Tuesday, September 29, 2009

A Bit Under The Weather

It seems on top of my kidney infection I have now come down with the flu....good time to just rest and relax for a few days.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Saturday in Pictures

Kittens are so cute
Sweet and Sassy Faith (only have two left)
A clothesline full of little blue baby things, hit the Goodwill Jackpot yesterday !
looking through favorite cookbooks to see what to cook for supper and what to bake

Saturday Morning Ramble

Yesterday required another trip to the Doctor, this infection has been going on so long I hardly remember what life is like without it, but thanks to a urine culture, we now know which drugs will work. And it appears its a kidney infection which explains why the medications have not been working, the ones I have been taking over the course of the last month were for a bladder infection. In honesty, the dragging on of this is pretty much my doing. I neglected to mention my back pains. For some reason, I just kept equating my back pain with work I was doing. Hauling feed, moving furniture etc. Proof that our mindsets are powerful things indeed. I was certain it was just an ordinary UTI and not looking to any other signs of symptoms. It makes me think about other aspects of my life where I am so concentrated on an area that I miss out on seeing other parts of the puzzle that might just make the picture a whole lot clearer.
We are quick to see the fault in others, yet so often fail to see our part of the deal because of our preset thinking on the subject and that often leaves us without a way to fix a situation that needs some help.
So often when I am reading the Bible, I come across a text and sit back for a minute and think, "oh boy does so and so need to read that !" Or I might think along the lines of "if only people would set this text as their goal and not what they are doing, the world would be a fine place to live." Its just easier to look beyond ourselves and see things as if they were meant for all the wrong doers we happen to know personally, but most times, we are missing the point or not seeing the symptom within ourselves. It takes humility to look first at ourselves. It takes meekness to read a Bible text and wonder first before ever thinking about someone else, if we are falling short.
I went into the Doctors office yesterday and said to him, "its my own fault I am here again with the same problem, I didn't mention all the symptoms I have" Now, its true I didn't really do this on purpose, but at the same time, I was convinced from the very start I knew what was wrong with me so related only the symptoms that applied to that problem, neglecting to relate that although my kidneys were not hurting at the office visit, they had been hurting at other times. So when we read a text about arrogance or pride or some other fault, we may not at that very moment be prideful, but as soon as we start thinking that so and so is that way and how our life would be better if we mailed off that text to them, well, I think we are missing a symptom because of our present mindset.
Life is continued education, only thing is, we need to be willing to learn the entire way.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Extra Bushy Tails on the Squirrels

"Observation of squirrels also serves to predict the weather, particularly the severity and length of the approaching winter. If their tails are very bushy and they can be seen collecting huge amounts of nuts, squirrelling them away, a long and bitter winter is about to begin."

This morning while pulling weeds in the garden, two very noisy squirrels were chasing each other around and around the black walnut tree. One had a walnut in its mouth and evidently the other one wanted it. I stood watching for quite some time but kept looking at their tails, in all the years of living here, I have never seen such bushy tails. They are like full feather dusters at the back of their bodies. Makes me think, this could be a cold winter. Time will tell.
It sure was fun watching them, although it took a bit longer for me to get done with the task at hand.
photos were not taken this morning because I was not about to walk into the house and get the camera and miss this little show of "I'm gunna get you".

