Truth or Consequences
- On: 10/09/2008 09:25:30
- Comments: 12
There are some things I do very well.
There are other things that I don’t.
It seems to me the important thing is to be able to tell the difference between the two. That’s the hard part, isn’t it? Important and hard.
One thing I know for sure. I absolutely and positively stink at decorating. Is there a name for that? When you’re decorating-challenged?
Farmers Market Spirit
- On: 10/07/2008 07:41:48
- Comments: 3
We interrupt the apple-processing "process" that is monopolizing my kitchen and time to bring you this.
Our Farmer’s Market is about to close for the year.
Let me say it again with feeling. OUR FARMER’S MARKET IS ABOUT TO CLOSE FOR THE YEAR!!!
I am not sure what I will do without it until next spring.
Let me say that again with feeling. I AM NOT SURE WHAT I WILL DO WITHOUT IT UNTIL NEXT SPRING!!!
Perfectly Imperfect Apples
- On: 10/01/2008 12:37:52
- Comments: 21
‘Tis apple season in the mountains for sure!
“The golden-rod is yellow,
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.”
Helen Hunt Jackson
Goldenrod and apples were abundant at our mountain farm last weekend. (At least I think that is "goldenrod"...)
Gasoline and Goats
- On: 09/29/2008 10:09:56
- Comments: 18
Have you read the comments? You really must. Just skip my posts and move straight to the comments. You talk about a bunch of delightful, enlightened, talented folks! One word for them, Wow! (How’s that for eloquent?) And follow the links to their blogs. You’ll be glad you did.
Now to tell you what I’ve been up to since my last post. No, I haven’t decorated for fall yet. And no, I haven’t shopped for plaid yet. You see, I’ve been out of town. We just got back in late last night.
You’ll never guess where we drove four hours to amidst this gasoline crisis. Oh, you are good. You guessed it. Yes, our mountain farm. We hoped that we’d find the gasoline we needed to get there and back. We got 5 gallons here and $30 there and made it just fine.
But. I bet you’ll never guess why we went this particular weekend. Go ahead. Try. Then click on “read the rest of Gasoline and Goats” to see the answer.
That Being The Case
- On: 09/25/2008 06:33:33
- Comments: 21
So that being the case, I’m learning how to adjust…
“That” is the fact that autumn has jumped in front of all the other seasons to become my new favorite. I wasn’t prepared for the change of heart. I don’t have the proper rituals or decorations. I don’t even have the right clothes.
I looked in my closet this morning for something plaid. It was a nice, crisp morning and I was headed to my daughter’s school for an event. Perfect day to wear my new favorite season "on my sleeve."
Nope, nothing fall-ish on my side of the closet.
So, I eyed hubby’s side. There we go… I immediately saw some red plaid hanging over in the back.
I made my way to his side and pulled it out and saw that it was a red plaid flannel work shirt. Don’t think I can go down that road in public.
Time Changes Things
- On: 09/22/2008 08:59:15
- Comments: 9
Now there’s a news flash. “Time changes things.” Of course time changes things.
But I’ve got one thing in particular on my mind that time has changed. And that’s how I feel about the seasons. Surely I’m not alone in this. Has “your list” changed throughout the years too?
Now don't get me wrong. I enjoy them all, it's just that I enjoy some more than others.
When I was a kid how much I liked a season revolved solely around school, or the lack of school. When school was in or out.
Here’s my childhood list:
Number One Favorite Season: Summer (when I’m out of school)
Number Two: Spring (spring break and summer is right around the corner, when I’ll soon be out of school for three whole, entire months!)
Number Three: Winter (when there is the hope for a snow day or two, plus the Christmas holidays when school was out for two weeks)
Number Four, my least favorite season: Autumn (summer is over and school begins for another long year)
To Laugh and Dream
- On: 09/17/2008 07:34:45
- Comments: 10
Laughing Song
Come live and be merry,
And join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus
Of “Ha, ha, he!”
William Blake
This might crack you up. It does me, so it’s okay to laugh. You’re laughing with me, not at me. Okay?
But before we get into all of that, you need some background information. So here goes.
First, about the dog.
This Is Me
- On: 09/14/2008 15:40:18
- Comments: 7
When we visited our Mountain Farm a few weeks ago, it was a very special trip. Don’t get me wrong, we enjoy every time we have a chance to go there. But some visits are more inspired and inspiring than others. This one was one of those.
It was a time when our cluttered and dusty minds became as clear as the night sky there.
Maybe it was because we “needed” it more than usual. Maybe it was because my parents were able to join us for a night.
For whatever reason, our weekend there was magical and perfect.
Our wild chicory meadow in bloom
A Martian Farmgirl?
- On: 09/10/2008 08:37:06
- Comments: 10
Answer: No. As a matter of fact, I am not from Mars.
Just wait until you hear this story.
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Okay, now to my story.
The Can-Can
- On: 09/07/2008 14:07:44
- Comments: 8
So, what did we do with the surprise grapes we brought back from our Mountain Farm?
We put them on our heads like Carmen Miranda and we did the can-can!!
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