff like this left by the previous owner. Been moving it around with me for 15 years so figured this was a good place to use it.

Then had to screen the whole thing in with one inch chicken netting.

All in all it came out pretty good I would say. So we moved 4 of the 7 chicks that we bought out to the new coop on Saturday May 9. They had all been staying in a large cardboard box in the garage. They seem to like the new digs. Plenty of room, and lots of fresh air. 4 of the 7 chicks are a few weeks older so in a couple weeks we will move the 2 Silkies and the Rhode Island Red into the new coop as well.

Chicken Coop Construction Part 2

2015-04-10T15:10:00.000-07:00

Almost two weeks have gone by since the last post and we have enjoyed good weather and longer days so much progress has been made on the chicken coop construction.

As of the last post I had the wall framing up. So it was time to make the gables and attach them to the wall framing. Gables were made from 2 x 4s cut at 30 deg and fastened to gussets made from OSB.

I then attached the gables to the wall framing using hurricane ties.

Then I started cutting plywood for the wall sheathing.

And the roof

And the back wall which will have two large doors which should make cleaning the coop much easier. I know I wouldn't fit in the small chicken door in the front.

The opening on the side walls will have the nesting boxes with a hinged lid for egg gathering.

So now that the sheathing is on I can build the framing for the nesting boxes. Two identical boxes, one on each side.

Once framed I add more sheathing for the nest boxes. You can see the vertical dividers in the nest boxes providing 3 nesting boxes on each side.

Here's the chicken's eye view of the nesting boxes. Fill those with straw or wood shavings
and you have the equivalent of your grocers dairy case.

Then I built this roosting box. There are two of them. Going to line the bottom with linoleum for obvious reasons and then they are mounted two feet above the floor of the coop. Just a couple pieces of plywood fastened to two 2 x 2s. The end plates are plywood with a hole for a closet rod and then I seal up the open end of the holes.

Here is one of the roosting boxes mounted. The other one sits on the same center support and to the left. They just lift out for cleaning.

And roofing is done, Nesting box lids are also roofed (rooved??) and hinges installed.

So far I think I have about 40 hours invested to this point. I don't think I could make a living building chicken coops. I still do not have my windows. Trying to find something used. Guess I'll start painting next.

Chickens; the Gateway Farm Animal

2015-03-30T11:33:00.000-07:00

They say Chickens are the gateway animal for rural residents. Everyone starts with chickens which are relatively easy to care for and produce wonderful eggs and; we are told, hours of entertainment. Once hooked one moves on to "harder" animals like goats and pigs.

So you cannot have chickens without a place for them to live safely
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Taming the Green Tsunami

2015-03-09T08:54:00.001-07:00

No peaceful sylvan setting exists here at Bufflehead Pond Farm... not yet, anyway. We can maintain our illusions with a restful view of the duck pond, or the full moon rising above old growth Douglas firs, or the raucous peeps of thousands of tiny frogs along the banks of the wetlands. But while it seems idyllic on the surface, we now know that the forest is hungry for our land and intends to devour it all. Undaunted, we wield chainsaws, heavy tractors, shovels, loppers, scythes, rakes, and are seriously considering purchasing a flame thrower.

But I digress.
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How to Make DIY Fire Starters

2014-12-20T11:32:00.000-08:00

Step one: Tear down an old building on your farm.

Just kidding. But seriously, construction update! The little cottage (on its way to becoming a studio and guest house) is nearing completion!! The electrician is here today working on the wiring, the HVAC goes in next week, and the sheetrock the week after.

But this is not about that. You'll have to wait a bit longer for the cottage unveiling! Here's a teaser:

Removing the cedar shake siding...

It makes me crazy to waste anything, especially if it's possible to recycle, repurpose, or reuse it, and especially if there's fuel potential there. When the siding removal was completed, we discovered that there were two layers of cedar shakes, one painted layer and one just plain beautiful wood. And so, like a dumpster-diving rag picker, I'm there sifting through the rubble to collect every shard of clean cedar I can rescue before the rains come. It's a thrill a minute around here, filling every box and bin with these broken shakes, ecstatic about the enormous supply of sweet-smelling kindling for our wood-burning stove!