Thursday, September 24, 2009

A Sunset.....and last nights sky

from 'Feuilles d'Automne'
~Victor Hugo~
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,
Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,
In numerous leafage bosomed close;
Whether the mist in reefs of fire extend its reaches sheer,
Or a hundred sunbeams splinter in an azure atmosphere
On cloudy archipelagos.
Oh, gaze ye on the firmament! a hundred clouds in motion,
Up-piled in the immense sublime beneath the winds' commotion,
Their unimagined shapes accord:
Under their waves at intervals flame a pale levin through,
As if some giant of the air amid the vapors drew
A sudden elemental sword.
The sun at bay with splendid thrusts still keeps the sullen fold;
And momently at distance sets, as a cupola of gold,
The thatched roof of a cot a-glance;
Or on the blurred horizon joins his battle with the haze;
Or pools the blooming fields about with inter-isolate blaze,
Great moveless meres of radiance.
Then mark you how there hangs athwart the firmament's swept track,
Yonder a mighty crocodile with vast irradiant back,
A triple row of pointed teeth?
Under its burnished belly slips a ray of eventide,
The flickerings of a hundred glowing clouds in tenebrous side
With scales of golden mail ensheathe.
Then mounts a palace, then the air vibrates--the vision flees.
Confounded to its base, the fearful cloudy edifice
Ruins immense in mounded wrack;
Afar the fragments strew the sky, and each envermeiled cone
Hangeth, peak downward, overhead, like mountains overthrown
When the earthquake heaves its hugy back.
These vapors, with their leaden, golden, iron, bronzèd glows,
Where the hurricane, the waterspout, thunder, and hell repose,
Muttering hoarse dreams of destined harms,-
'Tis God who hangs their multitude amid the skiey deep,
As a warrior that suspendeth from the roof-tree of his keep
His dreadful and resounding arms!
All vanishes! The Sun, from topmost heaven precipitated,
Like a globe of iron which is tossed back fiery red
Into the furnace stirred to fume,
Shocking the cloudy surges, plashed from its impetuous ire,
Even to the zenith spattereth in a flecking scud of fire
The vaporous and inflamèd spaume.
O contemplate the heavens!
Whenas the vein-drawn day dies pale,
In every season, every place, gaze through their every veil?
With love that has not speech for need!
Beneath their solemn beauty is a mystery infinite:
If winter hue them like a pall, or if the summer night
Fantasy them starre brede.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

An easy sort of day

There is an easiness to this day that feels welcoming. The gray clouds stretched across the sky like a plump down comforter, tied here and there making puffy spots. The air is cool and slightly damp, but not in an uncomfortable way. The music on the stereo fits the mood of the moment...its the kind of music that is fine for reading or crafting by, or just sitting by the window watching the world go by. New cinnamon candles are lightly scenting the room and it makes me want to bake pumpkin bars or gingerbread men. The crepe myrtle leaves are changing color, bold red leaves are trembling in the gentle breeze. It is fall and for right now our weather matches the season, but summer temps will no doubt pop in from time to time.
This day is comfortable and living on our little homestead feels so right. Emery and I started dating 31 years ago and what a happy 31 years we have had. I wanted to marry a farm boy and I got one. Emery was raised on a wheat farm in Kansas, but wanted to see the city life. I was raised in the city and so longed for a farm life. We were meant for each other in every way and feel that way about each other every single day. Blessed beyond what we could have ever imagined so many years ago when on one single day we started talking and have never stopped. Dated for two weeks before he asked me to marry him and we got married 10 weeks after our first date. We knew...and we were right.
This is a fun week for us as we go through my little day journal I kept so long ago in 1978, reading what we did, where we went on dates, what my thoughts were and feeling that same kind of butterflies in our stomachs as we look into each others eyes. Life is good and I feel incredibly blessed.

Without Love

I woke up this morning thinking about the state of the world, the economy, the thoughts of all the dooms-dayers, and bringing it home close, thinking about my town, my neighborhood, my extended family and my own little family. Thinking about love and the deeds that are the fruit of love and then I thought about the following verses in the Bible and compared them to my own experiences with people and sighed regarding the profound truth of the words, no matter what you believe, acts of kindness are so much better when love has been the motivation. Think about the conversations you have with people and you know they are always better when spoke from the heart of a humble soul that is filled with love and not selfishness.
Bringing it closer to home yet, I thought about my own words and deeds and when they are motivated by love, they are better. We don't have to go through life trying to change people but we can change lives by having love for them, even when they are acting out of less than wonderful motives towards us and the life we change is often just our own.
Imagine if politicians, both sides of the isle, had honest love of mankind in mind when they met ?
Imagine if health insurance companies and banks were motivated by love ? Imagine if each one of us were motivated by this kind of pure love when we spoke, when we prepared meals for our families or faced walking in the store and saw all the things we suddenly wanted. Imagine we felt this depth of love when we drove or stood in long lines at the store or had a testy clerk wait on us ? Imagine what a difference in our world if we ourselves kept no record of wrong done to us, even a mental record ? Imagine our lives not full of envy, boasting or pride ? Would churches be full of kindess and not judgement ? Would we feel differently when we read others blogs or watched home and garden shows that offer us a view of things bigger and better than we have ? Would we spend our time differently if our hearts were full of love for others ? I know I would.
1 Corinthians 13:
1 If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3 If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
8 Love never fails....
13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The First Day Of Fall

