May 27. Possible kidnapping attempted; Lawnmower fire May 28. Two vehicles reckless driving (a.k.a. drag racing); horse loose May 29. Child custody dispute May 30. Gas spill May 31. Fire safety check June 1. Possible sick dog in house June 2. Woods fire June 3. Animal problem Those are not all. There were a few
Workshop Garden 24 peppers 18 tomatoes 7 eggplants (Not to mention the 12 sweet potatoes I planted the other day.) I hear Mr. Cotton Farmer down there with his tractor. Perfect timing! Didn’t hear anyone shooting today. Guess we were all too busy planting.
I was about to say he was out of the picture, but nothing could be further from the truth. And my how they’ve grown! Not babies any more! I feel sorry for folks who don’t have a pond with geese to drive past on their way to town.
Mr. Big Food got himself in a bit of a jam last afternoon. Unjamming required a double dose of toxicity (I was of no use). As The J-Man is no longer around to provide that second Y chromosome, Mr. Big Food texted him buddy Pat and asked if he cold stop by after work. He
This post is dedicated to the geezers– young and old (said very affectionately)– who think the end of Western Civilization is nigh. Don’t get me wrong, I share your sentiments. When we have a national conversation about KFC in the halls of congress, all is most certainly not well. I have spent the last 20
Oh. It’s become silly alright! Well beyond silly if you ask me.
When the weather is good, I look at Twitter about twice a week to ensure I have not missed a critical outrage. Last evening was one such time. This cracked me up. See also:
As you can see, this was more than 10 years ago. What a great year we had! Indeed, spending a year on the north fork of the Shenandoah River was no doubt a distal cause of our moving to Mississippi just three years later. Round trip: 236 steps! BTW– this was the year of bird
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!