This is me (me!), the other day, out in frigid temperatures, riding Andre.
If you could zoom in on my face, you would see two things: Continue reading
This is me (me!), the other day, out in frigid temperatures, riding Andre.
If you could zoom in on my face, you would see two things: Continue reading
I realized it when I said it.
A friend called because it was snowing. She said that whenever it snows now, she thinks of me because I love the snow so much. And I said, “I was just outside walking in the snow. It felt like I was in church.”
I get so many inquiries about our Christmas Tree farm, I decided to do a post on it.
Seeing as how, you know, ’tis almost the season. But first, in other news:
I went outside this morning, after all the snow we got this weekend and took care of the chickens. Woo. Sure was cold. All of their water containers froze during the night, even the one in their house. Guess it got below freezing again last night. Sunny and beautiful and cold this morning! I love it, I love it, I love it.
THE VIEW OUTSIDE MY WINDOW SUNDAY MORNING
I have never witnessed anything like it before.
The molting of my chickens.
But now that I’ve seen it, I think we should all molt. What a wonderful thing a yearly MOLT is. Drop our “old” ideas, prejudices, hurt feelings, grudges, chips on our shoulders, negative emotions. Molting is a painful, stressful process, sure. And yes, we must take extra special care of ourselves during it. But when we come out on the other side? Woo! Growth. Freshness. Power. Newness.
I’ve had so many questions about our New Old Wormy Chestnut Floors. So here goes!
By the way. NO, our kitchen is NOT finished. Didn’t we begin the process like a million years ago?! Here’s a photo that pretty much sums it up….
And so it officially arrived. September 22 at 10:29 pm EST.
It is Autumn. Oh, Autumn, how happy I am to see you again!
To feel your crisp, cool breeze embrace me.
My daughter, who is 13, asked me the other day if I missed her being younger. Don’t I miss her being tiny? she asked me. I absolutely don’t. I have enjoyed every single age that she has been and have never looked back. (Of course, she’s a teenager now, so we’ll see how that continues to hold up.)
My husband is a huge gigantic Beatles fan. That’s where the name of the post came from.
Yep, every farm has to have one.
And my own farm didn’t come with one.
I’ve looked around, to see if I could find one to move to my farm.
But no.
So I finally built one.
I’ve been dying to show it to you.
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