I thought I would never live a sustainable life again, how could I? I am single. . . have a home of kids, live in town with a small back yard. . . it seemed so foreign. THEN I found a website about urban sustainable living. I am in a fairly small town, so I began to figure if they can live sustainably in the middle of a city what am I complaining about in a town? Granted my yard is tiny compared to my former four acres and I work way too many hours a week to milk goats daily but at the same time . . . there is much I can do to lesson my footprint and live life in a far more simple way. . .
Over the past year and a half I have built four garden beds and fill them completely year round. Years ago I laughed at small gardens, now I admire them. In many ways I prefer this style of gardening, my weeds are less, I grow only what we will eat, I have food year round and I don't have to get muddy! I don't have goats, but it enables me to leave to go camping on the weekends, to go fishing, to do festivals and concerts and enjoy my life to the fullest. I can't argue with that!
SO, this weekend was the first weekend home in about a month. We went to my father's home the weekend before (he can bbq. . . BOY can he bbq!) and the weekend before that was camping. By the time the weekend hit the weeds in the yard were a mile high. I spent saturday fertilizing (organic) weedeating, composting, transplanting (how did I end up with 9 zucchini plants?) and making strawberry jelly (16 jars out of a flat of strawberries!) However, I was really missing having a bunny, as they are the perfect animals for small gardens. Rabbits are the perfect recyling machine. . . give them garden scraps and what goes in . . . must come out as perfect fertilizer!
Our last bunny passed away about a month ago, and I have been letting my children's heart rest for a bit, but this weekend I watched the compost pile grow higher and higher and realized it was too much. One trip to the local coop . . . and here is what we came home with . . .
This would be Marx ~ He is hiding between cilantro and swiss chard, happy as can be. My sweet six year old son thought that the garden bed was a salad bar for Marx. . . but alas, Marx quickly was moved to a more appropriate area.
This would be Freud. Yes, we have a sociology/psychology bunny off. See, I have a degree in sociology and my 15 year old daughter Katie just took her first psychology class. . . can you see where this is going? Oh yes. . . we debate for days in this home. It's rather frightening. SO, Katie named her bunny Freud, which of course meant I had to name my bunny Marx.
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