Happy 2015!
So what's all this about miracles?
Well, the last few years I seem to manage being able to dig potatoes for Thanksgiving, which is really unusual for Maine.
This year we had a huge snowstorm November 2nd, and a big freeze shortly afterwards, so there was no digging potatoes for Thanksgiving.
I resigned myself to the fact that last row of Kennebec whites was lost.
Then we had rain Christmas Eve day.
I walked by that last row of potatoes at nightfall coming in from night chores, the digging fork stuck in the ground next to row, and gave the fork a wiggle, The fork moved!
I started poking around, flipping frozen earth crust in large pizza sizes...and lo and behold, the potatoes below were not frozen yet. I kept digging and digging, and this is what I ended up with-enough for Christmas dinner and a hearty serving of homefries a couple days later., Best potatoes evah!
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These were also "freebies"-descendants of the 50 pound bags for 5.99 I bought fall of 2013, leftovers that had started to sprout.
Follow up number two-the bow building. I failed at that attempt, the oak twisted horribly and I couldn't string a good piece out of it. Willow in the meantime took matters into her own hands, cut a good sapling, tied on a string, and was shooting Jeruselem Artichoke stalks in lieu of arrows.
I picked her up a real arrow for her birthday, and she got a lot of use out of that with her little homemade bow. It had a pretty good draw strength-more than this 15 pound draw I bought her for Christmas, along with a handful of arrows.
Here her brothers are taking their turns along with her on Christmas afternoon:\
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The Firebird has had a goal to break the school record for 55 meter dash, which he did this past Tuesday. Here's a pic of him on the long jump, one of his other events:
courtesy event photographer
Me? Having the winter blahs, underpaid, underappreciated, overworked...but at least I have some money coming in-can't have everything! (don't we wish)
So what's all this about miracles?
Well, the last few years I seem to manage being able to dig potatoes for Thanksgiving, which is really unusual for Maine.
This year we had a huge snowstorm November 2nd, and a big freeze shortly afterwards, so there was no digging potatoes for Thanksgiving.
I resigned myself to the fact that last row of Kennebec whites was lost.
Then we had rain Christmas Eve day.
I walked by that last row of potatoes at nightfall coming in from night chores, the digging fork stuck in the ground next to row, and gave the fork a wiggle, The fork moved!
I started poking around, flipping frozen earth crust in large pizza sizes...and lo and behold, the potatoes below were not frozen yet. I kept digging and digging, and this is what I ended up with-enough for Christmas dinner and a hearty serving of homefries a couple days later., Best potatoes evah!
These were also "freebies"-descendants of the 50 pound bags for 5.99 I bought fall of 2013, leftovers that had started to sprout.
Follow up number two-the bow building. I failed at that attempt, the oak twisted horribly and I couldn't string a good piece out of it. Willow in the meantime took matters into her own hands, cut a good sapling, tied on a string, and was shooting Jeruselem Artichoke stalks in lieu of arrows.
I picked her up a real arrow for her birthday, and she got a lot of use out of that with her little homemade bow. It had a pretty good draw strength-more than this 15 pound draw I bought her for Christmas, along with a handful of arrows.
Here her brothers are taking their turns along with her on Christmas afternoon:\
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The Firebird has had a goal to break the school record for 55 meter dash, which he did this past Tuesday. Here's a pic of him on the long jump, one of his other events:
courtesy event photographer
Me? Having the winter blahs, underpaid, underappreciated, overworked...but at least I have some money coming in-can't have everything! (don't we wish)