Storms and the cold front last night ushered in true fall temperatures for us and I could not be happier. The windows are open and the air blowing in feels almost cold. Yesterday afternoon we had a temperature of 91 degrees and most of today has hovered right around 60.
Melanie called me to come over for a bit and enjoy some of the pumpkin chocolate chip cookies that she had just taken from the oven. Mei-Ling greeted me with a cookie in one hand and a toy in another. Her little face aglow with pure joy in the day. Melanie's house so tidy and neat, beautiful music in the background, the aroma of spicy cookies cooling and a comforting warmth coming in the living room from the kitchen stove. There is something profoundly beautiful for parents to see their children with good homes and happy hearts. Order and contentment, goals and direction that mirror all the things you taught them as children. Coming home from Melanie's house, I thought, this is what life is all about, seeing your children grow into fine young people that know what life is about. Generous, kind, always thinking of others, and full of compassion. This is what Emery and I strove to instill in our children and now we see it before us. I love talking to the girls each day when they call to tell me what they are cooking and baking and what they have accomplished for the day. Always asking about what we are doing, how we are and showing care for us. It's love in words and they show it to us in so many ways.
A little note thanking us for this or that, or just to say they appreciate us and love us.
What more could we ask for ?
So today, on this first day of fall, my heart is full of thankfulness for the love that fills my life.
And for the cool weather too, I love it so much.
It occurred to me, that I could live in a penthouse apartment with maids and butlers or in a log cabin way in the woods and as long as my children were who they are today and I had all the love I do, the place or the style of life would be inconsequential.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Storms on the Way

Rumbling in the sky, lots of lightening and later on, a nice cold front that will cool us down nicely.

A Little Morning Fun

It is a warm day here, and before a cold front arrives tonight, we thought it would be a perfect day to take Mei-Ling to the local lake and have some fun tossing pebbles into the water and maybe even do a little wading.
What fun we had. Mei-Ling cried when we had to leave, which means we just have to go back again soon. Grandmothers are so blessed to have another round of play time, not only do we have years of playing with our own children, but then we get to do it all over again with our children's children. Life is good. How blessed I feel to have such a close relationship with my girls.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Sunday Morning Ramble

The train is sounding its horn at the crossing that is at least a mile away, but we can hear it loud and clear in the crisp morning air. Windows are open, curtains appearing almost shy and hesitant in their movement with the light breeze. It is almost Autumn and you can feel a change coming. This morning Emery was up bright and early, using the cultivator in the garden, giving it one more going over before we make our rows and plant the fall garden. Collard Greens, Broccoli, cabbage, spinach, lettuce, cilantro, peas, carrots, some heirloom cucumbers, turnip greens and we always plant some cooking pumpkins hoping they make it and covering them on the frosty nights. Its never easy to know just how this growing season will turn out. Last year we had a very mild winter so the garden was producing up until it was ready to plant the spring garden. I was thinking this morning, that gardening is such a part of our life, not sure we could live without it. The health benefits are so good, for the work aspect and the eating of nice fresh organic veggies and I suspect since it was a garden that God put the first people in, even before it needed to be worked in, I am thinking, a garden is good for our mental health and well being. It certainly provides time to think when you are down on your knees weeding !
I am a bit disappointed that the medication I am on for my infection has left me sleepy feeling, so much so that I haven't gotten much done in the last couple of days and probably won't accomplish much for a few more days, but it does seem to be taking care of the problem.
I am not much for sitting around, matter of fact it drives me crazy. I am a woman of action and like to be busy. Napping is not my thing. I can probably count on one hand the amount of naps I have taken in the past couple of years. To me naps are a bit like taking a scenic ride and falling asleep in the car, you miss SO much. I get 8 or 9 hours sleep every night, so never seem to need a nap, but this week, with this medicine, I seem to fall asleep on the sofa every afternoon. So not like me at all.
Its nice to come back to where I left off on this post with the news that the garden is done. A lot of work, but satisfying work and one that will reap a lot of blessings for the table.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Cool Evening Breeze

