Whole eggs, broken hearts

“Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day” is a children’s classic written by Judith Viorst that takes you through an awful day in the life of a young boy, Alexander.   Everything seems to go wrong and nothing goes his way.

For me, this day came earlier in the week.  I woke up to find the remains of our three beloved chickens, eaten by coyotes during the night, followed quickly by a child with a fever pushing 103 degrees, a trip to Urgent Care, a trip to the doctor’s office, stops at three different pharmacies to find the necessary medicine, oh and there was no coffee left.

And I had a public display of teary emotion after I found out the cost of my sick child’s medicine was totaling close to the cost of a car payment.

And we’re currently in the early, soggy stages of potty training.

And….well, it was just a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.  Continue reading

The chicken or the egg?

You know that moment when months and months of dedication and thankless effort finally come to fruition?  You get a feeling that explodes in your chest that’s part elation, part relief and a sprinkling of pride.

Well, that moment finally came because today was the day… we got our first egg.

This egg has been a long time coming and its journey begins here: Continue reading

The chicken called “Oriental Garlic”

Over the summer my husband and I were in discussion about whether or not to have another baby, or get a puppy.

After much deliberation, we came to a consensus.

We would get chickens. Continue reading

“Going Turquoise:” Little farmer, big ideas

A few years ago if you had asked me what a hoe is used for, my response would have been comparable to that of a 13-year-old boy’s—wildly inappropriate and unbearably immature.

But, as happens more often than not, my children have inspired me to look at life and the simple act of gardening in a whole new way. My husband and I first started our garden when we moved into our home with its modest backyard.  He removed some palm trees, made a little raised bed and my son and I went at it.  We planted whatever our little hearts desired, just for the sheer joy of playing in the mud and seeing what would grow.  This is now our garden’s third year, and I still have not mastered the planting season, correct seed spacing—none of it.   In an effort to stick to a planting schedule and attempt to grow things in an orderly fashion, we have opted to give our little man his own garden space so that he can farm according to his liking.  The last couple seasons he has opted for sunflowers, which are a GREAT crop for little ones.  They are extremely tolerant and grow quickly as you can see below. Continue reading

“Going Turquoise:” Just a girl and her compost bin

The past few years, I have started to be more environmentally conscious. Some people call this “going green.”  Because I can’t fully commit to this “green” lifestyle, I like to think of myself as turquoise.  It’s greenish and for me it means doing what I can, the best I can.  I’m not a dirty hippie yet, but I’m not ruling it out as a future possibility.

I recently started participating in a  sustainability program hosted by the city I live in. It’s a great program that offers classes on gardening, water conservation and energy-saving practices.  If you think this sounds incredibly boring and dorky for a 30-year-old’s pastime, I don’t think you’re alone in your assessment of the situation.   I say this because, of the 20 or so people attending these workshops, only one is NOT holding an AARP card.

And that one is me.

I was feeling a little out of place until I fixed the frozen PowerPoint presentation during a workshop and got a standing ovation….Nailed it. Continue reading