Oof! I’ve been absent lately, but really I haven’t been. I’ve just been busy. Summer busy – the best kind. The laze-about-in-a-hammock, have-5-naps-a-week kind. But I made a list at the beginning of the summer of a whole bunch of things I wanted to do before summer was up, and I’m doing a really good job of crossing items on the list off, except for blog-writing.
- Pickathon (I’m leaving on Tuesday, consider it crossed off)
- finish weaving (I’m over 50% done)
- finish sweater (less that 20 grams of yarn left)
- move wardrobe (I’m waiting for the right shelving – this may not get done this summer and that’s ok)
- camping (set for middle of August)
- read 6 books (I’ve read 5 and change)
make 1 new friend
- spend a day by myself w/ my dog
make pie squares
sell 1 bouquet of flowers
- ride my bike to Courtenay
- play first 2 weeks of school
build raised flower bed
- 8 blog posts
canoe to Hornby
See! I’m doing pretty well! Except, of course, for the blog post thing. This is my second. And I’m leaving for a week on Tuesday, so August will have to be a blog heavy month.
As you may have deduced by the last item being crossed off, Jer and I bought a canoe. I told my mom and she promptly asked me if it was a boy or a girl, what colour it was, and whether it had a name. I was only able to answer 1 of these questions – something that several years ago would have astonished me. Our canoe is yellow. She’s lovely and pretty and she goes straight and fast. Her name is Joan, or Joni. I wanted to name her brawk, because she’s yeller and a chicken, but Jeremy is much cleverer than I.
The garden is crazy awesome. The farm made the most money it’s ever made last week, which was really exciting. I’ve got sunflowers blooming that light up my heart, and one of the Gladiolas that Jer bought for me is in bloom too. Maybe I’ll grab my camera from the car tomorrow and give you all photos, and then be almost halfway done my goal…Oh. And the ants came back. We had another battle between two colonies, but it didn’t last long and they seemed to drink the Borax water solution Jer made up for them. I had decided not to freak out about it, and this was a good thing. The ants all seem to be gone.As I said, next week I’m off to Pickathon, a music festival outside of Portland. I’ll have a day in Portland, where I assume I’ll spend hours in Powell’s Books. If anyone has a recommendation for something I absolutely HAVE to read, I’d love to hear about it.
Holy plums. Well, holy produce is more accurate, but plums are on my mind. The farm we’ve been working on has a pretty awesome orchard, and the yellow plums are falling off the tree. Dan is too busy to pick them, so we’ve been going nuts. Plus, Jennifer came up today and brought her lovely dehydrator with her. So not only is Dan feeding us for the summer, he’s feeding us for the winter as well! Plus, we’ve already canned 1 small load of beans, and will do a bigger load imminently. I love preserving. Sigh.
So that’s some of the happy news. Other news?
On the ant front, they seem to be gone. We find one or two every day, but they seem pretty discombobulated and confused. They certainly aren’t like these ants. We’ve bought drywall, and Marc and Adam helped us bring it into the house. The room doesn’t stink quite as much anymore, and we’re slowly adapting to living in constant chaos.
On the farm front, we’ve got baby zucchinis on our plants, and lots of other things are competing for our own first harvest. The arugula is in the running, as well as some kale. Everything’s growing quickly with this latest hot spell, and we’re all enjoying the sunshine.
Other than that, things are normal as usual! Except, of course, for the insane incredible unbelievable phosphorescence. There’s not much else to say about that. You either know what I’m talking about, or you don’t. If you don’t, I recommend figuring it out. It’s worth it. It’s WAY worth it.
There were officially less ants today than yesterday. Less than a thousand is still a lot of ants. Jer’s uncle and aunt were here visiting us for a day (and made me feel WAY better after a breakdown on the couch), and have given us some good advice that we are heeding to the best of our ability.
Sawdust in the ceiling.
Supposedly, having a cedar ceiling full of insulation and no drywall between our living room and our bedroom isn’t the best idea. I guess drywall doesn’t burn, and for those of you that don’t know, cedar makes the best kindling. Seeing as we’re going to have a woodstove in our living room one day, we’re taking down the entire ceiling where Jer found the initial ants nest.
Our goal is to get the cedar down, the insulation out, and drywall up before my parents visit on the weekend of August 12th. I’m excited that we’re moving on this project (half of the ceiling has come down in the past 3 hours), but pretty bummed out that it has to be done. It’s going to cost us a couple hundred dollars (or more) and this was the part of the house that we were really hoping not to touch for a few years. However, you don’t get to choose where the ant battles rage on. Or which materials act as fire retardants and which ones go up in a flash.
As a side note, there are ants crawling around the kitchen cleaning up their dead brethren that we’ve stepped on. If these ants weren’t in my own house, they’d be pretty freaking cool. Amazing creatures. DIGGING IN MY HOUSE.
On a happier note, I’ve met a lovely lady from the Denman Spinners and Weavers Guild and hope to go spin with them either this Monday or the next. Our rhubarb has started growing again, and we have tiny tiny tiny yellow zucchinis in our farm garden. Linzy helped us reconfigure our blog, so there’s a tab at the top for our wishlist and another with a little information for visitors.
It will all be okay. Jeremy promised. And this weekend is our anniversary, so he’s REALLY not allowed to lie.
Happy anniversary to us. I’m off to step on some ants.
I went to town with Nora last night, after a lovely visit with Linzy, and before Nora. Jer stopped us before we went inside. While I’d been gone, 2 colonies of carpenter ants had decided to wage battle, and Jer had to take down part of the baseboard, part of the ceiling trim, and 3 or 4 slats of the wooden ceiling. He’d found hundreds (HUNDREDS) of eggs and a whole lot of sawdust. I almost had a break down, last night as well as today, but he keeps telling me that it will all be okay, and that though it may be messy, it doesn’t mean that our house will fall down. I hope he’s right.