Welcome to Cranky Puppy Farm!

This blog belongs to two Gen X-er's smackdab in downtown Kansas City where we've been renovating and decorating two old Victorians built in the 1890's. Our life is filled with 3 demanding Pomeranians (1 of them cranky, of course), honking cars, noisy neighbors and the hustle and bustle of city life but we dream of the day when we can move to our 40-acre farm and hear nothing but the wind and the cows next door. Until then, we're chronicling our triumphs and mishaps here as we try to garden and preserve on 2 city lots, raise chickens, and learn all those things we should have learned from our grandparents. Welcome to our world - we hope you'll stay awhile!

Miserable Day? No Way!

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Well, I've just come inside from what some folks might call a miserable rainy, cool fall day.  Our plans to pickup the new countertop from Lowes for our laundry room is on hold since it's raining outside.  So I have spent the morning listening to a cacophony of snoring dogs while reading the latest edition of Mother Earth News that showed up in my email and looking at online heirloom\organic seed stores.  The only thing that is missing is a hot cup of cocoa.  And maybe some cinnamon muffins. 

Anyways....my perusing was interrupted by some very excited noises coming from the hen house, so hubby Jim and I put on tennies and hooded rain gear and headed out there thinking we were about to find our very first egg.  But we were only to be disappointed, as there were no eggs to be found.  Good grief...I feel like an expectant grandparent!

While we were out there, I grabbed the plastic bins that I'm going to put in the nesting boxes.  (I'll do another post on that project tomorrow).  I need to cut them down because they're a little too long to fit.  And they turned out to be a convenient box to put some jalapenos, red peppers and tomatoes in - while were out there, we noticed that we had a ton of stuff that could be harvested.  Harvest in the middle of a downpour?  Not gonna stop us.  And a neighbor even stopped by to ask what the heck we were doing out there looking like demented monks with our hoodies up, so we gave him some tomatoes for braving the rain. 

I hope all this rain is drowning those d*mn squash bugs on my pumpkin vines.

Swimmingly yours,


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