Putting meat on the table the old-fashioned way is a long standing tradition of the self-reliant. Ask any new homesteader what their most-desired skills are and you’ll likely find “hunting” in the top 5, at least for those who weren’t raised in a hunting family. And so it was that I, Br0therH@rold, the APB resident Green Thumb finally got blood on my hands. After years of enduring the hysteric chittering laughter of squirrels on Mr. Paranoid’s woodlot as they flitted […]
I hate cell phones, but I’ve always carried one for safety and convenience. When smartphones came out, I could see the utility of having the interwebz in your pocket, but the high cost of the phone and the ridiculous monthly service charges had me sticking with my craptastic pay-as-you-go biscuit phone for years. When I finally gave in and got a smartphone almost three years ago, I was appalled at having to pay $70 a month for a single line […]
It’s been five months since I completed my battery-powered insulin refrigerator, and I’ve discovered a design flaw that might require some rework soon.
As the winter of 2014-15 was winding down, I identified a major gap in my preps. It started with a midday phone call from Brother Harold. That was strange right off the bat – we rarely communicate by phone, and almost never in the middle of the day. Turns out he was stuck in traffic with state and local police cruisers flying past him, and he wanted to know if there was anything big going on that he should know […]
There’s a mouse in my pantry. Or at least there was. But there might be more. And that’s A Very Bad Thing.
When my daughter Ginger had her Type 1 diabetes onset last March, one of the first preps I put in place was getting a backup to our backup generator. Insulin is life, and the supply must be protected at all costs, and since insulin must be kept cold, refrigeration is crucial. I can’t allow any single points of failure in my insulin supply and delivery system, so we have multiple stashes of insulin in multiple fridges with multiple sources of […]
I had a dramatic and disappointing illustration of the law of diminishing returns this weekend. It’s wood-butchering time on the homestead – actually, it’s well past the time that I should have been putting up next year’s firewood, but the woodlot was snowed in until only comparatively recently. I’m sure there’s still a snow pile lurking around here somewhere.
In a classic case of “if you build it, they will come”, what I considered to be a failed Mason Bee experiment, nature has miraculously turned into a success story.
You may recall my experiments with low tunnels for squash and low tunnels for sweet potatoes. I’m always looking for opportunities to get an early start on spring, or to hang on to the last breaths of fall before winter takes hold. Low-tunnels are an easy and cost effective way to extend the growing season and this year I’ll be experimenting with low tunnel tomatoes.
Well, maybe not never, but at least take what they say with a grain of salt. Case in point: the alternator in my tractor blew up on Saturday. Not literally, of course, but pretty close – it smelled like burning.