<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Rumor Has It</title><link>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/MJFBlog/</link><description></description><copyright>Powered by: Forest Blog Copyright 2006 Host Forest</copyright><item><title>Aptly Named</title><description><![CDATA[<div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt">I couldn&rsquo;t stand the fact that the picture I took of that first wildflower was so bad. All because of my snake phobia. It blurred because the strap of my camera scared me half to death. I decided that I needed to do better. So, I took to the woods again. I was bound and determined to find a flower just like the one I had seen the other day. And, this time I would take a decent picture of it!</div>]]></description><guid>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/MJFBlog/default.asp?Display=111</guid><link>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/MJFBlog/default.asp?Display=111</link><pubDate>Thu, 8 May 2008 07:55:22 0000</pubDate></item><item><title>May Day</title><description><![CDATA[<div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><font size="3">Well I took to the woods again. This time it was May Day. And this time I was on a clearly defined mission. I was going to find, photograph and identify some wildflowers. </font></div>
<div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><font size="3">The first wildflower I spotted was lovely. The white flower hung upside down under three leaves. I couldn&rsquo;t get the camera where I wanted it in order to take a good photo. Where the flower was growing&nbsp;just felt&hellip; <strong>snake-y</strong> (you other snake phobic&rsquo;s out there know <em>exactly </em>what I&rsquo;m talking about.) I got off the path (something I never do) and stepped as close to the flower as I could muster up the courage.</font></div>]]></description><guid>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/MJFBlog/default.asp?Display=110</guid><link>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/MJFBlog/default.asp?Display=110</link><pubDate>Mon, 5 May 2008 08:32:47 0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Hearts Alive</title><description><![CDATA[<div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><font size="3">&ldquo;And my heart came back alive&hellip;.&rdquo;</font></div>
<div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><font size="3">Somebody somewhere wrote those words in a song. And those exact words popped into my head this morning as I came out of the woods to head back home. What a great way is was to spend the morning of Earth Day. In the woods.</font></div>
<div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><font size="3">&ldquo;And my heart came back alive&hellip;&rdquo; Being in the woods does that to me. I come back alive. I go into the woods raggedy. I come out smooth. Being in the woods perks my spirit. Renews my being. Gives me peace. Yes, livens my heart.</font></div>]]></description><guid>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/MJFBlog/default.asp?Display=109</guid><link>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/MJFBlog/default.asp?Display=109</link><pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 09:46:25 0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Off to See the Wizard</title><description><![CDATA[<div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><font size="2">Of Oz, that is. The occasion? My daughter&rsquo;s birthday party. Yep, she turned 7. That&rsquo;s right, 7 years ago today&hellip;okay, okay, I&rsquo;ll spare you the details. Back to Oz. I, myself, was in charge of the party. Me, a party planner?! Now that&rsquo;s different. But, since the guests were to be a bunch of 7-year-olds, I thought I could handle it. </font></div>]]></description><guid>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/MJFBlog/default.asp?Display=108</guid><link>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/MJFBlog/default.asp?Display=108</link><pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 09:41:46 0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Frosty</title><description><![CDATA[<div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><font size="3">At what point can you develop frostbite?</font></div>
<div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><font size="3">Believe it or not, that is what was going through my head the night last week that we arrived at our Mountain Farm.&nbsp;My parents and my daughter and I headed up there for &ldquo;Spring Break.&rdquo; My husband had to work and spent much of his week on a business trip to New York City.&nbsp;We were each at opposite extremes.&nbsp;He in the &ldquo;city that never sleeps.&rdquo; Me in the country-side. Where folks &ldquo;hit the hay&rdquo; when the sun goes down. </font></div>]]></description><guid>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/MJFBlog/default.asp?Display=107</guid><link>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/MJFBlog/default.asp?Display=107</link><pubDate>Tue, 1 Apr 2008 07:25:20 0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Easter Doings</title><description><![CDATA[<div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">This Easter, Easter 2008, is the first one where I am in charge of the kitchen. Me. Oh, yeah...I&rsquo;m up for the challenge. It&rsquo;s hard to believe but spending time in the kitchen creating meals has become fun for me. Actual fun. When I worked long hours and had very little time, I have to tell you, I did <em>not</em> enjoy it. Now that I have the time to think about meals and search recipes, it&rsquo;s a different experience altogether. It is definite fun. I&rsquo;d actually call it a hobby for me.</font></div>
<div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><font face="Calibri" size="3">And this hobby is so rewarding. There&rsquo;s nothing like putting a lovely hot meal on the table for your family and to hear your six year old child say, &ldquo;Gross, what is this? I can&rsquo;t eat it.&rdquo; The joys of being the family chef.</font></div>]]></description><guid>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/MJFBlog/default.asp?Display=106</guid><link>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/MJFBlog/default.asp?Display=106</link><pubDate>Fri, 21 Mar 2008 07:16:28 0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Slack Please</title><description><![CDATA[<div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><font size="3">I noticed something last week. I don&rsquo;t cut myself any slack any more. I don&rsquo;t think that&rsquo;s a good thing. I am going to learn to cut myself some slack.</font></div>
<div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><font size="3">Let me tell you how I came to this realization. Let&rsquo;s talk about the necessity of slack.</font></div>]]></description><guid>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/MJFBlog/default.asp?Display=105</guid><link>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/MJFBlog/default.asp?Display=105</link><pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 10:22:31 0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Gearing Up and Dressing Up</title><description><![CDATA[<div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt">I have been working feverishly on some projects these last few weeks. All of which are quite ambitious. That&rsquo;s actually the way I like it. Working feverishly. Challenging projects. It is a truth that I function best under pressure.&nbsp;In fact, that&rsquo;s about the <em>only </em>way I function. Otherwise, I&rsquo;m bored. I&rsquo;m sure there&rsquo;s some fancy diagnosis for that. Besides procrastinator. Or adrenaline junkie. </div>]]></description><guid>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/MJFBlog/default.asp?Display=104</guid><link>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/MJFBlog/default.asp?Display=104</link><pubDate>Wed, 5 Mar 2008 13:47:34 0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Slowing Time Down</title><description><![CDATA[<div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><font size="3">Hey you! How are you doing today? You know, I was thinking. Are you in the mood for a walk through my woods? It&rsquo;s so bright and sunny this morning. Yet crisp. I&rsquo;ve got to get out there. Nature calls. Now, listen. I have to warn you. I&rsquo;m not much of a talker when I take my morning walks. I just like to enjoy the time in the woods. I know I&rsquo;m a chatterbox the rest of the day. But, my morning walk is such a peaceful time for me. Do you mind if we have a quiet walk together?</font></div>]]></description><guid>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/MJFBlog/default.asp?Display=103</guid><link>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/MJFBlog/default.asp?Display=103</link><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 12:27:00 0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Happy Heartwood</title><description><![CDATA[<div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><font size="3">The day started out like every other school day. Rush, rush, rush. Get ready. Do you have your homework? Eat a little bit more. Can&rsquo;t you eat just a little bit more? No? Well go brush your teeth. &nbsp;Did you brush your hair? Hurry. We gotta go.</font></div>
<div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"><font size="3">Now, you know I&rsquo;ve moved out to the middle of nowhere in order to improve our quality of life. To take my daughter to school is so different than it used to be. I used to have to fight to get out in traffic and then I&rsquo;d sit and sit and sit. &nbsp;It was an unpleasant way to start a day. </font></div>]]></description><guid>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/MJFBlog/default.asp?Display=102</guid><link>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/MJFBlog/default.asp?Display=102</link><pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 07:38:12 0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>