July 12, 2010
Frontier to Buy Verizon Rural Lines!!! I feel like I just lost my mind. If you don’t know what I mean check out the earlier blog “My Telephone Nightmare” and the follow-up “Stood Up Again“. Be sure to bring a hanky to wipe your eyes. I only hope I can keep my frustration level in check while I try to explain what I need again. Would rather put a stick in my eye.
July 11, 2010
Hope everyone had a wonderful July 4th. We enjoyed ours with the company of my sister, cousin John and Carol. We did the traditional hot dogs on the grill with all the fixings and delicious side dishes. Of course there was lots of laughter. That is a key ingredient here at Pot Hole Farm. You can’t come visit unless you have a sense of humor. Otherwise you won’t understand a word we say. The rest of our week was extremely busy. Unfortunately it was time for my sister to go home to her own family. We spent a great week together and I appreciate all the work she did to beautify Pot Hole Farm with pretty plants and flowers.
Sonny and I had to finish up moving our furniture from the apartment in Virginia. Of course it was scheduled for the two record hot days that have occurred in years. Temperatures reached up to 104 degrees. With all the soar muscles and heat exhaustion we needed to take a few days to recoup.
The chickens are doing great. They love it when Sonny throws them a handful of freshly caught bugs. It’s like watching a hockey game as they run around trying to steal the bugs from each other. You have to have a quick eye to see who has the bug at any given time. I do believe that two of our feathered friends are roosters. We have conformation from Ronald that at least one of them is. Somebody is going to have to go. There’s not enough room in the hen house for two little gangsters.
Root Cellar blocks being delivered
We had a pleasant surprise Saturday. We decided to sleep in for once, but was awakened by the familiar squeak of the Green Goblin. We squinted our sleep bleary eyes as we peeked out the window, while trying to stuff our stiff limbs into uncooperative clothing. We were shocked to see a large red truck follow Ronald up the drive. It was loaded with the cement blocks, sand and bags of mortar needed to build our root cellar. Ronald has come through for us again. That man is a God send. So later this week the block layers should show up to do the job. Before you know it we will have another project finished.
Pot Hole Farm is shaping up nicely. It is beginning to feel as though we have lived here for centuries. It’s not only because we have reached many of our goals but because friends and family have helped to form and build it piece by piece. Their memories are imprinted in every nook and cranny. I hope we continue to build happy memories and that the spirit of Pot Hole Farm will be one of peace, refuge and joy to all those who visit.
July 3, 2010
We got up before the roosters this morning to go to our usual Saturday flea market. John and Carol followed us out in Whitie ( their flat bed truck ). The sun was just starting to rise over the mountain tops. You know the old saying, the early chicken gets the first bugs. Sorry, thats my version. I think the original was something about a bird, but it really doesn’t matter. In any case the early riser gets the best deals. Its usually worth missing that second cup of coffee, but barely.
We ended up having to park the cars in the back forty because apparently there are people who skipped the first cup of coffee and got there before us. We started down the rows checking out vendors when my eyes caught sight of a table at the end of the row. Chickens. Beautiful white Leghorns and Rhode Island Reds. There were a few squawking ducks and a couple of pairs of doves, but I ignored them. My eyes looked like kaleidoscopes as I moved closer. The vendor saw the glint of a sale in my eyes and threw out the hook by saying “five dollars a piece.”
I put my game face on. He wasn’t going to get me that easily. How old are they I asked? He respond with “A year.” We were really looking for some pullets. He pulled out a wooden crate containing five Rhode Island Reds. Two bucks a piece. The chickens looked healthy and a crowd was beginning to form. He loaded them up in a box for me and off we went. So now I am the proud parent of five pullets.
The chicken house is finished except for a few finishing touches, but the girls don’t seem to mind. They checked it out and appear to be comfortable. The only thing we had to do was put up a fence. Since we already had the materials, Sonny, my sister and I knocked it out in about two hours. It was fun watching the girls strut around the pen pecking anything that moved and stretching their wings. They look right at home. The only nightmare we might have is if we made a mistake and ended up with five roosters. To be continued…..
Janice helping with the fence
July 1, 2010
Today the big red concrete truck arrived. They poured 10 yards of concrete for the garage floor and the Root Cellar. Sometime next week we will order the block needed for the walls and get the blocks layed.
The Floor is Poured
Below is Root Cellar
Root Cellar Floor