tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15363790.post3053940681513689958..comments2023-09-22T10:50:41.465-07:00Comments on Finny Knits: We *may* eat a lot of peaches. If we can get out of here without murdering anyone. I don't think they get a lot of peaches in jail, is what I'm saying.FinnyKnitshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08813175777047535103noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15363790.post-32740051836038932512015-08-04T00:00:19.832-07:002015-08-04T00:00:19.832-07:00so.... i am now making finny's 'best sauce...so.... i am now making finny's 'best sauce ever' as i do every year and i had to google "finny knits best sauce ever" and then visit the most recent post or two to make sure you're still around... so thanks, for about 8 years of sauce making. you're awesome. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07691189454056171981noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15363790.post-67143166375921901392015-06-29T21:55:24.463-07:002015-06-29T21:55:24.463-07:00Bummer about having to give up your current garden...Bummer about having to give up your current garden, but making a new one is super fun - we just bought a house in Santa Cruz and I've been busy shoving vegetables in every sunny spot in the yard. Good luck with the real estate over here, it can be rough! A.Foghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05261274769660436068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15363790.post-30994897591018281172015-06-17T16:09:46.054-07:002015-06-17T16:09:46.054-07:00We have some major dirt patches/holes in our yard,...We have some major dirt patches/holes in our yard, partly due to dog and small child, partly due to drought, partly due to insufficient water, and it was just bugging us. <br /><br />I raked up all the hay I could find and we're just going to say "FUCK IT" for now. It just means we wear shoes in the back yard as to not track all the dirt into the house. ::sigh:: <br /><br />Damn drought.Renee Annehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12513788818111774118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15363790.post-90527714953214133762015-04-29T11:44:43.011-07:002015-04-29T11:44:43.011-07:00Such a good suggestion. And honors my deep-seated ...Such a good suggestion. And honors my deep-seated need to swing the bat at annoying people's heads. <br /><br />*Sigh*<br /><br />Plus, I could really go for a basket of peaches...FinnyKnitshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08813175777047535103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15363790.post-82297102888007978412015-04-29T11:43:51.411-07:002015-04-29T11:43:51.411-07:00I'll certainly try! xoxoI'll certainly try! xoxoFinnyKnitshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08813175777047535103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15363790.post-17552816273415863052015-04-29T11:43:33.694-07:002015-04-29T11:43:33.694-07:00Yeah - it was an inevitability. Bubba has been cou...Yeah - it was an inevitability. Bubba has been counting on this, though. We've been talking about moving away from...well...civilization for a couple of years and when I declared that I was going to be a farmer, he was, like, "GREAT! Let's get the fuck out of here."<br /><br />Sort of a leap at the time, but I appreciate the support.<br /><br />General location is Santa Cruz county. Otherwise, we know nothing. We haven't found a new place yet (had to sell the old place first), but we're looking at places with at least an acre and sunny usable space for my NEW garden that will, with any luck, be managed with a tractor with PTO and associated implements. <br /><br />Because if I'm going to give up my badass suburban garden, I'm going to have a proper country garden. And that means tractors. And tractor implements. And me NEVER EVER building beds by hand with a shovel like a savage.<br /><br />We'll see.FinnyKnitshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08813175777047535103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15363790.post-81234286714825882492015-04-29T11:37:08.841-07:002015-04-29T11:37:08.841-07:00I can't believe it either. I have regular bout...I can't believe it either. I have regular bouts of stress sweating and neighbor murdering. We better move soon!FinnyKnitshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08813175777047535103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15363790.post-58864745295377336402015-04-29T11:35:51.862-07:002015-04-29T11:35:51.862-07:00Nah - we're just going to Santa Cruz County. N...Nah - we're just going to Santa Cruz County. Not sure exactly where yet, but somewhere around there. Closer to the awesome farm and job that are both awesome. <br /><br />And dude - why are you planting grass? You're in CA. We have drought. I'm going to go ahead and say that's why your grass isn't growing. It knows that it's doomed and/or it hasn't gotten enough water and/or the hay is blocking the light it needs to germinate and establish. <br /><br />Highly recommend lawn alternatives like this; http://www.highcountrygardens.com/sustainable-lawns/grass-plugs<br /><br />Not to be all DO WHAT I SAY and shit, but...just...DROUGHT. I skeered.FinnyKnitshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08813175777047535103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15363790.post-51573222009905634062015-04-27T09:20:39.203-07:002015-04-27T09:20:39.203-07:00First of all, I would send you peaches in prison. ...First of all, I would send you peaches in prison. Not even ones in a can, I'd have one of those fancy ass fruit basket things shipped to you. Second, I feel like your Realtor doesn't really understand how shitty these people are. Because the logical solution is to use the bat to bash their window in and then leave them a piece of plywood. Because you don't need to clean fucking plywood. Sara Strandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02641499434694637445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15363790.post-10090954618841097142015-04-25T05:47:39.853-07:002015-04-25T05:47:39.853-07:00I wish you much happiness at your new "digs&q...I wish you much happiness at your new "digs"....you will create beauty wherever you land! xoTRB Holthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06472599221066111695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15363790.post-52700721540617635032015-04-25T03:10:53.400-07:002015-04-25T03:10:53.400-07:00Whoop, there it is. I was just WAITING FOR THIS. Y...Whoop, there it is. I was just WAITING FOR THIS. You know, after all that, "I'm a farmer!" thing. Because once you get a taste of the rural life, it becomes more or less unbearable to live in very close proximity to too many people. Especially if they're assholes.<br /><br />So when do we get the details? General location, acreage, will you get livestock?<br /><br />I am very sad on your behalf about your soon-to-be-ex garden, though. That is a great garden you have to leave behind. Sniff.Kristin @ Going Countryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00221544641416039741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15363790.post-17439781597652954732015-04-24T18:55:25.983-07:002015-04-24T18:55:25.983-07:00I still can't believe you're moving. But ...I still can't believe you're moving. But I am so happy for your next adventure. We look forward to helping in the packing/unpacking/general stress. Deccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04515274049604839002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15363790.post-52032385999535448282015-04-24T18:21:32.705-07:002015-04-24T18:21:32.705-07:00Well. I assume you're not going toooooo far aw...Well. I assume you're not going toooooo far away because awesome job is awesome. So, I'm guessing down toward Salinas Valley. We have friends down that way (one has her PhD in plant genetics and works for Monsanto - but she works with lettuce, which isn't part of the "evil" part that people like to bitch about). So, there's that. <br /><br />Also, tell me how to get the fucking grass to grow in my yard. We seeded, we watered, we fenced it off so asshole dog and small children couldn't get there, we covered it with hay (because that's what we did in Wisconsin and it worked perfectly), and.......nothing. Just a big mess of hay. ::sigh:: I suppose I should just google that shit...Renee Annehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12513788818111774118noreply@blogger.com