Monday, June 24, 2013

Diggin' it

As I mentioned in an earlier post, we live in a house that is so well-placed in the country that Bradlee or Brody can pee off the deck without worrying that it will bounce off a neighbor's vinyl siding and splash them in the face. We are happy here, and my only wishes regarding our location is that we had a Panera, Andy's, Q'Doba and Target on our exit, but then I guess we wouldn't be in the country anymore, would we? (Also please note that we would then have to live in a one-bedroom shack because of all the above-mentioned addictions that I would inevitably find irresistible.)

So, we consider our house to be in the country because we have a nice amount of space and trees to separate us from our neighbors, who are not bad people but they are people we don't want all up in our biz-nazz. We actually have the absolute best neighbors across the street from us, and we wouldn't have been able to figure out much of the country life if not for them. (Neighbors, if you read this blog, know that we love you and we are sorry that noise travels so well across the valley between our house and yours and you get to hear every Little Lotz scream and squabble. Also, you should know that EVERY TIME we go outside Brody asks about you, "Mr. S," and your cows? AND he thinks any person in overalls is Mr. S. 

One of the best things about this place--aside from the deck-peeing, obviously--is the freedom to do some fun stuff with the land. Granted, we don't have rolling acres or anything, but we do have much more freedom here than we've ever had before. For example, we raised some chickens. I had a great, detailed "how to" blog post relating to chicken-raising and the fact that it really wasn't hard. However, then the chicks started eating each other, so I decided to scratch that post until we learned a bit more. (As a side note, we did get about 22 chickens out of it, even after an owl attack and the aforementioned chicka-bolism.

We also have a pretty sweet garden. I say "we" but really mean Brad because he puts the most work into the garden while I stay in with the Littles. Brody likes to help, and we are thrilled that he'll know about gardening as he grows up. He even likes to eat kohlrobi and sweet potatoes straight from the ground. And yes, he does do his best gardening in his undies. Although I've never done it, it's nice to have that as an option. No one can see us in our back yard, except the government, apparently.

        

Soon we'll have green beans, tomatoes, peppers, squash, zucchini, cucumbers, and more potatoes. Next up: Cows. (Hopefully.)