I haven’t posted much on my blog recently, and there’s a reason for this … I’ve been writing.
People always ask us if we have problems with bears. The last two summers, our answer was “no”. This summer, we have a little black bear …
Boats seem an inevitable part of our existence, living up near the head of an inlet as we do. Every year, I think, “Well, the boats are in good condition this year, we’ve done lots of work on them, and everything should be fine.” And every year, our boats work hard to add just a little more adventure to our lives than maybe we really wanted.
Image: Solar dehydrator built from left over bits and pieces from our house construction.
The summer solstice is past and summer’s finally here. The weather has become typically hot and dry, with no rain in sight for weeks. It’s time to start harvesting the garden before everything dries up and dies. As part of that process, we decided to build a solar dehydrator.
Image: Vintage gardening tools.
We’ve been busy gardening and trail breaking, now that the rains have finally stopped. I’ve definitely developed some tool preferences …
Image: Our second marten guest.
Martens 1: Determined Cabin Owners 2. The war continues …
Image: Finally got our greenhouse out of the box.
Ah … spring is here at last … sort of. In between deluges of rain, we’ve been working on a variety of projects in the yard.
Image: Pine marten in a live trap.
Round XX goes to us in the pine marten battle. May the war be over …
Officially, this post is about the pine marten that has been determined to share our cabin with us, but in actuality, it’s more about all those little things that have been happening in my life, and my head, since my last post, way back in December – the bats in my belfry, so to say.
Image: Bantam eggs.
Years ago, as a child growing up on a farm, I used to have a flock of bantams and sold “organic free range eggs” at the local health food store. However, as I grew older, eggs and butter became “bad” foods, full of cholesterol and saturated fats. Since heart disease runs in my family, I reluctantly gave up on these great foods, or used them rarely and suffered pangs of guilt for my vices.