We went golfing yesterday. A sweat bee made its way into my sports bra, and it was not good timing as I was making my attempt at bogie. So, I jumped around and shrieked and shouted like a cartoon. Then, what the hell, I pulled my whole boob out right there in search for the thing I knew was there. Immediately I thought about an epipen or benadryl, but I had neither. I didn't have a reaction (a miracle), so I went on for the last four holes.
We hadn't played since last July, and needless to say, I missed the ball a lot. To make sure I wouldn't be too sore today, I mowed yesterday. I felt like the bumpy ride on the mower would help. Then, I picked up trash (effin litterbugs) and sticks. This morning I was sore, so to work the soreness out, I thought I should do the thing that could've given me some of the pain (like a hangover remedy). So, I mowed the backyard and picked up more sticks and limbs.
Now I'm really excited because I have a huge pile of sticks and brush that I can burn and roast jenny-o turkey hotdogs on for Easter. Roasting hotdogs on a brush fire is just as relevant as hunting eggs in my opinion. This is what we like to do. We like to put the eggs on to boil while we start the fire. Then, while the eggs are cooling, we roast the franks. When that's over, and there is no danger of burning down our barn/property, we come in to dye and decorate eggs.
I want to make compost really badly, and I don't know why. I feel like a good compost will help to get me some good, acidy tomatoes and some spicy peppers. The thing is--I'm not super great at planting things. I think the compost is key. I have all this property. I feel like maybe I should be using it, and I certainly don't want livestock. So, compost?
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I've always wanted to make compost too, but we definitely don't have the room for it at our house now. We did, however, start some seeds in peat pods, and they are growing so nicely. I can't wait for fresh produce season! Do you ever come to the Farmer's Market in Jackson? It is a bit of a drive for you, but it is a lot of fun on Saturday mornings in the Summer.
ReplyDeleteI haven't been there, but I'll have to check it out. We have lots of little stands around here that usually meet my needs for okra, canteloupe, and watermelon. Tomatoes and eggplants come from my mom or my neighbor. Oh, I'm getting so excited. Jackson is only a little over an hour away so not too bad.
ReplyDeleteHi doll, I know a little bit about compost. My husband knows more and I told him to post a reply to you, but usually I have to ask him to do something like that approx. 6 times before it happens. Anywho, we just started a compost bin in our kitchen, one of those orange home depot buckets. it's good because it has a rubber gasket in the lid so it's pretty much smell proof. you can put veggie scraps and coffee grinds and even paper towels or kleenex in there if you tear it up a little bit. You just don't need to put any meat or food cooked in meat grease in there. Now, as for the outside part, how you take care of your compost heap in the yard, I'm more unsure. I know you need to put leaves or grass clippings in there but I'm kind of dumb about the details.
ReplyDeleteUgh, sweatbee stings are terrible. I hate them. They always remind me of the playground at Decaturville Elementary.
I like your Easter tradition. We had a weird one at our house too -- two actually. 1) Bunny tracks (my mom would make a trail of paper bunny feet shapes and put them on the floor leading from my bed to my basket); 2) Smashing of rotting easter eggs on the wall of the shed. Fun as hell. Wait, hell's not fun!
Amanda, I can't get compost off my brain. I remember your bunny track tradition.
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