Holy shit it is hot here. Not really sticky humidity but omg the desert followed me here hot. It is a daily (twice daily) battle of water and crossed fingers to get the garden through this. 20+ days of over 100 degrees. Water restrictions. Grass fires happening more often, including at the neighbor’s while we were away. Quite sobering to see the fire lines in our yard where it creeped through the fence a little.

The coop is coming along. Of course, nothing is ever fast enough. Patience. Patience. He’s doing mortis/tenon joints to help it be stronger and look nicer. In the meantime, he is also totally indulging my love of bright colors by letting me paint it in various bright colors that would never be inside our home. Jade greens, caribbean blues, watermelon pinks, sunny yellows. It’s a fucking chicken coop, it can be bright and whimsical and non-matching. I think it’s feasible that we’ll have girls living in it by month end.

More and more we settle into this house, and have even had “what if” conversations about buying it. Maybe it doesn’t have loads of land, but the whole POINT of urban farming is small scale. We love living in the city and being close to stuff. We’ll probably not be ready to move/buy in the spring, so in theory we can live here and pay rent or potentially live here and pay a mortgage. A very low mortgage. We could move later, or settle in here. Plenty of smaller spaces are having amazing production. While goats would be out of the question, chickens and bees wouldn’t. Plenty of space for raised bed gardens. Room for berry brambles. And not so much that no one can be happy because they’re too busy working too much space. Interesting how thoughts shift and morph when you’re just open. It is just a discussion for now, but could be a possibility.