The house is silent, except for the wind blowing outside. There are no fans going, no music, no air conditioners. Just quiet. The lights are all out except for the light from the computer screen.
Emery is sleeping soundly. I wanted to check my mail once before I headed off to bed too.
The air is so cool coming in the windows I almost could use a sweater, but no, I would rather feel the joy of being cold....its been such a long time since I have felt cool air, naturally cool air. Its damp too and that's a combination I love, makes your skin feel so soft and breathing it is feels invigorating.
We had some really good news tonight. I called my dad this evening and there was no answer, which in all honesty frightened me a bit, he should have been home, but the great news is, he called to let me know he was out with friends having pizza. Due to the cancer growth, he had not been able to eat solid food, but its shrunk already so much so that he could once again put his dentures in and eat. It is such a blessing.
He has been receiving all the cards and well wishes so many of you have sent and he is so very thankful for all the encouragement you have shared. I know that the prayers being sent up on his behalf are being heard. Proof of that is how he is once again able to eat solid food. Its a miracle really that its happened so soon and that the treatments are so effective. I pray they continue to do the work they are meant to.
Melanie, Mei-Ling and I went out for lunch today and looking across the table at the two of them, I was filled with gratitude that they are both doing so well. Miracles, the two of them.
How many times God has kissed them on the forehead with the miracle of life !
It seems so ridiculous in view of the frailty of life to waste a moment worried about how many things you own, or who knows who, or striking out in anger at people. Its nothing more than a waste of time to fill your life with things, when your table is empty of loved ones because you are angry about something, or you refuse to apologize for something you said that was unkind or said in anger. Life really is fragile and should be handled with care and prayer.
Filling your life with an over abundance of stuff is perhaps the easiest way to avoid looking at the emptiness we keep trying to fill. Might be more fabric than we need, buying supplies for a new hobby we never get around to, a pantry full of foods we will never cook with, a closet full of shoes that we just don't need or clothes we will never wear. What we really need is a close family, mended fences and the courage to reach out to love. We need courage to be who we really are and who we are meant to be. And sometimes we need to swallow our pride, and say we are sorry to the loved ones we have hurt so that no empty spots fill our hearts.

It's time for me to head to bed and dream sweet dreams while the cool evening breeze blows through the window and has me pull the quilt tight around me.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

A Quiet Sort of Joy

A quiet sort of joy spread over our house today like a warm comfy quilt. Nothing major happened, matter of fact to most, this day might seem a bit boring. But there was something special about it, perhaps it is the cool damp weather bringing with it that welcome change from months of hot sunny days, or perhaps it is that content feeling that is borne of being thankful for what you have and where you are right at this very moment in life. Maybe, its that perfect combination of all the right things today.
My day started out with a trip to the Doctor, for about three weeks I have been fighting an infection and today I had a culture done. It appears to be a very drug resistant bacteria, a bit stubborn, like me at times. Later in the morning, a trip to the feed store, a bale of alfalfa and a bag of sweet feed for the goats. The car smelled good to me on the trip home, sweet and farm like. I love that scent almost better than any fancy scented candle.
Well worn jeans, a red thermal shirt, long sleeved and how nice to have to wear long sleeves after months of wiping sweat from my brow during chore time. Wellies, covered with the things mud pies are made from. Work gloves on as I haul the hay to the barn. It feels just right to be living this day, this way. Glassed working as a headband, holding back the rebellious hair that is determined to get into my eyes. I seem to always have my glasses up on top of my head, it works for me. Keeps them handy at all times.
The goats are glad for the deep green alfalfa hay, its like candy for them and if you let them, they would eat far too much of it and get sick. I empty the bag of sweet feed into the barrel in the feed room. Sticky with molasses the corn, oats and barley fall in little clumps, reminding me of granola.
Harry sits patiently waiting for me at the gate. He seems a bit confused as to why I am in the feed room when its not milking time. The world around me seems very quiet. A little breeze blows and shakes the branches over the barn, creating a little rain storm...besides that, it seems like a silent part of the day. Chores done, my feet carry me past the herb garden, past the chicken house and past the work shop. I stop at the garden fence, wondering if I want to tramp through the muddy rows and check on the watermelons. I decide tomorrow will be better for that. The kittens are sleeping on the rug on the back porch, so many kittens but so cute. They need to find homes soon. I kinda hate to part with them, they are so friendly and sweet.
Kicking my boots off at the back door, I am greeted by the smell of apple bread sitting on the table. This is just about a perfect day and a perfect time for a cup of tea.

