SAVING THE WORLD, ONE K-POD AT A TIME
This past weekend proved extraordinary in a number of ways, if only because much of it was spent being productive with my children.
On Thursday evening-into-Friday morning, we hammered out a plan that will enable Enzo & Maddy to stay with us and essentially become our first ranch hands for the next six months or so. Together, we will all gain the experience of starting a farm and building a business from the bottom up.
Later on Friday afternoon, we rented an auger and punched out 28 holes to place a couple hundred feet of fence around Coop Knox to create a chicken and dog run.
We quickly learned that never the two shall run together again, as the dogs love to chase and bite the chickens; and the chickens love to eat the new sprouts in the herb and greens garden.
That evening we rewarded everyone with dinner at the Black Bird in the town of Cerrillos.
On Saturday bright and early, I got up at 6:30 and started building an area for our wildflower run, directly outside the herb garden and below the trove of bluejay and hummingbird feeders. It required a lot of rock raking, and placement of about half a dozen large garbage cans full of dried grass and wood chips.
Later after noon, we went to Los Cerrillos for their town-wide yard sale, which seemed to offer a little something for everyone in our party.
And that same day we all went for a hike to the Burnt Corn Pueblo on the BLM land that borders our property, where we found dozens of nearly-thousand-year-old pottery shards, which we respectfully left there where they belong.
Half of us then continued for another half hour through bush and bramble to Petroglyph Hill, where we saw the scratched scrawling of ancient hunters who once inhabited and roamed this land.
On Sunday, we took it relatively easy because most of us were sick, apparently caught from a cold that Olivia picked up at school. Of course, we considered COVID, and the sickest of us was tested, merely confirming that other communicable illnesses continue to exist despite the all-consuming pandemic.
Nonetheless and allthemore, since I was spared getting sick (so far), I reorganized the kitchen and my room, as well as began to remove the coffee grinds from the used k-cups and Nespresso pods for compost and top-soil.
Albeit it would be a hell of a lot easier to simply conveniently throw them away, I’m not okay with the notion of waste as a consequence of convenience. I feel guilty enough already that I need to find ways to recycle or reuse.
Hence, half way through emptying the spent grinds into a bucket, I realized that these used pods can possibly serve as great seed pods. As a result of such ingenuity, I mitigated my guilt, whilst figuring out another way to SAVE THE WORLD at Hacienda Dominguez & Chelenzo Farms.