Babycakes can't believe her tastebuds! Is this really fresh, green, non-dried-unsprinkled-with-dust GRASS that I'm chewing...???!!!
I'm in heaven! I'm never, ever leaving this spot...right here...or this one....over here.....or THIS one...!!!!
She loves her red halter (red's her color, ya know!) and her picket line. She says, "Sit on me, brush my belly, pick up my ticklish back foot--do WHATEVER you want to me--just let me munch....!! Got it?"
Got it! You go, girl! My lawn-mowin', fuzzy fertilizin' machine, you!
What we thought was frozen snow was instead frozen, u-hum, muck--as
you can see, lots of it! Now don't you go pitying us because this is
actually heaps and piles of none other than 'garden gold' soon to be
rounded up, seeded, and ready to do its thing! And, boy, does this
stuff ever do its thang. I'm talkin' it leaves Miracle-gro in the dust!
And there's our wonderful, indispensable little producer of our hallowed 'garden gold'--none other than garden-gold encrusted Babycakes herself. We love you, girl! You'd never know she gets brushed every single day, would ya? She's actually a piggy disguised as a pony.
So just feast your eyes on that pile...bet you're really envious...ready to race me for that big shovel so you could start a-diggin' right now! Oh, no you don't! Hey, I've gotta run!
Did your grandma have a root cellar? Hey, mine did too! By the time I got to see the root cellar though, it was pretty dilapidated with only a few crooked shelves and some broken glass and rusty can lids scattered on the floor. Not very impressive. The door was old and rickety and I remember it was very dark in there. In fact it was a little scary. So I'd like to get THAT image out of my mind. How 'bout a nice 'Martha Stewart-ish' type root cellar? Does Martha do root cellars? Oh surely she must! Hmm....let's investigate this further.
Okay, I'm back. My Martha-Stewart-root-cellar search was a big disappointment. If she's got one, she's not letting any of us see it. Mary Jane, on the other hand, (the farm-y version of Martha) came through spectacularly. Thank you Mary Jane Butters!
Another great one I stumbled on to was the Tiny Farm blog. I'm going to have to camp out on this one even more. They're trying all sorts of creative ways to make 2 acres work for them. My kind of people! And here is a nice little article about root cellars (She also gives manners on having tea...can she tell me how to hold a teacup?--I'm very impressed! She must be a Romantic Mom too). O-O-H-H!! And here's another good one! She gives us a bona fide tour of her root cellar with lots of pix! C'mon, let's take a look!
Wow! That was fun! Did you have fun? I had fun...and I learned some things too. I'm beginning to think I might actually be able to do this...where's the shovel? Now let's look at root cellar construction. How might I go about doing this whole root cellar thing? Walton Feed looks like they know quite a bit on this subject. They've got everything from the old-fashioned version (like my grandma's--without the broken glass or rickety door) to a "Grandpappy of all Root Cellars" version you just have to check out! And here's one for all of us DIY's who need a little jump-start:
For an even simpler DIY one, Treehugger really comes through. I think my 8 year olds could handle this one.....even hog-tied! (that means tied up like a hog, which means....get back with me later!)
Earth-House has some good info and many styles to choose from--complete with photos (I love photos! No, let me clarify...I NEED photos!).
And we mustn't miss the Root Cellar Capital of the World, of course. If you're easily entertained (like some people I know personally) make sure you click on the cellar doors. Pretty clever, huh...! Wish my web site could do that. Where's that web master brother of mine and his clever, talented, co-partner-in-master-webbering wife of his when I need them? Excuse me, I just had to do a little plugging there--ya, know families have to do that.
Doo-ta-doo-ta-doo......still with me? Ready to start diggin'? Inspired to do that homestead thang? Okay one more. Here's a blog with some links--probably the same ones I found or better. I like their "100 mile diet"....very catchy, good idea.
Well, I don't know about you, but I'm pretty well convinced I can do this. I think I have officially overcome my fear of root cellars. I can just see all those gleaming glass jars full of all sorts of delectables fresh from the garden already...smell the sweet scent from those rows and rows of apples....baskets full of carrots and turnips and squashes still dusty with the earth and soil...our very-own-garden earth and soil. Umm, I can see it already...and the daffodils haven't even bloomed yet! And I bet I can even out-do Martha Stewart...or at least beat her to it! Where's that shovel...where are those kiddos?!! We've got some diggin' to do!
I mentioned yesterday that we're REALLY ready for summer. Well, what I forgot to include is the breakfast picnic.
It all started with summer dresses and sun hats and the fact that there was a bare patch of grass outside....and the sun was shining. And, yes, it was 40 degrees out with the wind blowing. Before I was even out of my jammies, my oldest daughter had packed a box of an assortment of edibles (I removed the soda and marshmallows--who pronounces "marshmallows" marshMALLows? Shouldn't it be "marshMELLows?") and was headed out the door. They invited me but I politely declined by assuring them that I would be watching from INSIDE the house--recording it all, of course...
First we have the preparation
And now we have the feast (I actually went outdoors for this one)
See, I really am a Romantic Mom with die-hard children determined to actually exemplify their mother's (non-)attempts to live out the "romantic life!" See their zealousness? See their sheer and utter commitment to my "romantic" cause? Now I truly know that I am NOT unenthusiastic and lame. I must truly be an inspiration!!
Here's Kitty
He says, "I've had enough...thank you!"
I'll admit it. I'm a Texas girl in Maine. I'm a wimp when it comes to cold. I love it as I stare out at it from the cozy, toasty indoors. My kiddos, on the other hand...I honestly wonder what has happened to them. They are SO ready for summer that they have completely lost their senses...to the cold anyway. It's a fact. It's documented. It's all of 45 degrees F out there. You betcha.
Snow...ski poles....swimsuits....black glove. (The glove, by the way, is not because her right hand was colder than the left. She wears a glove when she gets an ow-ey. If it's on her foot, she wears one sock. Don't ask me! I just do what I'm told). Great-grandma Cady, God bless her (if she were still alive), would have the head shaking and the tsk, tsk, tsk goin' on big time (that we all miss so much)...and she would have repeated "they'll catch their death of cold" at least 783 times by now.
I know, Grandma, what kind of a mother am I?.....Really...!!
Forgive me while I'm still trying to figure this whole blog thing out! If you're interested in the "Going Green" Series, you can click on the Table Of Contents below: (There, that's better, I hope!)
