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New life on the farm
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This summer was a very busy season around our farm. We are in the midst of converting our farmland from leased cash-crop acreage to pasture managed by us. That might sound simple enough but it requires cutting, mowing, fencing, draining, digging, and budgeting, planning, etc. and not necessarily in that order. We are hosting a small herd of Black Angus cattle and have so far fenced in 12 acres of land for grazing. Over the next few years we plan to expand the fenced in land to 40 acres and the herd to 40. So, that has been exciting. Now that we...
And this is where I speak to you from my heart, again
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Snow. It has been falling steady all morning. I knit, and write, and I sip hot cocoa. This kind of cozy, relaxing morning is fulfilling to the soul. The world is very quiet on a snow day. Watching the steady flow of softly falling flakes can be mesmerizing, leading to deep thoughts and philosophical contemplations. At least, that is how it is for me. This morning the snow along with the and the contemplation that comes with knitting have worked together to lead my mind to you, dear reader. I have known many of my readers for a little more...
I wore a wool hat
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It has already been chilly enough recently, I wore a wool hat a couple of times last week. AndiIt is just now the last day of summer. I remember the first year I was in New York, we went to my husband's nephew's farm--a couple of hours south of us-- for a pig roast in mid-August and camped out a couple of nights. It got down into the 40's both nights and we were freezing all night long; mid-August. That funny little hand knit skirt I was making last week for Sweet Pea is finished now, but she didn't want...
Tree Peonies of 2011
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You may have wondered where I have been. After fighting off a flu back in April that lingered for several weeks, I took a bit of extra time off to recuperate and do some long needed planning regarding my blog, my website, the knitting patterns, my writing in general, my fine art paintings and photography ... to mention a few items on my mind. I have also had some on again, off again computer problems over the past two years that have been quite annoying at times and during my recuperation I had to deal with that. With a very...
Peepers, willows, and geese
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My husband's grandfather had a saying about the peepers freezing three times before spring officially arrives ... we heard them last week, then there was a freeze and we heard them again this week. I don't know if this counts as them being frozen twice already, or only once. What I do know is that once you start hearing peepers the glowing green grass and flowering fruit trees are not too far behind. Between now and then we will hear more and more peepers until peepers is about all we can hear, there will be so many birds singing that...