It's the little things. It's about getting a fire started in the middle of winter on a cold night without having to burn up a week's worth of sooty newspapers. So Genius Bruce has developed his own recipe and special technique for making these amazing fire starters from the piles of sawdust generated out in the man cave, oops, I mean wood shop, and all the leftover wax from burned up candles. Just a tiny piece of this miraculous substance next to a bit of cedar kindling will start a roaring fire with just one match. Every single time.

Here's how to make them:

Ingredients: sawdust and candle wax

Tools: an old electric wok or crock pot (check the Goodwill or Salvation Army stores), a stirrer (Bruce requisitioned one of our cooking tools, so we marked it to avoid confusion), a couple of old cookie sheets with sides, wax paper.

Directions: Melt the old candle wax in the crock pot or wok (this takes time and patience, but no effort whatsoever. Have a beer.)

While enjoying your beer and possibly a football game, line two cookie sheets with wax paper, and arrange the sawdust in an even layer in both pans. Add more wax bits to the melting pot, pour another beer, and continue waiting (and drinking beer) while it all melts.

When the wax is finally liquid, you're ready for the exciting part: the pour. No matter how careful you are, much of the wax will end up on the counter or floor, but no matter. You can deal with your partner later. Keep pouring wax gently over the sawdust until it's "about right," which means saturated but not drowned. There should be more sawdust than wax when you're done. The sawdust is what ignites first, and the wax is what keeps it going, so you want the sawdust to predominate.

At this point, use the old spatula to mix it all up gently (don't stir, just "mess it about"), achieving a relatively even consistency throughout. This takes a little practice, but is not actual brain surgery. Here's how it should look when you set it aside to cool:

Then, when it has started to solidify but hasn't turned to stone yet, score the surface deeply with a knife. This will allow you to break the sheet apart later, after cooling for about an hour or so, into individual little bricks, which can be kept in a small box near the fireplace.

That's it! And if you look closely at the embossed wooden box in the last photo below, this is the closest we may get to sending actual holiday greetings this year.

Have a wonderful Christmas, Hanukah, or whatever you celebrate, and a prosperous, healthy, and happy 2015.

Love and hugs...

Dee, Bruce, Gabe, Koukla, and Mr Buffle
Bufflehead Pond Farm
Hansville, WA

Summertime, It Ain't No Time for Bloggin'

2014-10-04T20:11:00.000-07:00

There has been little time for blogging about Bufflehead Pond Farm lately. Summer and the garden have sucked all the hours from our days, what little is left over after our full-time jobs. But all in a good way. We had the most gorgeous summer ever, especially for western Washington, with constant sun and hot days for months on end. (And there has been more than enough physical work to keep us buffed up, albeit beneath deepening layers of contented fat cells.)

But this great weather meant having to spend two hours every day watering the new lawn and all the thirsty tomatoes, zucchini, pumpkins, peas, beans, cucumbers, carrots, beets, turnips, onions, garlic, shallots, bok choy, strawberries, a bay tree, melons, rhubarb, three kinds of basil, lettuces, spinach, all kinds of herbs, and a huge raspberry plant weaving in and out of the garden fence. And other stuff too… a rue plant, blueberry bushes, savory, lavender, rosemary, lovage, spring onions, and more…

Totally out of control...

And numerous daily visits to coax the “children” to grow faster, bigger, more prolific, or to toss the occasional giant slug into the pond, or pick the caterpillars off, or harvest some salad-fixin’s for dinner, or deposit the daily compost scraps, or stand and stare for long minutes musing about how the garden is going to look “when it’s finished... someday.”

Dee's New Fitness Center Workout

And now moving into fall, the moisture returns, bringing: Mowing... Weed whacking… Mildew and vine rot for all the tomatoes, zukes, cukes, pumpkins and melons… Harvesting, every night, baskets of tomatoes and cukes for pickling… Canning and freezing… Blackberry picking, washing, freezing… and, did I mention mowing?

