Deep South

So tomorrow we are off to the Deep South Philosophy of Biology Conference.

Do not take that announcement as an invitation to rob the Farm.

Daughter C, the J-Man, and Gilbert, Bebe, Rocky & Missy will be guarding the joint. And the humans know where the loaded guns are stashed.

The humans also know where the unloaded firearms are. And where the ammo is.

Find another target.



The Sopranos

Just FYI, we’re winding down on The Sopranos.

Season 6.


Tony in a Coma.




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I’m tired of traveling

But this trip has potential!

So Coach Bruno’s nephew has agreed to Farm/dog/cat/Farm sit.

This is a big deal. Lately & usually there have been four of us.

Now the four of us are going to Savannah. Leaving Coach Bruno’s nephew in charge of four dogs and two cats and 60 acres. Not to mention the beavers and the trail cam.


I gotta admit. It’s hard. I am privileged to have met your acquaintance.


A Sprig of Life

There’s a wedding coming up.

And Kat wants permission to establish a Food Forest. Go for it, Kat.

You should know, our Last Will & Testament has been filed. Caroline gets the Tiffany silver, you share and share alike the rest.

We stuck in a non binding admonition that we would haunt you forever if you let Farther Along Farm sip away.

In so far as I will continue to post cool photos, I hope to one day post Mr. Big Food and ‘Phen fishing.

It’s very foggy this evening.

There were severe ThunderStorms earlier.

There was disorganized hail.

I think we responded properly.

Daughter C and I are going to review our Emergency Provisions this weekend.

We are coming on Tornado Season, afterall.


Diner Supper

Man. I didn’t get a picture but I served the sandwiches and chips in those red baskets lined with fancy napkins.

Daughter C commented that supper was very diner-esk.

Comin’ up on 3/12, by the way.

So there’s a wedding coming up

And the beavers are making themselves at home.


And life goes on.

The Little Fellow is learning stuff and so are his mom & dad.

I haven’t mentioned this to anyone (except Mr. Big Food who was there) but I ran into a 5 mo. old the other day.

You’ have thought those young couples had never seen a kid before.

Kids are fun.

Insert the link to the video of kids playing.

Play is huge.

It’s why people are so stupid today. They didn’t play.

And you say, “They didn’t get a chance to play,” like it was their fault.

Meanwhile… . Caroline & Jordan are getting married here on the Farm.


I was told I was to be in Kansas.

Imagine my surprise upon discovering that I am in Missouri.

This is not the sort of mistake I make. Indeed, I asked, “Missouri or Kansas?” as I was checking on the weather. I was told Kansas but, “It’s all one big thing.”

It may be but I am in Missouri. Missouri is a stupid state.

AND NOW Mr. Big Food is telling me that Missouri is also where Branson is. Branson! In the Ozarks.  Where all of the has-beens go to sing. That’s in Arkansas. You know, Ar-Kansas. As in Hope. And Hot Springs.

I need to brush up on my geography. I’m better than New Yorkers are at this sort of thing

but clearly the fact that I am in Missouri rather than Kansas indicates that I have some work to do.