In case you were wondering– given the fact that I spoke to the sheep as if I were addressing human infants– sheep’s auditory frequency range is 100-30,000Hz. The frequency of a human female voice ranges from 165-255Hz (male voice, 85-180). So Mr. Big Food may have to elevate the frequency of his calls. I need
or Why it Pays to Have a Fit I told Missy the other day that pretty much everything begins in the middle of things and this story certainly does. I happened to be outside when I saw the trash truck coming up the driveway. Stopped. Started backing up. I am in no better mood than
When we hear Uncle Sidney tellAbout the long-agoAn’ old, old friends he loved so wellWhen he was young–My-oh!–Us childern all wish we’d ‘a’ binA-livin’ then with Uncle,–soWe could a-kindo’ happened inOn them old friends he used to know!–The good, old-fashioned people–The hale, hard-working people–The kindly country people‘At Uncle used to know! They was God’s people,
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
That is correct. There are five dogs. Jango,* the not lost dog, has taken to hanging out at The Farm a lot. Yesterday Little Caroline, part owner of Jango, came to the door and said, “Daddy wanted me to come over and find out if Jango made that mess.” I hadn’t been out front until
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
“In another showcase are gloves and bags and different kinds of stocking and handkerchiefs.” Doesn’t Mother look so smart? And the clerk so prim and proper? Look at that bow she tied on Little Girl’s dress! “Little Town” is the first chapter in the oddly titled, Around the Home by “Geography Professor,” John R. Borchert
I noted that I hate casinos– and SueK responded that they are pretty easy to avoid. That’s true, unless your in-laws have invited to to spend the weekend at a casino. Mr. Big Food’s Father & Mr. Big Food’s Mother celebrated 60 years of wedded bliss this past weekend. As they frequently do, they invited
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.
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!
This is what boys in rural Mississippi do for fun. Walker and his pals are high school seniors. They have trucks and guns. They could be robbing convenience marts and participating in drive-by shootings. (Though, truthfully I don’t think they really could be doing those things. Can you just imagine what their daddies would do to
If you buy a Farm and move to the Country you can take your vicious pit bull on an off-leash walk whenever you’d like. On your walk you can see all sorts of nature-type stuff. If you buy a Farm and move to the Country, after you and your vicious pit bull return home, you
This sky– portending a quiet evening– is our model sky for understanding the explanations in Instant Weather Forecasting by Alan Watts (1968). (Also available in its 4th, 2012, edition.) [Has it really been 10 days since I’ve looked at a Quiet Evening? My! How time does fly when one is busy.] I have to confess,
Read not to contradict nor to believe, but to weigh and consider. –Francis Bacon Essays: I. Of Studies (1597) In addition to being the Day After the Super Bowl and Groundhog Day and Candlemas, today is the First Monday of the Month– and you know what that means, don’t you? It means it was just another