montage

 finished (and extremely comfy) pajama pants...

 fiber-riffic eggs and pancakes...

 bacon! actually, salt pork. we're going to soak it and see if it helps, because it's too salty to eat as-is. it's also too salty for any harmful bacteria to have possibly grown on it, so we're calling that a meat-curing success!

 "MOOOOOOM. no more pictures!"

 the technicolor blankie, doing what it was born to do...

 new bookshelf = new home for my festwomon-made sign and collection of heart-shaped rocks...

 50 square feet (or thereabouts) of removed sod...

 two boxes (one constructed by the light of the moon)...

 

and just like that, RocketDonkey Farm is born!!!!!! (or SpaceDonkey. or AstroDonkey. the material point is that, in our heads, the donkey is wearing a jetpack and space helmet. see, we're both space nerds, and then there's this long-running joke about me being a great pack mule, plus i like to chant "burrow! burrow!" while i get settled in bed at night, and "burrow" sounds like "burro", which is Spanish for donkey, and so E likes to call me "little burro" and "tiny donkey". plus we're both stubborn, so there's that.)

 you can't see it, but we made marks for each foot on all four sides, to roughly divide them into squares. so far, we've got four squares of carrots, three of yellow onions, two of shallots, and one of beets. we'll be planting five squares of dwarf blue jade corn on the extreme left, then a row of green beans and soup beans, and the rest will be filled in with squash and watermelon. (and check out our hops going buck wild on the trellis!)

 victory is finding the perfect frame for a favorite little work of art at the thrift store for 99 cents!

it's been a long and awesome weekend. we ate homemade chocolate chip muffins, did a lot of cleaning and yardwork, and hauled and dumped and raked...let's see...720 pounds of composted humus/manure and 600 pounds of organic potting soil (plus two bales of compressed peat moss). seeds were planted, thrift store sweaters were felted (someone's making mittens), and all that's left to do is roast some asparagus and eat it with the rotisserie chicken i snagged at Kroger.

 one little house + two girls = a very good life.