All but two of the groups of cuttings I stuck in the ground last fall are looking promising. The earlier season plants are loaded with buds that I hope won’t be damaged by frosts (late or otherwise) like last year. With any luck this will be the first year getting to eat hazelnuts from my own property.
The bookshelf project is coming along reasonably well. Today I put clear epoxy into all the knots and nail holes in the original stud we’re keeping as part of the build and when that’s cured it’ll get sanded up. The boards for the shelves are in the sanding phase which is a slow, fine grind (woodworking pun ftw!). I’m finally up to 80 grit on the palm sander after 36 and 50 with a belt sander. Part of what’s taking so long is that I’m taking the time to raise the grain in between sanding sessions so I can get a finish that will impress my one woodworking friend.
The ducks are starting to feel like it’s spring, which means that they’re getting busy. That wouldn’t be a problem except that our bestest boy Sudo is extremely reactive to the act (ducks are not gentle lovers) despite my efforts to counter condition his perception of it. One of our neighbors was over when he had an episode, and were perplexed by how calm I was at what was clearly the sound of my dog dying in six bear traps.
oh jeez. we had ducks growing up and you are not kidding. i was always kinda horrified as a kid by them, despite seeing plenty of animals getting down with one another haha.
Yeah, it’s not my favorite thing about them. We keep the flock balanced to give the girls a break but it’s still upsetting and I’ve interceded on a hen’s behalf a number of times myself. One small comfort I tell myself is that Sudo fully grasps the concept of consent and can’t abide when others ignore it.
All but two of the groups of cuttings I stuck in the ground last fall are looking promising. The earlier season plants are loaded with buds that I hope won’t be damaged by frosts (late or otherwise) like last year. With any luck this will be the first year getting to eat hazelnuts from my own property.
The bookshelf project is coming along reasonably well. Today I put clear epoxy into all the knots and nail holes in the original stud we’re keeping as part of the build and when that’s cured it’ll get sanded up. The boards for the shelves are in the sanding phase which is a slow, fine grind (woodworking pun ftw!). I’m finally up to 80 grit on the palm sander after 36 and 50 with a belt sander. Part of what’s taking so long is that I’m taking the time to raise the grain in between sanding sessions so I can get a finish that will impress my one woodworking friend.
The ducks are starting to feel like it’s spring, which means that they’re getting busy. That wouldn’t be a problem except that our bestest boy Sudo is extremely reactive to the act (ducks are not gentle lovers) despite my efforts to counter condition his perception of it. One of our neighbors was over when he had an episode, and were perplexed by how calm I was at what was clearly the sound of my dog dying in six bear traps.
oh jeez. we had ducks growing up and you are not kidding. i was always kinda horrified as a kid by them, despite seeing plenty of animals getting down with one another haha.
Yeah, it’s not my favorite thing about them. We keep the flock balanced to give the girls a break but it’s still upsetting and I’ve interceded on a hen’s behalf a number of times myself. One small comfort I tell myself is that Sudo fully grasps the concept of consent and can’t abide when others ignore it.