Coming fresh off my latest hide tanning fail, Saturday morning I was trying to scrap my optimism about life back up and push forward (but feeling pretty bummed out and mopey). My house was trashed due to my lack of attention for the last 2 days, so I got to work on that. Then I
Farm Happenings
Sometimes I hate my fierce optimism. I really should be more realistic with myself and realize that in my life, pretty much everything will go wrong. But yet I still try to fool myself into thinking that the next time will be different. After being delayed 2 DAYS, you’d think I would be cautious. Nope.
If you are more interested in positive posts, go a head and grab yourself a hot cup of coffee and come back in a few days, there will be something new and positive for you. Otherwise, hey — I warned ya! Most days, weeks (heck, even months) life out here feels like a big fat
I’m usually right about most things. As a writer, I play out all possible life scenarios in my head, so it’s very hard to take me by surprise. If you happen to take me by surprise, it’s not that you’ve surprised me, but more that one scenario actually did play out. I try not to
5am is not exactly the best time to plop your thoughts down for any sort of meaningful impression. And of course most of my more meaningful ponderings happens while, well, farming. 11am would be great, heck even 2pm (usually by 1pm my early wake-up time has caught up to me and I pass out for
Our muddy driveway made me remember this . . . (General Disclaimer: Memoirs are a protected freedom of speech under law and therefore allow no grounds for sueing.) Late October, 2013 The rain came. October and early November are always cold and rainy in Michigan, and this year was no different. Unfortunately, we had not
As you know by now, we live in the country. And is such, once in a while the neighbors get a bit feisty and decide to fire-off guns. Heck, so do we. There’s a big difference though. When we shoot, we stand near the edge of our property, firing into targets no where near the
This winter, we were happy to see we finally got some new neighbors. However, the other day, I happened to come in from working outside, made some coffee and had just sat down at the table to drink it, when I saw a cow. The slider in front of our dining room looks out at
If you’ve ever driven through the countryside, you’ve probably noticed them — farms with stuff EVERYWHERE. Actually, if you really paid attention, you’d notice that ALL fully operational farms have stuff everywhere. Random buckets, large containers, tractors, equipment . . . they lay scattered about the property. It looks, well, dumpy! What’s up with these
(Turkey Lurkey from last year (40 lbs)) We have a massive, 50 pound (give or take) turkey hen. Erik bought her last year as a chick with hopes (I think) of eating her. He also bought a cornish hen (these are eating birds that grow to size within 8 weeks. Typically left longer they die