Oh Christmas Tree
Now that Thanksgiving has come and gone and we have all rested up from the big feasts
(Blue and Tom)
it’s time to think about Christmas! And Christmas Trees!
Yep, there was turkey on the Thanksgiving Day table. Hubs insisted.
And next thing you know, I'm serving myself a slice of white turkey breast and some home-made gravy.
And. It. Was.
Real good. So good that I'm having a sandwich of leftovers.
(note to self: never raise turkeys. never raise turkeys. never raise turkeys.)
Turkey Day Fowl
Favorite Farm Day
But for now. Let me just share with you the question she asked that really really really REALLY got me to thinking.
Another is Waiting
The water is freezing, but I've got my muck boots on so my feet are cold, but dry. (cold feet, warm heart, or something like that)
Take the Long Way Home
Legal conferences are not usually a serene, enchanting, pleasant affair.
But this one surely was. It wasn't the conference that was serene, it was the venue where it was held. And my trip back home.
It was in Asheville, North Carolina at the Grove Park Inn.
Autumn was in the air.
Leaves were beginning to turn from green to red, yellow, orange.
Pumpkin Spice coffee.
Life is tough, I tell you.
How To Wait
"What 'cha doing just sitting there, Buddy?" I asked.
He said nothing.
He just sat there.
For what I don't know.
"What are you waiting for, Little Dude?" I asked him.
He seemed happy enough to just sit there.
I wish I could learn to wait like that toad.
Wait, wait, wait.
He was still there when I headed inside for a cup of tea.
"See ya later, Alligator..."
My Old Barn
When we moved here, the buildings were in various states of disrepair. I only saw their potential at that time, never thinking much about the actual process of them REACHING their potential.
Whew. It is a process, a definite process. We are tuckered-out with the process.
Foggy Mornings, Brains, and Beans
That means the view is awesome, the climate divine, and the people here are warm and friendly.
That also means that when I moved here, I found myself living in a place rich in its own unique, special traditions. And music. Oh the music and traditions of Appalachia!
You are hereby notified to vacate the premises as of 8/7/2013.
While I am certain that you have enjoyed your residency here in the barn in years past, I must now insist that you leave. Immediately.
Your very presence is causing me great mental anguish. When I accidentally picked you up the other day, mistaking you for a stick, I thought I was going to die. In addition, you pose a threat to my chickens and the eggs I hope they one day produce. You have greatly interfered with my relationship with my magnificent horses as I now am afraid to enter the barn. You have, quite frankly, stolen my barn peace.
I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause you. And please know that I greatly appreciate any rodent eradication efforts you might have engaged in while residing here.
You have until midnight on the date stated above to be vacate.
I mean you no harm, only the best of luck.
Rebekah, The New Farm Owner
(who finds you intriguing and wants no harm to fall upon you, but cannot find the courage to share the barn with you. Can.Not.)
Twist and Shout
I'm quite conflicted about the whole affair. You know, should he stay or should he go? Da-da-daaaa-da-da. We talked about this a few posts ago, remember? My barn snake. Some of you said--keep him! Others said--get rid of him! I was full-on conflicted about this snake. Until Saturday evening. Well, let me back up for a minute.