With no decorations on The Farm I’m not overdecorating for Christmas. In fact, I’m not decorating at all. My Christmas OverDecorating Partner in Crime is fixin’ to move out. And so, … I weighed on the one side of the scale the energy it takes to turn The Farm into an awesome Christmas Lights &
of a White Christmas, … .” As far as I’m concerned, white Christmases can stay in Vermont but I want you to have that tune in your head as I tell the story of little Israel Baline, and the man he came to be. Israel was born in Temun, Russia in 1888. His family was
Who doesn’t love The Peninsula on a 60+ degree day in the beginning of December? I think family should have its very own peninsula– or something similar as suits its taste. A destination not too far from home, but far enough to be someplace one does not go every day. When the weather turns, the
In honor of our honored guest, The Frenchman, and to celebrate the end of 12 weeks of travels, tailgates, Farm guests, travels, tailgates…, we had a nice little brunch yesterday. I did not have time to print a menu but if I’d had, this is what it might have looked like Please do note the
As come across on Whidbley Island, Washington USA
Species from the genus Horsetails. The only extant genus in the class Equisetopsida. Kingdom. Order. Phylum. Genus. Species. There are about 20 species in this genus. According to that infallible source, this species’ common name is Rough Horsetail. Equisetopsida reproduce not by seeds, but by spores. That’s correct. A seedless plant. A living fossil. There was
The giveaways: Top photo: That’s not my leather sack; it’s my new water repellent nylon/polyester pack in front of my new water repellent long puffy coat. Bottom photo: That’s not the Mississippi Gulf Coast; it’s the Pacific Ocean. Other than that, it’s Halloween night in a small town with very little wifi, lots of rain
Followed The J-man as he was coming up the drive– and you’ll recall the driveway is about 2/10th of a mile long. Followed him up to the porch of the apartment where he (The J-man, not the dog) dried him off. Everyone gathered ’round the wet, shivering, blind in one eyed dog who was very
Within the last 15 minutes it dawned on me that we did not receive our little local weekly newspaper yesterday. So I email the editor asking what had happened. Very nicely, of course. And then my phone rang– a local number I did not recognize and hesitated to answer, but I did. “Merika?” he asked
Daughter C has decided it’s time for Fall. There are ghosts everywhere! Thus concludes your mid-morning dose of real life here on the Farm in rural Mississippi where the temperature is forecast to be … 89° and the cotton farmers are getting anxious because we’ve had so many downpours in the last few days they
Well– part stroll, part drive First, to the summit, elevation 515′ above sea level. You can see the Village water tower from the summit. It’s also a great place to watch meteor showers. A little walk down the North Road through the Piney Woods. I’m listening to the birds and Rocky & Missy are chasing
and we have! Well, Mr Big Food, The Dean, and I have. The others are new to the game. But it went extremely well. Fast efficient setup. No major problems. Well, Mara thought her boyfriend had died in a car accident but he showed up alive at the tailgate. Far more people turned out than
Monday August 27, 2018, 7:22am Then fresh out of the oven buttermilk biscuits topped with homemade sausage & gravy. To clarify– both the sausage and the gravy were homemade. Final cup of coffee while wandering around the World Wide Web looking for something particular I read the other day about County Mice. Came up short.
I was wandering around the junk store this morning and came upon an open wooded box with about a dozen or so small– about two & a quarter by three & an eighth inches– photographs. I looked at a few. I looked at the tag on the box and determined that I could
Over the next few months we– collectively all of us and our distant relatives, there is a wedding, afterall,– are going to be doing a lot of traveling. Kat just forwarded to me her American Airlines receipt email. It said Menu: Food for Purchase The first airplane ride I ever took was a short flight
And that gave us a good excuse to go spy on some wildlife. We worked hard to make that photograph happen. And then they had the audacity to talk freaking metaphysics all weekend. I mean what the actual hell? Silly philosophers.
That’s a pigeon up on the roof. A city-dwelling flying rat pigeon. I know that it does not look much like a pigeon, but trust me, it’s the same city-dwelling flying rat pigeon that was sitting in the driveway yesterday. Gosh, I hope Tiger doesn’t get it!
I read a notice in our little weekly newspaper the other day about an upcoming presentation at Rainwater Observatory in nearby French Camp, Mississippi. “Sizing Up the Summer Skies” was to be presented by David Teske, “a recently happily retired science teacher.” The notice suggested that we might want to arrive in French Camp early and
Mr. Big Food had a radical– and brilliant!– idea to beat the heat the other week: Cook up a big ol’ pot of soup outside on the turkey fryer. As you know, here on Farther Along Farm we love soup. Brilliant! That is Lentil Soup Barracho just getting started at about 5:45. This is a
The sun sets over the Farm. [The bright light is the pole light. The sun’s over there on the right. That is the moon up there.] I hope Daughter C and J will be amused.