When the mice hit the fan

It all sounded too good when I asked Ma what our plans were for the day : " We just need to hit two places in town then we will do a little canning and relax. " Nothing ....ever.. is just that cut and dry..EVER....on Zen Mountain. We try to keep things simple on Zen... Continue Reading →


The Stock Cannon on Zen Mountain

Well I seen a horse fly I seen a dragon fly I seen a house fly I seen a peanut stand And heard a rubber band I seen a needle that winked its eye But I've been, done, seen about everything When I seen chicken stock fly Restocking freezers and pantries for the year Other... Continue Reading →

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