Everyone and their brother has told me they remember grandma wielding the axe, the classic and comical chicken running around without its head. After dispatching our 21 Cornish Rock on Saturday I’ve got memories for a lifetime. Not of a cartoon but the real thing. Six hours worth of doing what was necessary, final calming walks ending in the freezer. Darned proud of my Linda and big thanks to Dr. Weeks. He channeling his inner shaman by casting entrails with delight, reading the future of the entire coop.
Everyone should have to do this once in life. Changes the way you appreciate food.
Like your grammy I have a copy of the Farmers Almanac. Follow the advice to get the potatoes in with the new moon. I planted 350 feet of fingerlings yesterday. Linda transplanted over 200 sets of kale and collards and fennel. One thousand leeks going in today. All started from seed and nurtured under the hoop house. The second year to utilize the greenhouse film and pvc structure will be the last. Spring’s fifty plus mph winds has taken its toll. Plans under way for a proper potting shed.
Duluth Trading Company Long Tail shirts. Eliminates the tell tale whale tail of hours spent bent.
Linda and I and the Good Mother. And your Grandma.
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