All of my plans of building things this weekend have gone flat. I couldn’t source the pallets for the compost bins and then my mom offered to buy me a compost tumbler, so I took her up on it. It should get here early next week and I already have plenty to fill it with.
I thought about going ahead and building the raised beds for the grapes and blackberries, but I don’t particularly wanting them sitting in the weather before I have to. I considered replacing the flooring in my bedroom, but that might also wait.
So now I guess I have a weekend to hang out and read.
I never thought I’d see the day where I was excited to get out of work to feel weather in the 30s.
I hope the snow has melted. The chickens have been refusing to go outside for the last couple of days and I know they need sunshine and fresh air. They’ve stopped laying for the most part, which is fine with me.
I haven’t looked forward to spring this much in ages.
I went ahead and purchased strawberry plants. I spend a ton of money on strawberries every year, so it made sense to increase my homegrown strawberry production. I got a few varieties and plan on spreading them around the garden.
We are looking at decent weather for the next few days and I’m losing my mind with plans. I want to build a compost bed and a few more raised beds. I’m not sure how many nice days we will have, especially in January and February, so I need to get things prepped for the early spring crops.
(Forget to press post on 1/17/2018)
When I got home yesterday, it was eerily quiet. Usually the chickens run to meet my car, the ducks are quacking, or the dogs are outside. There wasn’t even wind, which is a near constant in the middle of nowhere.
I slowed my steps down and after a couple of seconds, Watson popped his head out to see who was there and the ducks quacked. It appears everyone has just cried uncle regarding the weather. Even the ducks stayed inside, and they are usually the first ones out and the last ones in.
This should be our last cold day for awhile. The projected high for Saturday is 52, which means I will have the opportunity to clean the coop and hopefully do a few other projects around the farm. I would also like to get the compost bed built, but I don’t have the supplies and the notice might be too short to really get it started.
I’ve spent much of the last few days alternating between planning the garden and figuring out how to tackle debt.
I think I have decided to use part of my monthly “everything else” budget on strawberry plants. I have an existing strawberry patch, but it’s probably time to tear most of it out and start fresh. I love almost all fruit, and strawberries are in the top 3. I want to tackle my debt as quickly as possible, but I want to balance that with still being able to enjoy the next two years.
Finding the balance is going to be an enormous challenge. I need to make a running list of expenses I need to account for over the next few months – oil change, Watson getting fixed, tags for my car. But – strawberries. My favorite.
I have adjusted well enough to the cold that I wore a sweatshirt in 20 degree weather and was comfortable.
I walked with the dogs down to the pond again this morning. Watson is enthralled with being able to walk on the ice and I was comfortable enough with the thickness to let him. As he neared the banks, he slipped and then the sound of an air bubble under the ice drove us back home.
I spent most of last night and part of today sitting down to figure out budgets. It looks like I could be completely debt free in a two and a half years if I stay diligent. I think two years is realistic, honestly. It means a shoestring budget, but in the end I think it will be worth it.
I went out to feed the chickens this morning and by the time I got indoors my hands were numb.
I need better gloves and spring, please.