Odd as I am sure it will appear to some, I can think of no better form of personal involvement in the cure of the environment than that of gardening. A person who is growing a garden, if he is growing it organically, is improving a piece of the world. He is producing something to eat, which makes him somewhat independent of the grocery business, but he is also enlarging, for himself, the meaning of food and the pleasure of eating.
Wendell Berry
Well the household is all well again, albeit a bit tired from a long work week. I feel a bit stir crazy; the unseasonably hot weather has kept me from enjoying the outdoors. The garden isn’t too happy with the heat either. We may lose all of our good cucumber vines. Anne has ramped up her egg-eating, so with the heat, we are down to about 3 eggs a day. May be time for a new batch of chicks! It’s convenient that I only really need new chicks once I’ve forgotten how much work they are to raise…
Here are some much-loved things I came across this week.
Stumbled across this gorgeous Waxed Canvas Daypack by Barnacle Bags.
Loving the Camp Wandawega line from The Land of Nod.
This copy of Jungle Book by Jennifer Adams. I can’t keep up with all of her books but they are favorites around here.
A Cactus Tea Towel by ameliemancini.
This Vagabond Chunky Scarf by Ecoshag.
And, I think this French Factory Bar Cart from Restoration Hardware could keep tiny fingers away from my glassware.
It seems this baby will never get better. We have surpassed the week mark of this mild cold. I doubt I can keep my eyes open past 10pm, but I did manage to jot down some things I loved this week.
This Oak Hooded Coat from Red Creek Handmade.
These custom spice bottles from vitrifiedstudio.
A ceramic spoon by aveshamichael.
This organic wood teething owl by beckmanwoodworks.
And this Olofstorp storage unit from IKEA.
I hope I have reports of happiness and healthiness next week!
Anne is one of our oldest hens. She is the heaviest, definitely the boss of the group, but also very friendly (or fearless). She has recently started egg-eating, which usually begins when a chicken lays a weak egg and then breaks it while moving around. This habit is nearly impossible to break, and her case has gone the worse route: she now tries to eat the other hen’s eggs. Needless to say, we have a lot of waste going on over here. The only solution? Chicken soup. I don’t think I’m ready for that.
Here, Henry tells Mr. Nico all about how rough it is to be a baby.
Catching up on lost time with Grandma.