An urban micro farm experiment. Adventures in trying to live a simple life.
Monday, September 6, 2010
After checking my traps this morning, day 3, and finding the cheese bait to be gone without catching any mice, I am now online looking up what is the best way to kill mice. I'm looking at electronic devices, the best bait to use (sticky bait), when to set your traps and drowning methods. I'm obsessed. How to catch a mouse is to think like a mouse. So far, they have been outsmarting me. But this is war and I'm about to find a nice bucket, fashion a ramp with bait and arrange seeds on the water and then will cross my fingers. This can't go on. I have mothballs everywhere, traps all over the place and I cover my eyes when I open drawers and cabinets looking for a "kill." And now, I'm reading about how to kill mice and talking about different methods with perfect strangers that I find staring at the trap section in the hardware store.
In historical order: printmaker, typographer, graphic designer, semi-professional handbell musician, radical minimalist and self-sustaining urban micro farmer and a collector of mid-century objects d'art.
The question is: can I turn the backyard of my home into an urban micro farm?
The verdict is still to come but through much planning, hard work and blissful ignorance, it definitely seems like a good possibility!
2009 was the official start of Daisy Farm.
The purpose of this blog is to serve as my written record of how things are going, a little history and perhaps some miscellaneous ramblings that might crop up while I'm waiting for something else to do in the garden.