Nothing. Went out with a flashlight. Bonnie is still squacking, and she and Clyde are on their way to the shed. Jack is tagging along behind. On a related Spring note– I thought I heard a faint peep the other evening and this evening there’s no denying it. The peepers are out!
Turn your speakers up all the way. The Days Gone by! O the days gone by!The apples in the orchard, and the pathway through the rye;The chirrup of the robin, and the whistle of the quailAs he piped across the meadows sweet as any nightingale;When the bloom was on the clover, and the blue was
Clyde is male. I had thought we were given two ewes. I was mistaken. I had thought they were just playing when they were butting each other the other week. Again, I was mistaken. But there was no mistaking Clyde’s behavior this morning, and certainly no mistaking his… anatomy & physiology when I got to
A colleague of Mr. Big Food’s gave us deer meat last week. You know what that means? Saturday. Deer meat burgers. On the grill. Hardwood & charcoal. What a great time to be alive! Mr. Big Food grilled burgers out already this season. I’ll be posting a few (beef) burger recipes tomorrow, but why wait?
Rocky is set to alert, as is the weather radio. Everything that’s chargeable– including the chargeable things I use to charge other things– was charged yesterday. Tornado room floor cleared of power tools needed for yesterday’s project. Kitchen clean. Bath towels washed, dried, & put away. Small flashlight (made in USA, I see) in right
Good morning, Dear Readers (with a special shout out to fellow dog lover, Steve)! It’s shaping up to be a beautiful day here on Farther Along Farm. This morning Missy, Rocky & I did something different– we trucked down to the Pond Pasture. And when I say “trucked,” I mean that the dogs and I
Was was so busy watching Groundhog Day over & over & over again that I forgot to look to see what the Groundhog saw, but I can tell you that here on the Farm, it’s Spring. The J-Man said this morning that the birds were going crraaazy. And I’ve seen multiple– hundreds and thousands of–
I do not wish to burden you with too much personal information, so suffice it to say that when I can plant lettuce all afternoon garbed in little more than two pairs of socks, long johns, jeans, and a tank top… The real measure of Spring springing is, of course, what’s happening on Mr. Big Food’s grill:
It is also lettuce, onion, pea, and carrot planting day. Today… was an exploratory day. EDA.
I draw your attention to the last line on the page: Memorize this poem. The book is Our Language: First Book by Lida B. NcMurry and F.T. Norvell (1905). It is a beginning grammar / usage / reader covering such things as story telling, sentence and paragraph structure, capitalization, punctuation, and so forth. Throughout the
Whoever heard if dinosaurs eating table arrangements?
[I was going to say “Good Ole Boy” but we all know that just won’t work in this context.] Mr. Big Food: Mississippi State University– Mississippi’s flagship research university–College of Arts & Sciences Researcher of the Year Later this same day Mr. Big Food: Master Griller and proud grill owner. Just a Good Old Boy. Workin’
Evidence. Testify. That’s cherry jello down there on the bottom. With a small can of pineapple mixed in. And then a layer of whipped cream with cream cheese– I’m not kidding– and then chocolate pudding. There are variations. What other jello-pudding combinations can we think of?
So I’m just sitting here taking a break having a BIG bowl of ice cream because I’ve been running around preparing for the next BIG storm and I’m warm. (Long johns aren’t helping.)
Except on Drudge, you just don’t see this sort of juxtaposition every day.
1. Take dogs on run 2. Prepare for possible storm
THE PEEPERS ARE PEEPING!! That means it’s Spring. :- ) Poor Peepers. They’re going to get cold. :- (
We at Farther Along Farm try with all our might to be CiviliZed folk. We attend to where our knives and forks are situated. We worry about whether “grits” is singular or plural. Therefore, I will not let a little power outage stand in my way! I am going to be sensitive to the battery
I took several photographs of the fire for the first steak-on-the-grill-of-the-season. I liked this one the best, although this one was good, too. You can see Mr. Big Food through the window in this one. Have you noticed it’s staying light later? What a funny phrase, huh? “Staying light.” Oh. By the way– the steak
You should see how clear the sky is right now! I’m taking that as a sign from God. But just to be on the safe side– because a healthy dose of skepticism is always warranted when dealing with the philosophical– I think we’ll serve inside. (See now why I wanted to wear that cite little
That’s Mr. Big Food’s shop light that he uses to see the grill when he’s grilling after dark. I put it up under the covers on the walkup greenhouse. “They” “say” it will get below freezing tonight– maybe even as low as 28 °F. That’s cold for tomatoes and peppers and eggplant and tobacco