I’ve threatened to talk about it before, but it’s been working for two solid weeks, so it’s time I introduce you to the Mud Dood. Nice, right? Well, let’s discuss. The Mud Dood (its sobriquet christened by the Young Person Sometimes Around These Parts), is better known as a Max …
It’s been noted before that the hauling of water ranks high up on the list of Most Unpleasant Tasks if You’re a Big Pussy at Cooter Hollow. Higher than de-quilling the dog from her latest adventures in porcupinery, and maybe even higher than Emergency Digging of Poopholes For Small People …
Suffice it to say that I’m not the world’s best singing-to-plants and happily weeding-all-day sort of gardener. But I wanted to grow my own food, and boy, did I ever. As such, I’ve just experienced an honest-to-the-invisible-beasts-in-the-sky Harvest. I’ve spent the past two weeks making salsa and sauces and oh …
We had the great misfortune of leaving Cooter Hollow for what was to be a brief respite recently. This turned into a trip that ended with re-entry via sledgehammer and the consequential installation of a shiny new door. Because when one whines about not having nice things, and pines for …
This is a Patty Pan squash. There are millions of them, or will be upon our return to Cooter Hollow after a brief escape to other secluded lands. I have no idea what to do with these things. I am, by most accounts, a responsible neophyte, as far as the …
“No, we don’t need to borrow your log splitter.” Log splitters are yuppie indulgences, I’d thought, against the founding principles of Cooter Hollow, I’d thought. Axes and splitting mauls, that’s what we need. Of course, the reality of me with an axe involves knocking a log around, maybe peeling some …
– “You have to write a retraction on your blogh.” – “Cripe. What’d I get wrong now?” – “Well, your blogh needs a fact checker. The sprayer is only 16 gallons, and I’m pretty sure it’s not quite 500 meters to the frogpond.” – “Really? You think that’s the sort …
Or: how to keep your garden from dying of thirst when your nearest water source is a leechy pond 500m away through the woods and down a hill. Cooter Hollow is host, more or less*, to two vegetable gardens this summer (* more on the second garden in a while). …
S. has accused me of inflating some facts on this blogh, and suggested that I nip any creative license now if I’m indeed to create an accurate document of the development of Cooter Hollow. So, fact-straightening time: It was only 6 gallons of water that I had to
We started, as most people stupid enough to move onto undeveloped land start, by pitching a two-person tent. Simple enough: it kept us from total waterlog, gave us room enough to breathe (only if we didn’t take DEEP breaths, though) and kept the bugs out (MOSTLY). But, a little-known secret: …
