Monday, April 14, 2014

Adventures continue

Farm life is seldom boring.  This spring continues to prove this is true.  We have experienced golf ball sized hail and near-80 degrees only to have the temperatures drop to the mid-30s with snow in the forecast, all in a matter of 48 hours.  
The goats will explore any place available to them, including our kitchen, my husband learned when he didn't close the outer door completely.  
The ducks are getting sneaky when it comes to laying their eggs.  I have found them in the yard like an Easter egg hunt and behind straw bales used to block the wind at their coop.  
The geese are checking out the greener grass in the cow pasture, going through the fence like Harry Potter in search of the platform to Hogwarts.  
Such fun we seem to have here!! 

I hope your spring isn't too eventful, in the meantime, sending love and weather-whipped kisses from the farm.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Spring is springing

The animals are starting to play outside and investigate the farm after our long, brutal winter.  The goats have been exploring the grass and greenery farther and farther from the safety of the barn.  
Our first cow and calf have arrived.  The momma is the same red one as last year- Curly Sue.  Her calf has a beautiful face too. 
Hubby has enjoyed playing with our little goat and her momma has grown to trust us more and more over the last couple weeks.  
I'm looking forward to more proof of the seasonal change as the weeks go by.  In the mean time, enjoy the pictures. 
Sending love from the farm,

Monday, March 24, 2014

Spring break

It's our first day of spring break and yet, I find myself waking up well before the sun. I decided to get out of bed and start the morning chores. 
Dogs-- out & fed and out again (check)
Goats-- fed, watered, and let out to graze (check)
Ducks and geese-- fed, watered, eggs collected, and let out to forage (check)

Not a bad start and it isn't even 7:30 a.m. :) 
Sending love and kisses from the farm.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

The long winter

The last few months have been full of struggle and hunkering down.
 Winter here has been very long, cold, and snowy; which means spring is slow in arriving and it will be quite wet.  Record-breaking cold and wind chills have cancelled school multiple times and kept us all close to the house.  Unfortunately, the cold cost us our Muscovy duck. 

Now that the weather is getting warmer--hopefully--we have added to our animal collection.  A couple weeks ago my husband brought home a year-old laMancha goat and her two-week-old kid.  Travis has decided we should call them Milk and Cheese since you need Milk to make Cheese.
  Arliss has been busy playing basketball in the barn. Earlier this year Arliss celebrated his birthday and he had his basketball team over to have fun on the farm.  We are still waiting for the snow to melt further so we can find a lost cell phone from that day, part of living on a farm I guess.  
We have plans for more chickens in the next few weeks and the incubator is on now that the ducks and geese are laying eggs again.  
I am looking forward to seeing asparagus shoots and tulip buds, sure signs of spring here.  
Wishing you and yours love, joy, and wonder this spring.
With love and kisses from the farm.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013


At school this week, the faculty read a prayer of thanksgiving.  It seemed to fit my world on the farm.  I hope you enjoy.  Happy Thanksgiving!!

Let us give thanks for a bounty of people.
For our children who are our second planting
And though they grow like weeds and the wind too soon blows them away;.
May they forgive us our cultivation and remember where their roots are.
For generous friends, with hearts and smiles as bright as their blossom.
For feisty friends, as tart as apples,
For contentious friends, who like scallions and cucumbers, keep reminding us that we have them.
For crotchety friends, as sour as rhubarb and as indestructible.
For handsome friends, who are gorgeous as eggplants and as elegant as a row of corn,
For the others, plain as potatoes and as good for you.
For serious friends, complex as cauliflowers and as intricate as onions.
And for funny friends, silly as brussel sprouts and amusing as Jerusalem artichokes.
For friends unpretentious as cabbages, subtle as summer squash,
Delightful as dill, persistent as parsley, and who like parsnips,
can be counted on to see us through the winter.
For old friends, nodding like sunflowers in the evening time,
For young friends who come on as fast as radishes,
For loving friends who wind around us like tendrils and hold us up despite our blights,
And finally, for those now gone, who like gardens past long-since harvested, who fed us in their time, that we might have a fuller life, for all these, we GIVE THANKS! 

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Fall mornings

A wonderful, quiet, Saturday morning.  Hubby made a scrumptious breakfast, the birds are out grazing, the cows are munching late-fall grass and all is right with the world.  What else can I say??

"Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; for his steadfast love endures forever!" 
1 Chronicles 16:34

Thursday, September 5, 2013

The past month

     In the last month I have traveled nearly 3,000 miles to visit family in four different states, with a total of 13 states included in the round trip.  It was an incredible time full of highs and lows, hellos and goodbyes.  I loved the extended time with my family in the car and it helped up draw closer together before turning to the reality of school preparations for our sons and for me.  
     We passed from the open farmland of Illinois and Indiana into the rolling green hills of Kentucky where horses frolicked and played in the warm sunshine.  We drove into Tennessee and watched the terrain begin to change, as rolling rivers carved their way through gradual foothills of the Smoky Mountains. 
     As we drove on the two-lane road through the Great Smoky Mountains toward North Carolina into Georgia I watched my sons.  The boys were born in Colorado, a completely different mountain range, thousands of feet higher than what we saw through our windows.  Somehow, there was still an awed silence and quickened comments of " Oh Mom, look over here!" or "Mom, can you see how deep that valley is?"  
     Our trip continued through Alabama, where crepe myrtle trees bloomed in rich jeweled tones; across into Mississippi where the humidity made the people move a little slower and their drawls come across even more sultry.  
     Each state had its own distinctness and wonder--colors that are not seen from a farmhouse front porch swing.   Arkansas, with its history steeped in civil rights and Oklahoma, which survived the great Dust Bowl era of the 1930s.  
Finally, as we turned toward home, we saw Missouri and Iowa.  Two very distinct states, each with their own stories to tell, some from famous writers who grew up on the Muddy River itself.

      This trip helped me appreciate my heritage, my family, home and legacy.  We met my husband's sisters for the first time and said goodbye for the last time to his grandmother who had passed away at the age of 104.

     As we came back up the drive, returning home, I looked around and saw that Dorothy had been so very right.  No matter where you go, the adventures you have, the people you meet, there truly is "no place like home."