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Greetings from Petunia the Pig…
The Scholl Bus has been parked at our new farm (as of January 2016) in Cottageville, SC. We have been busy making the place our own, and now I am working on a new website for our farming adventures. When the bus hits the road again for family travels, I will update this site with the news.
Our plan, for now, is to make some modifications and upgrades to the bus (unless someone happened to offer us millions for the bus, then we would consider selling). It is currently set up as a guest house, nestled in among the trees at the new place.
The new farm name has been decided, and the domain name has been purchased… Now to get the site rolling before the official announcement can be made.
You may have noticed the lack of updates to this page, well there is a reason for that. We decided several months ago to put down some roots in South Carolina. The bus has been parked until we find some land to purchase in the near future.
We are currently renting a house that gives us good access to the Charleston area, and is close to my new job. I will be adding posts in the near future about the trip I just took with my dad to the WMSTR show in Minnesota (Labor Day Weekend).
In the meantime, feel free to browse some of the older posts from our traveling adventures. My work schedule gives me some flexibility for traveling that most jobs do not allow for. Don’t give up on Scholl Bus adventures just yet, we have more plans up our sleeve than you could possibly imagine.
Here are a few pictures of a little fishing break we had before I headed out to Minnesota. We caught a few small Croaker, and this one lonely blue crab that tasted great.
I have been listening to folks complain about the cold and snow all across the country since November. I thought I could bring a little smile to everyone, whether you are tired of the cold or not. February brought some new additions to our critter clan, which led to some photo opportunities as usual. One of our rabbits had 5 kits (baby rabbits) and the girls have been having a blast taking care of them. At first, the momma didn’t seem to be feeding them enough to please Lydia, so her 11 year old Veterinarian instincts kicked in. The girls held the momma and let each of the babies nurse at least 2 times each day. After their eyes opened, they had enough spunk to chase her down so they were less concerned. It is amazing how fast they go from pink hairless and helpless to fuzzy and hoppish.
After I had the bright idea of sticking the little hoppers in the bowl, I had a mission to complete after they opened their eyes. My sense of humor kicked in and I had to get a different shot with them in the bowl with a few added props. Behold, the Rabbit Stew Starter Kit, complete with Scholl Bus rabbits and a Wholly Bowlly bowl. The bowl is one I didn’t like how it turned out, so we had been keeping loose change in it. I felt I needed to throw that disclaimer in there so somebody wouldn’t get upset because their bowl was previously peed in (true story, we had a leaky hopper)…
I had to go to the North Carolina Mountains to help my dad as he recovered from back surgery. Thankfully everything went great with that, so I had time to enjoy the scenery with the winter wonderland. The weather was bitter cold the night I arrived in Boone, a balmy -3 degrees with high winds. I tried to get up to dads shop to park because I didn’t think I could get up the steep driveway to the house. I couldn’t get to the shop without going to a local country store to put chains on my truck.
The next day I had to go get some groceries and other supplies, so I had a plan. I bought heavy groceries (including a #20 turkey) and piled them behind the axle in the bed of the truck. This extra weight, combined with my chains, allowed me to get up the driveway to the house. Mountain ingenuity at its finest…
I also had the job of trying to help dad learn how to cook something healthy so he could quit eating boxed meals and pizza. I roasted the turkey, sliced and bagged it for the freezer. The bones were turned into broth, also divided and frozen. Now he has some supplies to use in his stir fry (that I also helped him learn how to cook) with real veggies and mushrooms.
The last snow that fell during my stay in the mountains came in a fluffy variety. It was not super cold when this snow arrived, so it had a little more weight to it. I walked across the road early the morning after the snow to see if I could beat my 91 year old grandpa to the shoveling task for his sidewalk. I barely made it before he came out to start shoveling, but I managed to squeak by. He had to come out and measure how much had fallen over night with his trusty ruler that was most likely older than me.
As I cleared their steps and sidewalks, I took the time to enjoy the snow and listen to the creek and waterfall trickling just below their house. Their split rail fences and rhododendron were very picturesque. Grandma decided to surprise dad and I with a homemade blueberry pie later that day.
I am glad I have been around long enough to realize how important these little daily events are. Daily frustrations can get you down, but if you step back long enough to look at a few snow flakes and listen to a creek trickle, your perspective can improve. Hopefully my grandma (and her grin when she revealed a piece of the pie was missing because she had to be sure it was “Fit To Eat”) can give you something to smile about this winter.