Growin’ Like a Weed

Posted by Bucky on Jul 22 2008 | Comment now »

Molly  Everything is growing on the farm here. Being a former organic farm, it was poised to explode into growth. Hell, the mosquitoes here are collected and put in a baggie to be put in a cassweole for our “covered dish Thusdays”.
We have a stream and two ponds that are fed by aquifers throughout the property - ideal for breeding flying predators. Varmints have been prevalent, from raccoons, skunks, woodchucks, porcupines, and coyotes are everywhere. We are changing the classification of grass to hay, it’s growing so fast. Besides, the price of hay has gone up this year $2.00 a bale. It’s up to 7 bucks now.

Deer and bear are eating everything in site. All the berries and buds. If we could figurew out a way ro charge them. Hmmm. Deer season is coming and payback is a bitch.

Summertime Tips on Keeping Cool

Posted by Bucky on Jul 18 2008 | Comment now »

When we were kids, I remember Mom putting us in the Fridgidaire on hot days to cool us off in the hot 2nd floor apartment we lived in in Laconia.
Unfortunately,  those old solid steel refrigerators, once they were latched outside, there was no way to get out of them from the inside. It took teamwork, but if you did it right, you were in there just long enough to be numb and not frostbit. Then you were cool for the rest of the day. We only lost a few kids in the neighborhood, trying to find where that fine line was of the temperature of milk and frozen peas.

Total solid iron icebox - The FridgidaireThis thing would stop bullets, so you felt safe inside it.

Imagine now, as you read this, somewhere out there is a young child is asking “Mommy, what did it mean to defrost the fridge?”.

SKINNY DIPPIN’  BARE NAKED ___________________________

Skinny Dipping Bare Naked Another way to keep cool was skinny dippin. Nowadays, it’s tougher to do. Not so innocent anymore. There was no airconditioning in the houses nor the cars, so we had to cool off in the nearest secluded farm pond we could find. Of course, nobody but the farmer knew that the pond was called the ‘manure pond’, and that’s how the pond got started was from drainage…. but it was amazing how clean and refreshing it was. To be free from hot clothes and to frolic unfetterd. Of course there was always the fear of a water maoccasin biting your tallywacker…