So, Roy emailed us the other day, and here is the tiniest excerpt: It is great to see all that work coming to fruition. On the blog it looks like it just sprang up. there really isn’t any way to convey the amount of work that goes into something like that.  I think he’s right.  I could bore you all with all of my day-to-day chores.  For instance, I turned my compost pile today.  I was also thinking about taking a picture of my finger.  It’s bruised and swollen a little around the knuckle from the scissors I use to cut my lettuce.  I bought them at the dollar store, so it serves me right I guess.  Or I could talk about how my trapezoid muscles are up at my ears they’re so tense.  It’s not glamorous work, but somebody has to do it.  I’m fulfilling my civic duty, harvesting lettuce to satiate people’s hunger one $10 salad at a time.  So please, for me, and for others out there like me, say a little prayer before you eat your greens and say thank you for all of the hard work that may not be broadcast, but is done for you.

Ehemmm.  Let’s see, where do I begin?  Ok, I’d like to first and foremost like to thank our heavenly Mother, Mother Earth.  For without her, there would be no being in general, so yeah for being alive!  Next, the family of the light up on the hill, Light and Johanna.  Because I needed some extra hands to pick lettuce yesterday, and they were just the right hands.  Finally, the Greenhouse Grille for their fiscal responsibility to their local farmer.  Thank You.

We harvested 8.5 lbs. of lettuce yesterday, from just one row.  Today Paul wet out and picked another pound and a half to make it an even 10 lbs.  I rinsed all of it today, and we packed it into tubs, and rolled on down to the Greenhouse Grille for a little photo shoot. 

BAM!  It starts now, I think it’s safe to say we’re officially farming!

I LOVE our new chickens.  At first I felt scared, and responsible, but overnight they won my heart, and I am here for them.  I took some more pictures of them, but I’ll post them tomorrow.

Big news.  We picked up some chickens about an hour ago.  We got them from a guy who raises them.  His name is Duane, and he’s from Winslow, AR.  We got a mixed batch of breeds.  They are all female (15 in all), Paul has their breeds written down somewhere, but I don’t know what they are off hand, besides the fact that they are indeed chickens.  WOW.  So here we go.  Do we have any experience in the chicken arena?  Paul’s parents raised some when he was a kid.  But that’s it.  That’s where the experience stops, and the real world begins folks.  The great chicken experiment.  It’s like having new babies, and extension of our family.  Now we’re really tied down, or so it seems, and they’ve only been here an hour.  Poor things.  Can’t wait to name them.

Not EVERY time, but sometimes.  It froze here a few days ago, and we covered our lettuce up with some heavy plastic to insulate it a smidge.  However, it still received some burnt spots here and there.  The arugula is especially suffering.  I don’t know what it’s problem is.  Some bugs must be eating it, because there are tiny little holes here and there on some of the leaves.  Whateve’s, who likes arugula any way?  And do I have pictures today?  No, I do not.  Please use your imagination, and I’ll see what I can’t do for the future.  Until then readers…FANS…keep it rockin’. 

Paul and I managed to have some seeds pop up .  I don’t know how.  Mother Nature does crazy things.  About 99% of our tomato seeds popped up.  Our bell peppers (which were planted at the same time) have only had about a 20% success rate.  I don’t know what their deal is.  Maybe they just take longer.  We managed to keep the shop around 80 degrees with the wood stove.  You can’t win them all I guess (but prove me wrong bell peppers!)  Our genovese basil was 100% successful, as was our lemon and lime basil.  The thai basil is sleeping in with the bell peppers, it is having a pitiful performance.