We interrupt the silence to pose a few questions. 1) What in heaven’s name are you doing in the back yard? 2) Don’t you know the good acorns are up on the hill just a few yards from the tree stand? 3) Where is your mother? 4) Do you by any chance know where your
All. Social Functions. All I checked the catalog at both libraries and the book is available to be checked out.
“Catching the Turkey” Grandma Moses 1940 More in the “Catching the Turkey” series here. Though I know little about Grandma Moses, primitivism, or art, I am a fan of Anna Mary Robertson, and enjoy looking at her work. “A Blizzard” 1956
I thought it might be a hoot to spend some time reading about the years leading up to the first Thanksgiving from the perspective of folks on the other side of the pond, so I pulled a few crappy old English history books off the shelves.From pages 137-8 of A Manual of English History by Edward
It going to be cold tonight.When it’s cold, the smart thing to do is divvy up the space into small units & heat only those that are necessary.Rocky is under the covers. Missy’s on top of them. The door is closed and I can still smell Daughter C’s fire which warms the greater surrounds.I’ll go
Miss M did not think too much of the fact that I simply bulk uploaded the photos from the Christmas Market the other evening. She was particularly troubled by all the work you, Dear Reader, would have to do to see the store front candy canes.I have no excuse other than pure and simple laziness. Fortunately,
Rocky is doing well. Thank you all for asking! He is not supposed to exert himself for 10 days. Daughter C has sequestered him in her room. He comes out occasionally to say “Hello” and to see what’s up in the world. I think he’s recovering quite nicely. Miss Missy, on the other hand, is a mess.
$2.94 to the coffers of Mississippi There are days when I think the Girls & I should be in charge of these events. Only one shop had cider. If WE were running the show, all shops would be encouraged to have cider. Here’s a bit of what I found picture-worthy: This you have to pay
First Daughter C fire of the season– a Beauty! Daughter C is such a fanatic. She refused to start a fire until I’d moved the highly flammable books and deer away from the fire box. I fuss at her for being overly cautious but… . Who am I to judge? She might be right. And believe
Rocky is having surgery tomorrow morning.
I wasn’t making that up. I even marked a passage to share: That public virtue which among the ancients was denominated patriotism, is derived from a strong sense of our own interest in the preservation and prosperity of the free government of which we are members. Such a sentiment, which had rendered the legions of
So. I am sitting a few seats down from a woman who cannot refrain from placing call after call after call on her not-iPhone6. If it were not so annoying it would be entertaining. I have learned that she’s thinking of selling her house and the address of said house. I have learned where she
I’m re-doing the bookshelves in the BunkHouse! We are moving at the speed of . . . putting things back together here at the Farm after the Lost Summer. As evidence, I submit to you this shelf which is finished and is accidentally symmetrical. God works in mysterious ways
what’s happening here on the Farm. (Yes. That is is a 10ml beaker. I have hundreds of them!) Take this evening, for example. I went to lock up the Jager Haus (formerly known as as the ‘Bunk House’ which is still not yet put together properly) and I came upon this: What the H-E-Double
we manage to shimmy through that break in the line? Okay.Okay. I know that we– as in my location indicated by that little stick thing– aren’t going to shimmy through anything. We are pretty much stationary. We don’t shimmy.But what do you want to bet that little break in that big mean green line breaks up
Data Everyone– which is to say each and every solitary individual who has ever lived and is worth his/her salt– wants to to consider him/her/itself special. And so it should come as no surprise that Mr. Big Food & I thought ourselves quite special this evening. Really? How many other folks in our little county
“Hello? Have you seen Marica? I’ve been looking everywhere for her!” “What? No! Who!! I’ll eat your tail if you keep talking, you measly amphibian!!” “Now, Missy. That’s no way to talk to the … gecko… lizard… chameleon… , is it?” “RUFF!!”