Month: November 2012

To get you in the mood for this post, here is a link to our walking soundtrack featuring Patsy Cline Let it play in the background as you read on.

When was the last time you experienced an unexpected perfect moment?

Last Saturday night after a light dinner of turkey soup with fresh buttermilk biscuits, our belly’s were full, the moon was bright, calling us outside for an evening stroll.

Arm in arm with my good friends, singing Walkin’ After Midnight, out in the moonlight, it was perfection! (although it wasn’t after midnight)

Moments like these wake us up, they are not part of the plan for the day, (or evening) they are the simple pleasures that make up a full life.

I wanted to share my lazy way to save tomato seeds with you.

When ever you have a tomato that is exceptionally beautiful and delicious simply save some of the seeds to grow out next year. It works best for non-hybrid varieties, like your favorite heirlooms or cherry tomatoes. Try it now before all your garden tomatoes are gone! It is a simple process, I have been doing this for years.

Let me know how it works for you.

When you visit Quillisascut Farm you will see an interesting breed of chicken called a Naked Neck or a Turken and as the name suggests they have very few feathers on their necks. Often times people will ask, “Is that a turkey?”, or  “What is wrong with that chickens neck?”, “there is a chicken out there with a problem.” To which we reply no problem it is the breed.

I know others think they are not very attractive but we like them, they are hard workers, scratching up bugs, they seem less stressed out and friendly with interesting personalities. (Okay, I know that sounds odd, but all the chicken fanciers out there will know what I mean) We did read that they require less protein in their diets then other breeds of chicken and that appeals to our thrifty farm way of thinking.

They lay lots of eggs, they still have some instinct to sit on a nest of eggs and will be good mothers to the chicks that hatch. We have one old hen that we named Silly. She doesn’t hang out with the other chickens, sort of a loner at heart, she likes to sit in front of the door- competing for position with the dogs.

Oh and Billy Bob, the rooster, he is a red-neck!