Roots, Bloody Roots!

Not only a kick-ass Sepultura song, but also what we have been up to since returning from salin' high way 127.






Decontaminating water after a nuclear holocaust can be quite a process, but here at Robinsby Acres we spare no expense!  No mutants here!













A head of broccoli a day keeps the monsters away!  At least that's what we tell the children... oh the poor frail little children:(

Nothing like a good ole fashioned beheading.  Brings to mind Robes Pierre of the 1789 French Revolution fame.  I think we wrote a song about this dude at University.  It was really stupid, but Sepultura would have made it cool! 

Alas the fruits of our labour.  In true French Revolution fashion, we put the head of broccoli on a pike at the front of our yard.  Let this be a lesson to all broccoli of what happens to them when they become so delicious:)

It has been F-O-R-E-V-E-R (yes, it is a Sandlot reference)

Yep, it has definitely been awhile. July sucked but August was great! Newfoundland rocks... if you'll pardon the pun! Sadly the indoor garden is no more. Some jalapenos were harvested, along with grape tomatoes, but the mites proved to be a mighty opponent and the remainders had to be destroyed :(

Here is the first injury of the year. My fault, really. A filing cabinet beside your work desk really should not be left open - even one inch. View the open wound in all of its glory. It has been two days and it is still leaking. I only wish I had gotten a photo when it was dripping blood and grabbing the attention it deserves. I used hand sanitizer to disinfect and 1.25 hours later a kind person at work shared her first aid kit with me. Hopefully I come out of this better for the experience, although the scar will likely last a lifetime. Pantyhose it is.