Too Many Tomatoes

We also had a serious tent caterpillar invasion this past spring, and it's going to be much worse in 2015, they say, increasing our "chore load" dramatically. Unfortunately, these critters spring from the alder trees that lurk like 75-foot tall pernicious green vampires all over our property. We’ve been cutting them down (they’re great for firewood!) and digging out stumps all summer, but there are dozens more to get rid of before billions of eggs covering their trunks hatch next May and the thick carpet of ravenous caterpillars slithers down from the trees to devour our entire garden.

In short, without going into the thousands of other happy chores, big ones and small ones, that have to get done around here to keep this place civilized and to make it look like the paradise we visualize, we’ve gotta get organized and make a plan about how it’s all going to get done and when. Otherwise, we’re just plain doomed. It’s a slippery slope indeed.

When Bruce bought the property, the county (Department of Conservation) gave him a satellite shot of the whole 12 acres, divided into labeled sections. It looks a bit different from today’s view from space because of the added and deleted buildings, but the basics are the same, and we’re going to use this as a guide to understanding and planning for the property workload for the year.

2009 - When Bruce bought the farm, so to speak.

Early in 2013, house under construction

To complicate matters, there’s not one specific section of land where the most important activity (bird watching) will take place, so we’ll have to organize our organization in such a way as to allow for non-location-specific chores like this. This one job involves constant vigilance from all portals within the house, with bird books and binoculars ever handy, and with ears alert for bird songs and chirps outdoors. Sometimes this work requires a glass of wine and an internet connection, to facilitate bird identification, of course.

But Bruce has lamb chops on the griddle and my ability to concentrate on blogging is no longer possible, what with all that wine to facilitate, or whatever it was that I was doing... I'll let you know when we get organized. Do stay tuned.

Cheers!
Dee and Bruce

The Important Things

2014-05-08T10:10:00.000-07:00

The Denizens of Bufflehead Pond

Such big ideas we had when we first set out to inhabit Bufflehead Pond Farm! The place had not been properly tended to for years, and the local ecology (mostly blackberries and stinging nettles) had pretty much taken over. Being human and with engineering and military backgrounds, both of us, we both had compelling urges to clean up, organize, remove deadfall and ugly trees, spray weed killer everywhere, hack, chop, and rototill...

The pond, now 'famous' for its winter Bufflehead Ducks and its summertime Mallards and Wood Ducks, was one of the biggest offenders. If only we could clear out those tall reeds that threaten to choke the pond, and those nasty lily pads that seem to be spreading! OUT with them! Oh, and that huge weedy tree at the edge of the pond blocks our long view of the stables and beyond. Chop it down!

And so on. You get the idea. Clean, clear, organized, easy to manage. That's the ideal, right? You be the judge. What unfolds from here is the story about our new farm family and their relationships to each other and to all the things that grow in and around the pond. This sketch (above) shows a few of the more prominent members. There are more. Future blog posts will add more detail. There's so much to tell.

First the Bufflehead Ducks. We love these little fellows for their happy diving ways, their sweet dispositions, and (let's face it) they are just too darned cute for words. We can keep an eye on the pond from every room in the house, and we keep the binoculars and the bird identification books handy at all times, just for this purpose. For today, we introduce the two major players on the stage of Bufflehead Pond.

Mr Buffle

"Mr Buffle" is the main character for the winter. He believes this is his pond, and although he's quite agreeable about sharing it with other Buffleheads and the occasional Mallard visitor, there was no question in any of their minds about who was boss. To indicate his ownership, he positions himself in the exact center of the pond and grooms himself, a very ostentatious and commanding display. No one challenged him. Sadly, we never saw him with a female all winter, except for a small flock of Hooded Mergansers (cousins of Buffleheads), with whose females he flirted shamelessly, chasing them into the reeds for who knows what nefarious activities.

