The morning is glistening here on the farm as the sun shoots off the bits of ice and frost that covers limbs and grass. Numerous friends of mine are running 5K races in below freezing temperatures. Not me, once upon a time I did such things. Some are shopping and may have been for hours.…
Today is our first Saturday off since April. We didn’t set the alarm, slept late, had a big sausage bagel (Pork N Greens sausage if you’re curious) and steaming coffee (locally roasted in Broken Arrow) for breakfast. All the while Tess the Wonder Dog went back and forth between us and beat a wild tattoo…
This morning was brisky – perfect for coffee, hand knit socks and even a quick photo shoot to show off the second blocking of the green chapeau from my friend Jessica. I love this hat! It makes me incredibly happy on so many levels. We went out after a late and leisurely breakfast and Chris…
I was flipping through the newest LL Bean catalog yesterday during lunch. I love LL Bean, the quality is always good and the lines are quite simple. Not a lot of frill or flounce or gawdiness from these folks. Sure you have to be careful not to pick out the dowdy stuff, but I can…
Ahh the Sweet Days of Summer have arrived here on the farm. I love being able to walk outside and breathe and not have the desire to rush back inside where the AC is cranking away. Last week I caught this little lady spinning a lovely web over by the woodpile. If you’re not up…
For weeks I’ve been off kilter. First I was ill, then we were on the road. Then we came back to another week of 100+ degree temperature. I felt disconnected with myself and the farm. While we were away the rancher who leases the pastures for haying had been through and cut the tall native…
We’ll be leaving the farm early tomorrow morning for the Amish Acres festival in Nappanee, Indiana. (I like the word Nappanee, it’s fun to write and fun to say.) The van is stocked with lavender goods and a bucket load full of yarn to sell! The forecast is for temps in the mid 80’s, which…
I fight being sick with everything I’ve got, but I have to finally admit – I’m sick. Last Wednesday it began with difficulty breathing, a little asthma, and my voice was horse. I didn’t feel bad, just not great. By Saturday I was coughing and my voice was quite horse even at a whisper. It’s…
Early in the years of which I’ve known this farm I discovered that the fog settles into the North Pasture before it creeps elsewhere onto the farm. The damp air will be so thick that you can’t see into it. The phrase – thick as pea soup comes to mind, although in my mind it’s…
No I’m not going to wax poetic about a carnival or the state fair. I’ve hit the mid-way point on my large version of the Generations Stole. In celebration – or maybe it was really more like curiosity – I gave it a gentle soak and pinned it out for a soft block on the…