Archive for March, 2010

No Weasel Farm D; But Weasels Are Cute!

Mom won’t let me start a weasel farm and as if that wasn’t bad enough… she also nixed my even better idea of a weasel petting zoo! Gosh mom, you never let us do anything fun!

White weasel

Just think, we could have millions of these...

Baby weasel

...and these.


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Our newest health beverage…

Ok our new beer is finished!! In the fine tradition of Shuttlesworth, Throckmortons and Bandypop! (my previous beers and hard apple cider), I give you…. Vagabond gingered black ale.

Stirring the wort

Stir that wort.


Mmm, looks so tasty. This is the hops boiling.

Filling the carboy

What is that weird girl doing? Weird.

I will post some photos of it bottled when I find them. It is ready to drink now but Ma is sick and doesn’t want us to drink it without her, and we’re going out of town for two weeks tomorrow… so we haven’t tried it yet. But don’t worry, when we do you’ll hear all about it.

UPDATE: Found the bottling pics.

Beer bottles

Waverly made 4 of these fantastic crates for me for Christmas! One 5-gallon batch of beer fills about 50 twelve-ounce bottles. These are 22-ounce bottles.


Um, I don't think you're supposed to be drinking it yet.

Mom capping

There we go... much better. Just put those caps on nice and normal-like...

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Getting Started Early

We planted some seeds out in one of our raised beds on March 2nd… and some spinach and mache are coming up! We’ve kept them under plastic, which has worked great. We also planted carrots, parsnips, romaine, beans and onions. We chose seed varieties that can germinate in cold soil and temperatures and just planted a row or two of each thing to see if we could get anything going. We’re kind of surprised that anything happened but this raised bed gardening really did the trick. There was no soil preparation involved; we just went outside and stuck our seeds in and they are growing.

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Beekeeping 101

Some family friends, Pat and Pat (not a typo), kindly invited us to come see their bees at their house in Spokane. We are going to get some bees so it was a great opportunity to check it out and learn a little bit about it. It turned out that we learned a lot and had a ton of fun too!

Me at Patrick's

Ah, the fresh-faced enthusiasm of youth! I love bees! You can tell because I'm smiling!

Bee suit

That's when I found out I was actually going on a spacewalk.

Dad bee suit

Dad promptly had a claustrophobia attack when they zipped him in his suit, so they had to swiftly unzip it again. He survived, thankfully.

Looking at the hives

Hey, look at this! Patrick was full of interesting and useful information and really went out of his way to show us the inner workings of the hives.


Dad's posterior with bees crawling on it, lol. Bees can't see white; that's why we wear the white suits.


Patrick smoked the bees so they wouldn't kill us. Just kidding, they won't even sting you unless you insult their mother.

Bee frame

There are several of these frames in each box.

Looking at the comb

Guess this guy didn't know who he was dealing with because he let me touch stuff. I saw the queen, worker bees, a few males, eggs the queen had laid, a few little larvae, and even a baby bee scraping its way out of its little incubation cell.

They sent us home with a jar of honey and I’m telling you it smells and tastes amazing!

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Is it squash heaven or squash hell?

Folks, the answer is squash hell.Pile of squashes

We probably had over 100 squashes this fall, or enough to fill an Olympic size swimming pool. And we still have about 80% of them sitting in our garage. I personally do not enjoy eating squash. Mom and Dad like it but they really haven’t made much of a dent. And we’ve given these suckers out like candy at a parade. (Well not technically, since we haven’t resorted to throwing them at people off of a float yet… we’ll probably try that next.)

Check it out. 30 pounds, suckas...

Lucy and the squash

Lucy Fur guarded our squash from the pumpkin-stealing zombies until they were ready to harvest.

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