We are admittedly a bit late to the game, but we have started composting here at Three Geese Farm. With four hens laying eggs daily, and us frantically trying to devour as many of these delicious miracles of nature as possible, there is plenty to compost, coming out of the coop and the kitchen. I bought a compost bin with ventilated sides that sits outside behind the coop. I also purchased a kitchen countertop compost container that is airtight. That is for coffee grounds, eggshells, banana peels — every perishable form of food waste except meat products.
I feel absurdly virtuous now that...
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When reading a book at night, I invariably sit at my desk, Spotify playing through my earbuds, the Mac monitors glowing in front of me. The book lies flat on the desk, which I built out of black walnut and red oak 15 years ago. I am mighty fond of that desk.
Propping the book open is an embossed leather book weight. It is about 9 inches long with a pair of lead weights entombed inside on either end. It will keep open the heftiest tome in which I am engrossed. The velvet backing has come loose on part of it. I am working up to gluing it back together. One doesn’t approach such tasks quickly....
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I didn’t plan to write about my dad, just a few weeks after posting a piece about what would have been my parents’ 72nd wedding anniversary. But I can’t get that painting out of my mind. Perhaps writing about it will help. Besides, Father’s Day is coming up. I have been a dad for nearly 47 years. The verdict is likely still out on my fathering qualities.
Some of you have read this before, but others haven’t. I’ll make it brief. My dad drew a paycheck as a commercial artist, a fancy term for a sign painter. A botched medical procedure when he was 58 left him disabled and unable to work....
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The girls have been with us for a month. Our four Cinnamon Queen hens — Loretta Lynn, Dolly Parton, June Carter Cash, and Patsy Cline — seem quite content in their new abode, now covered in poultry netting so they can safely wander about their fenced enclosure during the day. Around dusk, I go inside the coop. They immediately follow me inside since I am the Food Guy. Truth be told, they are better at coming to me than the pups.
Putting up the poultry netting was a challenge. My Beautiful Mystery Companion and I spent the better part of two days cutting and attaching it with cable ties between...
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