City Chickens
One day, hopefully within the next year, The Man of the House and I will move to the country. Once we’re there I’d really like to get chickens. Technically though I don’t have to wait. There are a lot of people … Continue reading →
One day, hopefully within the next year, The Man of the House and I will move to the country. Once we’re there I’d really like to get chickens. Technically though I don’t have to wait. There are a lot of people … Continue reading →
The Man of the House did it. As promised he planted tomatoes right by our front steps. What’s that behind the tomato you ask? That’s my little stone bunny.
Continue reading →Earlier I wrote about Junior the lemon tree and his problem with scale. When I took a closer look at Junior I noticed that he was covered with things that looked like white grains of sand. There were also tiny … Continue reading →
Several hours ago The Man of the House went outside to “do a little gardening”. He was outside for ages so I went to check on him. His little bit of gardening turned into removing a stump beside our front steps. … Continue reading →
Today we took a trip to Union, Washington. Union is along the Hood Canal area of Puget Sound.
Continue reading →Last night The Man of the House and I tried to make cheese. It didn’t work. We gave it loads of extra time. The milk did thicken slightly but it never solidified into cheese. We had early cheese-making success but lately … Continue reading →
Years ago one of my neighbors gave me a lemon tree. She no longer had room in her house for it. (I live in the Seattle area. Lemon trees can be placed outside in the summer but have to come … Continue reading →
At the start of the year I got a digital camera for the blog. It’s what I use for most of the photos here at BeetleEyes. I love the camera but it’s a battery hog. I was running through a … Continue reading →
The Man of the House has family from Turkey. We enjoy hearing about life in the old country. The city names sound exotic – Istanbul, Ankara, Izmir and Kayseri. There are family stories about a man who owned a rug shop … Continue reading →