An inquisitive old fart with a camera
I’ve spotted cats around this one vacant house for some while. But never four at once, sitting in the open, watching me and my dog through an open fence.
Fortunately, for my dog, cats do not represent food value. However, if that one in front was 3-day-old, stale, maybe even moldy bread, she’d be in there in a heartbeat. Yes, that daft.
Closer to home, our neighbor emails me a picture of our cat, asleep. On their bed, in their house, upstairs.
My wife woke up this morning after a dream that one of our avocado trees was starting to produce! She walked outside and voila! Seems like we just checked the other day and saw nothing.
I’m guessing these two trees are around seven years old.
Landmark day 😉
I was disappointed how long it was taking to make compost — basically, three buckets’ worth in five years. So I started reading about worm composting, found a design that looked good, figured I’d order some worms — without remembering something.
So I built a little worm farm.
I also built my first hydroponic unit.
I started making compost tea.
And I discovered that my first attempt to sprout sunflower seeds wasn’t unsuccessful after all. They loved the non-composting compost barrel!
I don’t want to seem judgmental, but
mine’s the one on top.
Grease trap. Stinky, nasty piece of work that has to be cleaned out every couple months. Here’s ours, dug up and replaced.
It looks perfectly functional, and it is. But since the plans to our house were never brought up to date at the intendencia, it had to be replaced by a bigger “approved” one — 20 liters.
Instead of 18.
