Farm Girl Coffee break

Why is it that wild carrot proliferate in my vegetable garden, pushing out my delicate seedlings, and yet the actual carrots that I planted are hardly growing at all? I'm also starting to wonder, are wild carrot that bad? Maybe we can eat those instead. Hell maybe I can sell them. I need to research that (along with 400 other things). They grow well enough here. grrrh. Now that we've been in the country a few years, I sometimes wonder about that stuff and more....

• Where are all the teeth of the people that we meet?
• Why does Morganstern use an Old Roy dog food bag as a window treatment? What does his place really look like on the inside? That is a twisted sick thought. I will get a drive by photo and post it soon enough (hold your horses... I'm busy you know)
  
• How can I find one of those old school buzzers that will alert me when some one is in our driveway? You know, the kind that the car trips and it buzzes really loud to say "hey, someone is here"? I don't like turning around when I'm outside half naked and realizing some old geezer wants to know if he can go fishing in the pond
• Why are my black raspberries ripe in places that are impossible to reach?
• Is this why people have kids, I mean to do help with the yard work? Cause I need (not want) about 6 of them.
• Can you actually convert to Amish? I mean what is the difference now, they have cell phones.
  

Mike is starting to wonder:

• If it is something in the water and we'll be losing our teeth soon
• Why did we move out of nice city houses with manageable yards to 22 acres
  
• Did we really need get 84 chickens?
• If its possible that the dogs have destroyed so many things that our house value has actually depreciated
• Why Morganstern lets his "jennies" in the house and if I will soon think it is a good idea too
  

Its great out here, really. The stars shine brighter, the air smells better, the grass IS greener. It is just that some days, I look outside and wonder how I'm going to get it all done. I turn my back on the garden for two days to make soap and go to the farm market and it has spiraled into a demon weed bed that taunts me. And some days, I just go to the post office. Yes, that's right. We have a post office at the 4 way. Population Middleburg: 52.

I'm still working on getting this blog updated regularly with farmette stuff. I'm thinking of doing a weekly post on Sunday and one of ramblings on Thursdays but I'm not full of time you know, I AM a farmer now. Plus I need Mike to proofread it and give me his hilarity.