<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Rural Farmgirl</title><link>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/RFBlog/</link><description></description><copyright>Powered by: Forest Blog Copyright 2006 Host Forest</copyright><item><title>Farming In A Winter Wonderland</title><description><![CDATA[<br />
<div align="center"> <font face="Comic Sans MS"><font size="4"><em>&quot;I can never remember<br />
whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve<br />
&nbsp;or <br />
whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.&quot;</em></font><br />
Dylan Thomas</font><br />
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<em>Blue</em> <em>running in the snow</em><br />
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I ended the year feeling rather overwhelmed. Both my husband and I lost friends at the end of the year and it put us in a contemplative mood. (another way to say &quot;in a funk&quot;)<br />
<font size="4">Man, we've got so far to go...</font><br />
And then I started looking back at the photographs I took this past year.<br />
And that made me realize that <br />
<font size="4">Man, we've come so far...<br />
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<p class="MsoNormal">Now that Thanksgiving has come and gone and we have all rested up from the big feasts<br />
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<div align="center"><img width="250" height="280" alt="" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s299/princessmater/princessmater035/P1130682.jpg" /><br />
<font size="2"><em>(Blue and Tom)</em></font><br />
<font size="3">it&rsquo;s time to think about Christmas! And Christmas Trees!<br />
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Oh, but just to update you, I'm eating a <font size="3">big ole turkey</font> sandwich right now.<br />
Yep, there was turkey on the Thanksgiving Day table. Hubs insisted.<br />
And next thing you know, I'm serving myself a slice of white turkey breast and some home-made gravy.<br />
<font size="3">And. It. Was.</font><br />
<font size="4">GOOD.</font><br />
Real good. So good that I'm having a sandwich of leftovers.<br />
<em>(note to self: never raise turkeys. never raise turkeys. never raise turkeys.)</em>]]></description><guid>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/RFBlog/default.asp?Display=346</guid><link>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/RFBlog/default.asp?Display=346</link><pubDate>Mon, 2 Dec 2013 09:19:12 0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Turkey Day Fowl</title><description><![CDATA[<font size="4" face="Comic Sans MS">A declaration was made in my house by my daughter: <strong>no turkey</strong> for Thanksgiving dinner. <em style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Dag-nab-bit.</em> She has become such a poultry lover since we moved to the farm and got baby chicks. Little fluffy, precious, peep-y baby chicks. So what shall we have for a main dish? That remains to be seen. She recommended that we make a tofu dish and shape it like a turkey.<br />
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But for now. Let me just share with you  the question she asked that really really really REALLY got me to  thinking.</font>]]></description><guid>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/RFBlog/default.asp?Display=344</guid><link>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/RFBlog/default.asp?Display=344</link><pubDate>Mon, 4 Nov 2013 07:18:27 0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Another is Waiting</title><description><![CDATA[<font size="4" face="Tahoma">I&rsquo;m <font size="5">standing</font> in the cold mountain stream that runs in front of our farm.<br />
The water is freezing, but I've got my muck boots on so my feet are <font size="5">cold, but dry. <font size="3">(cold feet, warm heart, <em>or something like that</em>)<br />
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<font size="4" face="Tahoma"> I&rsquo;m here to harvest sand for my chickens.... <em></em><br />
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Legal conferences are not usually a <font size="4">serene, enchanting, pleasant affair.</font><br />
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.<br />
It was in Asheville, North Carolina at the Grove Park Inn.<br />
<font size="4">Autumn was in the air.</font><br />
Leaves were beginning to turn from green to red, yellow, orange.<br />
<em>Pumpkin Spice coffee.</em><br />
<em>Gingerbread.<br />
Apples.</em><br />
Life is tough, I tell you.]]></description><guid>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/RFBlog/default.asp?Display=341</guid><link>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/RFBlog/default.asp?Display=341</link><pubDate>Mon, 7 Oct 2013 06:40:59 0000</pubDate></item><item><title>How To Wait</title><description><![CDATA[I met this toad earlier today in my garden.<br />
<em>&quot;What 'cha doing just sitting there, Buddy?&quot;</em> I asked.<br />
He said nothing.<br />
He just sat there.<br />
And waited.<br />
For what I don't know.<br />
<em>&quot;What are you waiting for, Little Dude?&quot;</em> I asked him.<br />
Nothing.<br />
He seemed happy enough to just sit there.<br />
I wish I could learn to wait like that toad.<br />
Wait, wait, wait.<br />
He was still there when I headed inside for a cup of tea.<br />
<em>&quot;See ya later, Alligator...&quot;</em><br />
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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.<br />
Whew. It is a process, a definite process. We are tuckered-out with the process.<br />
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That means the view is awesome, the climate divine, and the people here are warm and friendly.<br />
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!]]></description><guid>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/RFBlog/default.asp?Display=338</guid><link>http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/RFBlog/default.asp?Display=338</link><pubDate>Mon, 26 Aug 2013 06:58:47 0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>