Observing all this from his perch in the reed patch close to shore is the Red Winged Blackbird, a dominant male who has been here the entire time we have... summer, fall, winter, and now spring... watching, waiting, keeping an eye on things. Last fall, a large family (perhaps 25-30) of these birds gathered in the reeds each morning for a group pep talk and gossip session, meeting there again each evening to share their full reports. They nested in the big ugly weedy-looking tree that grows on the edge of the pond close to the reeds. There were times when the noise from the Blackbird Happy Hour each day was deafening... but always happy sounding. Last fall all of them disappeared on their winter migration, all except for the "Daddy Red Winged," who still hangs out in the reeds every day and keeps his eyes on all the activities in and around the pond. Where Mr Buffle owned the water and the feeding grounds within, Mr Red Winged owned the space around and above the pond.

These are the two main characters at Bufflehead Pond Farm, the two bad boys who keep everything functioning smoothly and well balanced. We think of Mr Buffle as the President, and Mr Red Winged as the CEO. The other day there was a very interesting collection of ducks paddling about, not all in agreement about who gets to occupy and feed in which section of the pond. And I swear I am not making this up: Mr Red Winged left his observation perch in the reeds and flew down, landed on a lily pad near the offending ducks to have a stern conversation with them on their level, and then returned to his reed perch, satisfied that the argument was resolved. We both saw this, amazed at this "CEO Bird" and realizing that it's not really Mr Buffle's pond after all. It totally belongs to Mr Red Winged. And to prove the point, when a young eagle came to hunt last week, this incredible little bird attacked it and chased it away. Afterward, I did notice his chest seemed a bit more puffed out than usual.

The reeds and lily pads will have to stay, bottom line. And those pesky barn swallows that have taken over the stables? More on those amazing little guys next time... Do stay tuned!

Cheers - Dee

STUFFED INDELICATA SQUASH, or, “What to do with those leftover Thanksgiving decorations”

2013-12-28T12:17:00.000-08:00

Down Home...

OK… so we have a little landscaping challenge right now. And when we decided to invite a few neighbors over last month, it was really embarrassing to think about, having visions of “Tobacco Road.” To solve this, however temporarily, I bought a whole bunch of pumpkins and assorted squashes from the overflowing bin at the grocery store, scattered some straw on the ground by the front steps, along with some corn stalks from Bruce’s “South 40” corn patch, and made the entry look a little less like “down home in the southern swamps” and more like an overflowing squash bin at the grocery store.

Millstones and milestones...

2013-12-21T15:54:00.000-08:00

We're ba-aa-ack!

The good news is (milestone) that we got enough of our stuff stashed that we could actually let people come inside and hang out with us. When we got a little bit settled, we had some friends, family and neighbors drop in for a drink and a bite and a short tour of the place. Bruce got to show off his kegerator and pot filler and we answered a lot of questions like "what's that going to be when it's finished?" :D

Baby Steps...

2013-10-13T18:29:00.000-07:00

It may not look like much, but to us, it was cause for a celebration. This weekend for the first time ever, we were able to get my car into the garage. Tight fit, but in is in!

"Where's the Vaseline, Mabel?"

Purple Berry-Pickin' Fingers

2013-09-21T20:35:00.000-07:00

Well, we've been sleeping in the house for four weeks now. Seems like we just moved in last night, in some ways. And in others, we've always been right here, worrying about the weeds, the landscaping, the fencing, the garden, the falling down garden shed, getting the hot tub installed, getting the garage boxes unpacked, OMG! It will not stop!

The house looks pretty cool, actually, and we are enjoying living in it. Bruce likes to pose his manly chef pose with his (now famous) pot filler.

A Dog's Life...

2013-09-03T18:11:00.000-07:00

At Bufflehead Pond, it is indeed a dog's life. This doesn't even count the fact that the two of us have been working like dogs for the past eternity of days...

For a man who claims not to like my "pussy" dogs, Bruce is enjoying pulling out all his fence building toys to create a coyote-free zone for my Skids (my four-legged kids who can't get traction on the wood floors).

Green Acres, Part One

We are in....

2013-08-23T05:47:00.001-07:00

.....well almost. We got the certificate of Occupancy yesterday. Movers will show up at 8:30 this morning.

Cookin' with gas!

2013-08-17T20:19:00.000-07:00

Oh man, the closer we get, the farther away it seems. But the plan is coming together and everything seems to be shaping up in grand style... however slo-o-o-o-o-owly...
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