Mulch mulch farmier. Anyhow in two or three months we've managed to "put in" a garden (carrots, radishes, brussel sprouts, of course tomatoes, basil, garlic, onions, cauliflower, more), expand the horse paddocks, burn a mountain of slash, convert one-third of the rabbit hutch to a chicken house, trade a mini Rex rabbit who drowned repeated litters in her own urine for three laying hens (!)... I'm sure there's more but the typing along has caused me to cross the exhaustion line.
Our local deli has changed hands. It is housed in a 100+-year-old general store and still has that dusty aroma of the Old West. The New Owners, however, are not so much loving the traditions. And we are not so in love with the improved menu, staff, antiseptic and etc.
Although it's been so long since I posted, let me say that Grace and I are heading out the door to grab some bacon at the aforementioned deli. The big girls are at school -- only six more days -- and the baby and I will not have many more dates before the Fall.
