Home & Homestead Living
It’s been raining and raining and raining and raining and…remember the old Andy Griffith comedic routine? It’s been a wet spring and the grass and pastures are green with the added dash of yellow that signifies new growth. In a word, beautiful but this is Day Number Fourteen of rain! Today was Agriculture Day at Thompson Valley Fire and EMS…
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For the longest time, I’ve had nothing on the knitting needles. I’ve been in a bad place with my knitting and just couldn’t find the wherewithall to either start nor finish one of the many UFO’s lying about. For those who don’t know, UFO means unfinished object and I’ve several that have been on the needles long enough to have…
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Life is what happens when we’re busy living but when we slow down…ahh, we open ourselves to the magic and mystery that is older than time. The magic and mystery that is God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit. That time before everything else, when His creation was new, before we humans had begun to rid…
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Today was alpaca shearing day Mary Martin’s. As you may recall, Mary helped at Thistle Cove Farm on sheep shearing day back in early April and, when I found out she was shearing alpacas, she graciously allowed me to visit and take photos. In the photo above, Mike, carefully, shears while his daughter…whose name I neglected to write down and…
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“LORD, Thou knowest better than I know myself that I am growing older and will someday be old. Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion. Release me from craving to straighten out everybody’s affairs. Make me thoughtful but not moody, helpful but not bossy. With my vast store…
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best wishes for your happiness in the New Year” (this is printed on the card) (The rest of the card is handwritten.) “To Mrs. Bowen From Emily Reynolds Greever” The above is the front of the card, a trifle smaller than a post card yet a trifle larger than a calling card. Mrs. Bowen is her maiden name and she’s…
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We’re the third owners of Thistle Cove Farm, at least, since The Late Unpleasantness as Leslie Shelor once told me. I’ve always called it The War of Northern Aggression but I do believe I’ll change my mind and, henceforth, it shall be called The Late Unpleasantness. But I digress. Sometime in the late 1860’s or early 1870’s this farm and…
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Today was breathtakingly beautiful. The sky reminded me of New Mexico, with wide sweeping vistas, white white clouds and the only sounds were song birds, horses, cattle, sheep, dogs and, rarely, a vehicle going from there to somewhere else. We’re so blessed to live here, to be surrounded by the beauty of God’s creation and the sounds of His universe….
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Mary Martin, Lost Arts Guild member and friend, made this AAAdorable felted sheep. She gave it to me when she came to Sheep Shearing Day and I love it. From the heart on either side to the tiny bell to the tiny, tiny braided nose halter…it’s Beautiful! Mary has alpacas and shearing day is coming up for her. I’ve seen…
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Kate, over at Chronicles of a Country Girl, has a photography meme and I’ve decided to play. If you’d like more details, check out her blog entry for 12 November 08. Bud Thompson, a Lost Arts Guild member, is our resident blacksmith, farrier and iron worker who has a bunch of stories he tells while he’s working at his forge….
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“Jenny, with a J, ta very much,” says the new one. She’s made herself at home, holds her own against Miss Hattie Cat, the teenage terror and, for the most part, side steps around Miss Kitty. Abigail and Gracie give her plenty of room especially after she smacked Abigail for coming too close to her nether regions. She smacked me…
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