Well, I've had requests (okay, one request, from Nancy in Mexico) to get on with it and update my blog. So at great personal expense (yes, I'm doing this instead of unpacking a box), I bring to you: our driveway on garbage day last Wednesday. You might have to click on the photo to enlarge it to see this detail, but just to the left of the end of a driveway, there is a tiny beige dot. That would be our garbage can. (The bigger white thing is the sign for our farm, kindly left by the previous owners.)
Gordon put the can in the back of our Mazda, with the hatchback open and the can poking out. Time for a pick-up truck! I needed binoculars to check that the can was emptied later, and the lid was on the ground. HAHAHAHA!
The corn to the right is on land that belongs to our as-yet-un-met neighbour, who lives kitty-corner across the street. All we can see of their place is their silos. The land on the left is all ours, baby. Most of our land is planted in soybeans destined for tofu (it's rented out to another farmer for the time being.) Oh wait, I already mentioned the tofu in the last post. Whaddaya want, I have a middle-aged brain.
And here is the FIRST FARM PIZZA:
Shrimp, red pepper, black olive tapenade, red onions and mozzarella. And I baked it in this baby:
MY NEW CONVECTION OVEN! With bread-proofing feature! I have died and gone to heaven! I love my stove, I love my new bottom-mount-freezer fridge, I love my new KING SIZE bed, I love my new kitchen, I love my new house, I love my barn and granary and garage, and I love my new farm!! I am overwhelmed with love. Feel the love, baby. Oh, well, I guess that should be "our" not "my", since Gordon owns it too. Fine, I'll concede that.
Okay, so garbage and ovens. Not the most titillating blog entry, BUT yesterday I did see about THIRTY wild turkeys, eight of which were babies, sauntering past the barn to the field. And across the street there is a migratory bird sanctuary, so among other things, we are seeing and hearing a lot of Canada geese.
Oh yeah, and there are plenty o' chipmunks around the yard that will soon be eating out of my hand. Bring it on! Bring it on!
So, Nancy, are ya HAPPY now?