Posts Tagged ‘Country Life’


May 14, 2010

I’ve decided to start a garden this year. It will be my first time ever.

I figure, since I spend approximately one-third of my waking moments thinking about (the eating of) fresh vegetables, and since we’re spending the summer at my mother-in-law’s house in the country where there’s tons of land, there’s never been a better time to start.

How hard can it be? (I keep telling myself.)

The first step, after deciding on the location of the garden, was to till the land. Josh called a good friend of ours to see if we could borrow his tiller, which I supposed was one of those little fork-looking things.

Until Josh asked his brother if we could borrow his truck to go get it.

This is my three-year-old nephew-in-law demonstrating how to use the thing.

This is Josh and my sister-in-law assessing the land situation.

Take note of the solid weed covering. Yeah, a little fork wouldn’t have cut it.

And now here some oh-so-exciting pictures of me tilling the ground for the first time (what a milestone! haha.):

It’s like a lawn mower, except a lot heavier.

By the second time around, it was starting to get dark.

And here’s the after picture!

This must be my most exciting post yet.

Unfortunately, it rained/snowed/hailed for the next two days so we haven’t been able to get any planting done yet.

Periodic garden updates to come!


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May 13, 2010

Josh and I have moved to the country for the summer. I mean the country country. Where I wake up to cows mooing and there isn’t a Wal-Mart to be found. We did it for his summer job, painting houses and stuff.

I do love it here. So far we’ve gone four-wheeling, hot dog roasting, and on a date to the local movie theater, which only plays two shows at a time and doesn’t accept credit cards.

On our drive home one day we decided to play “how many pickup trucks can you find.” In a mere three blocks we saw forty-one. Forty-one! That’s, like, more than twice the number of houses here. Josh says that having a truck is like proof of your manhood or something. But I think he’s just trying to get me to agree to let him get one.

So in the next few months you’ll likely see a lot of posts reflecting a city girl’s perspective on the country. Not that I’d describe myself as metropolitan or anything, but I do know that Levi’s aren’t the only brand of jeans out there.

For starters, if you’ve ever lived in the country, you probably know about this summer time problem:

No, I’m not talking about the pretty scenery. I’m talking about the little black spots on the windowsill.

Here’s a closer look:

OK you guys, I’m telling you, flies out here are not normal.

Here’s why:

  • They’re enormous.
  • They’re not afraid of humans– they’ll land on you just as frequently as on the kitchen faucet.
  • More proof that they’re not afraid of you: you can swat at them all you want; they’ll stay put.
  • They fly more slowly (probably because of their added bulk.)
  • Oh, and they multiply unnaturally quickly. Like some kind of copy-and-paste program gone wrong.

I have this problem though. More specifically, a phobia. I hate bugs. Not in an I-hate-bugs-and-so-I-love-to-kill-them way. It’s more like an I-think-they’re-so-gross-I’ll-start-spasming-if-one-of-them-touches-me kind of way. Which means I can’t kill these dang flies. That would require making contact with them. And cleaning up their… (shudder)… little corpses. Which requires even more contact.

It’s such a pity. I mean, look at them. They’re like sitting ducks. I really should kill them.

And I really should kill these two.