Licorice loves attention and always seems to crowd out Faith
Licorice munching down an afternoon snack of alfalfa
The banana spider seems to grow bigger every day
My wellies, a bright spot amid the mud.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Rainy Sunday Ramble

For a couple weeks now I have been thinking about the vacations people take. Lots of people find great pleasure in heading off to remote locations to "rough it" for a week or two, often sleeping in tents with no modern conveniences at hand. Others head out for small cottages by the sea, staying in quirky little places that have old kitchens, and tiny bathrooms. Furniture that has no style and certainly does not match. Others might head out for distant countries and stay in places where it feels "chic" to have walls that are not smooth or squared. Where you might endure only a bath tub and no shower or have to hang clothes up in a wardrobe since there is no closet. I recently saw a home for sale in the Caribbean that was over a million dollar price tag and yet the house was old and had been added on to and added on to so many times that it had about 4 levels all on the first floor, and had a bath that you had to step over the toilet to get to the sink in the one tiny bath. Of course there are folks that travel in style too, staying in 5 star hotels and resorts, but still lots of folks "get away" to quaint fishing villages where life is very old fashioned and slow and the point of the vacation is to get away from the rat race of working hard to get more stuff that you want to get away from at least once a year.
Why not just live simply and slow all the time so there is no need to want to get away from it all ?
I smile reading about folks adventures as they vacation on a Dude Ranch or Working Farm, and after their stay, they spend the next year waiting to go again, does that mean my lifestyle is actually a dream kind of vacation spot for some ? We have the old fashioned house, the doing it the old way existence, nice food, chopping wood, milking goats, gathering eggs etc every single day and yes, we love it. Sometimes we measure it against what everyone else seems to have and wonder if we are missing out on something, but then it comes back to the same old thought. We love our life. This morning, Emery is tinkering around the house, doing little jobs that he has put off because the outside work had been demanding his attention. The rain has slowed us down a bit today and kept us inside.
We may not have the scenery of some vacation spots, but we sure do have the lifestyle that is slow and easy. Time to talk in the evenings, time to nurture relationships and we get to play in the dirt and call it gardening. We get to sleep worry free each and every night. We get to sit out under the stars by the fire pit when we want to and for the most part we don't feel obliged to live like the Jones. We are human and do feel pressure from time to time to think success is measured by what you own. It doesn't last long and stings only when we feel it from our families or those that matter dearly to us.
For me, it always comes back to this, I am most content in tee shirts and skirts or pants, flannel shirts added on in winter. Comfy shoes and wool socks. To be chic is hard work and there are other things I would rather be doing than trying to be stylish all the time. Granted date nights its nice to clean up a bit and be all girly. Make-up and jewelry are not my thing, never have been. Gets in the way when you are stacking wood and digging in the garden. Nail polish doesn't last a day, my hands are far too busy for that.
I suspect that old fashioned living will always be my deepest calling and straying from the old fashioned ethics never seems to bring me any happiness. At times I remind myself of some young person trying to see the world by taking trips here and there to find something, themselves perhaps and yet feeling so complete only as they walk through the gate to their home when they return.
One thing I have learned in the past few years, that personal happiness is not always related to momentary pleasures and momentary pleasures certainly do not guarantee that deep and abiding happiness.
Rainy weather always brings out personal reflection for me and today has been that sort of day. Measuring the value of what surrounds me, not the things, but the actions of my choices and the actions of those nearest and dearest to me. The intangibles. Life is good and keeping it simple works for me. Keeps me grounded. Keeps my head out of the clouds where visibility is not always the best.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

The Sound of Rain

It is just after midnight and I am still up....usually we are in bed much earlier but tonight the rain falling is like natures music to calm the soul. Windows are open, air conditioners off, the house is extra quiet except for the sound of the rain falling outside. I can hear it hitting on the puddle outside the window and hitting the metal roof of the porch. The lamplight is flickering in copper tones on the floor, creating an atmosphere of sacredness, much like that found in some old candle lit chapel. It is a beautiful feeling.
Life is good and I am feeling very blessed tonight for all the good things in my life.
A little P.S.
Thank you to all who have sent cards to my father, he is really enjoying them.

