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This weekend was spent mostly indoors. A storm hit Friday night and it rained all through Saturday until early Sunday morning. We lost power for about 36 hours, but because we have a generator, our house was able to function per usual. Starting in fall and well into spring our area looses power multiple times a year and I’m always surprised to hear people talk about how they had to stay with friends or check into a hotel during the longer outages because they don’t own a generator. Why don’t they have generators? I understand if you have a small generator and it runs out of fuel after three days, but to not have one at all…why? It baffles me.

On Saturday evening a tree branch fell on an electrical wire that’s connected to our roof. Gave had to grab the orchard ladder and cut it down with a hand saw. I wish the pictures showed just how rainy and windy it was while he was up on the ladder. He was relieved to make it down to the ground in one piece.

Side note: notice the color of the leaves in our trees? Red! It happened overnight, I swear. Fall is coming!

On Sunday I spent the day surveying the damages to the garden. It wasn’t that bad. My dahlias took a beating and I had to cut down a few and throw them in the compost. I doubt my sunflowers will stand back up, but they weren’t doing too well anyway. Our corn was almost completely flattened. My lovely 4×4 rows are no more. A few have popped up over the last day, but most of them are still quite supine. They are still alive…but I don’t know if there is anything I can do to help them pop back up or if I should leave them be.

We turned the old garden shed into a makeshift beekeeper’s station for Gabe. He bought a propane stove and a turkey fryer so that he can heat up big batches of sugar water and basically keep his sticky mess out of my kitchen.

Gabe checked the bees today to see how they were faring and remove the second round of mite treatment that he placed in each hive a couple weeks ago. The smaller hive grew from two frames that my parents gave us a few months ago. My dad used plastic frames instead of the traditional wood frames and the bees don’t seem to like them very much. The hive had become increasingly weak, and he gave it to us in the hopes that we might have more luck than he did in strengthening the colony. When Gabe opened up the hive, he discovered that they were building their comb on top of the frames in the temporary space reserved for the mite treatment. Thus, the sticky weird looking mess (honey!) you see in the above photos. Normally Gabe would scrape that off, which would force the bees to use the frames, but because their colony is already so weak and cold weather is approaching, he has decided to leave it as is and hopefully the hive will be strong enough come spring for Gabe to scrape that off or just replace the frames altogether.

There was some honeycomb in the stronger hive that Gabe scraped off and he brought it inside. He drained some of the honey out and we scooped it up with our fingers. It tasted incredible. I can’t wait until we can collect a big batch of our own honey.

wednesday yarn along #8 and other things

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*Joining Ginny

There has been a bit of radio silence on my part the last few days. On Thursday I came down with a horrible stomach virus (perhaps the same one the kids had two weekends ago?) and I’ve only recently begun to feel like an actual human being.

On Sunday (since I was finally able to pick myself up off the bathroom floor) Gabe and I took the kids to a park on the Hood Canal. It was overcast because of the fires in Eastern Washington but the view was still incredible and the breeze felt amazing. The kids enjoyed themselves, but I wish I had thought ahead and brought a spare change of clothes for them. I didn’t expect for the water to be so warm and they were itching to splash around. Normally I would have let them wade in and play in their clothes, but we were heading to dinner shortly afterwards and two small children sitting naked and shivering in a restaurant just wasn’t an option for us, go figure.

The photo of Sam holding onto a shell is one of my favorites. He claimed he could hear the ocean from inside the shell.

I haven’t done much knitting or reading this week. I’m still working on Inland and I finally caved and ordered my own copy of A Well Trained Mind. There is too much information in there for me to take in without being able to highlight to my heart’s content.

a space to call my own

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I don’t know why I felt the need to include so many photos of Eddie sitting in the bathroom. The lighting was really nice, and she seemed to be having a good time just sitting there. She looks adorable, even with multiple potties in the background. That’s right, we have multiple potties. Small potties, big potties, and a potty seat. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Our son will be potty trained by the end of the summer, even if it kills him (or us).

Fall is coming. I can feel it. The mornings are cooler, the days are shorter, and the leaves are just starting to turn. I know I’ll regret saying this come April, but I’m looking forward to cooler weather and rainy days. The heat is starting to get to me.  I’m tired of putting on sunscreen. And sweating.

I finally picked up my Inland sweater last night and began knitting again. Turns out I needed to rip out more rows before being able to continue. Now I don’t even have enough stitches to divide for my sleeves. Sigh. Hopefully I can find time to knit this weekend to catch up to where I was earlier.

I suppose the last few photos require some explanation. That, my friends, is our “office.” I say “office,” with quotes because it’s really just the room where Gabe pays the bills and the rest of our crap is thrown when it doesn’t have a home anywhere else in this house. That is going to change.  I need a space to call my own and Gabe needs office furniture that doesn’t include my old crafting table and cheap plastic bins. I didn’t include any photos of his side because really, he just needs a new desk and a few filing cabinets. Me, on the other hand…I need a brand new design. One that doesn’t involve piles of Tupperware bins filled with yarn, fabric and other craft supplies. 

My space needs to serve multiple purposes: a place to knit, sew, blog, and create lesson plans. I also need space to store all my knitting, crafting, sewing and homeschooling paraphanelia. So, as you can see, I need a space that will be very multi-functional. The challenge is to meet all those needs in a very small room with a sloping ceiling and a chimney that comes up through the floor and into the ceiling.

Oh, and I want it to look purdy.

I think I may want this desk. It folds down on both sides, so I can expand it by opening both sides when I’m sewing and need a lot of table space or I can fold one side down and have a regular sized desk for my non-sewing activities.

Does anyone have any suggestions or ideas? I would love to hear them. How do you organize your creative spaces?

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