Saturday in Pictures

We have had over 3 inches of rain in about 24 hours. What a blessing for us. Rain always makes things look so vibrant and refreshed. The cool temperatures have also made me feel refreshed, revived. Windows open, thoughts of autumn, and a re-commitment to the simple life.

A Challenge To Myself

We had a lovely meal last night, everything tasted so good, and the atmosphere was perfect for conversation and gazing at one another but we both woke up feeling sluggish, or as Emery says, "stoved up", which is a term I had never heard before meeting him. Maybe Yankee's don't use such a phrase. We are not big meat eaters, matter of fact I can count on my fingers how many times I have cooked steak in my 30 years of marriage. I think our bodies just rebel when we eat something like a Filet Mignon. I only ate half of mine at that. Don't get me wrong, the taste was outstanding, it's just I seem to have more of a slant to be vegetarian and so doesn't Emery.
The dessert was way too rich and we honestly should have just shared one instead of each having our own. With this in mind, I am going to challange myself to put the same zeal into some vegetarian meals. The same kind of care and attention to detail, the same ethusiasm for cooking, for having meals where you taste each ingredient as if it was a fine wine. Presenting them with the same care as I have been doing. Since I have not been buying any processed foods, the only ingredients I need to change, is the meat aspect. Everything else has been fresh organic fruits and veggies.
We will be planting our fall garden soon and then a short time our meals will include fresh garden produce again. Flavored in the same way as I have been doing with the recent Julia Child recipes. It is our once a week oh la la meal that needs the most tweeking to satisfy our desire for more healthy eating. The rest of our meals are more simple and certainly less fussy without all the richness. I like this new challenge I have set upon myself.
Have been checking out the recipes in the cookbook, "The Optimal Diet" by Blaney and Diehl. I love that book.
My goal in life remains ever the same, keep it simple, but still enjoy beauty without it compromising your well being. That goes for everything, including buying things for the house, and clothing. Speaking of clothing...time to put on my wellies and check out the garden after the big rains last night and this morning. Time to roam around a bit outside and thank the good Lord for the life I have...and then do some sewing and some spinning this afternoon. The cool morning has reminded me that fall is actually going to arrive in the near future.

Friday, September 11, 2009

"Un rendez-vous d’amour et d’amitié"

"A date with love and friendship" ~Colette~ is a wonderful way to describe the meal table. Once a week we have an extra special meal. The table is set with candles, pretty china, silver and food that is not only nourishment, but an experience to eat. We enjoy each bite, savoring the flavors and the distinct taste of each kind of food. It is the one time a week we have dessert.
The movie Julie and Julia has changed the way I see cooking, meal time and eating. I still feel inspired each and every time plan a meal. All our meals are different than they used to be and my attitude is so different about cooking. It is a JOY. It is something that makes me feel more accomplished. It seems to mesh so well with all the words of the book I love so well, "French Women Don't Get Fat" and I continue to loose weight despite what seems like richer foods. But moderation is the name of the game and I now understand that in a deeper way than I have ever done before. And strangely our food budget has not changed one bit...no processed foods of any kind and shopping only for what I need that week.
Tonight, Filet Mignon, pan seared and served with a shallot wine sauce, Tarragon fingerling potatoes, steamed broccoli and for dessert, mousse au chocolate in chocolate tulip cups.
Of course after this wonderful meal, we had to head to the barn, mud boots and rain coats on to do the milking and gathering eggs. Balance !
~Faites simple~

Much To Catch Up....

In mid January, we saw the passing of my father and after nearly two years of caring for him, it was so hard to see him leave u...