Crochet Projects for Man & Beast

After morning chores and a quick breakfast I gathered my list and set my sights on a nearby town where I like to shop. A trip to buy groceries and a few household supplies was needed. I try to advoid the crowds whenever I can. Especially during the cold and flu season. With a holiday weekend coming up it was even more important to have my pantry stocked and not be out on the roads with the party hardy folks.

While there I decided to pick up some more yarn for a couple of projects I want to do. How is it that you can have a stack of projects waiting to be completed or even partially started sitting on a shelf. Only to find yourself wanting to start something new that you saw in a pattern you recently saw? I'm pretty sure no one who doesn't craft could understand the attraction. For those of us who do, we can't explain it! LOL Though I'm sure there are some who would like to try. If you have the answer, please let me know. Then maybe I could get more finished before starting something else.

Most of the baby goat sweaters I made last year ended up being on the girly side of color. I only made 2 that were boyish in color. Wasn't a problem then, as we only had two bucks. But as of the past couple of days as you know, we have already added 2 bucklings to the nursery. With the possiblity of 8 more babies if all of the does should have twins. I figure the odds are pretty good that there will be more boys to need a sweater before warmer temps arrive. Besides, one of the existing two is a small size. So it alone will have to be replaced as the buckling grows, if the weather warrants added warmth. Sounds like a good reason to buy more yarn, right? After posting pictures of our new little doe in her sweater. I thought it only fair to give the bucks their time in the limelight as well. Didn't want you to think I wasn't an equal opportunity caregiver. So here are some pictures of them as with their sweaters on too. Aren't they the cutest little babies? So cuddlly you just can't help but snuggle one up to your face.

The one skein of bright blue wouldn't have seem like alot to add to the shopping cart. If it wasn't for the other 5 I bought. They were for a human sweater (mine) and became the more obvious splurge. I would like to think that in the long run I will be saving some money by making myself a sweater. Not sure what the cost will be in the end. Do you think it should matter? To figure in my time crocheting, it would definitely raise the total amount. I'm thinking if for no other reason the joy of making it and being able to wear a handmade item should offset any cost. Right? RIGHT.

The pattern is a "Granny Squares Jacket." Featuring bright shades of fruity colors, like grape, watermelon, mango, limelight and lemonade against a black edging. Sounds delicious doesn't it? I'm using Caron ~ Simply Soft yarn that is a pleasure to work with and is oh so soft against the skin. It looks easy and I've made granny squares before so I am hoping I can get it done during the long days of Winter. The bright colors should help dispell any greyness during them. Then give me the opportunity to wear something bright as well as warm till the early days of Spring roll in.

Yarn and hook ready,

Deborah

Sweet Surprise ~

Morning chores didn't get done till after Lon came home from the station today. I was still wiped out from my all-nighter with Anna. Plus I wanted to be present when he saw Anna's baby girl for the first time. As soon as we opened the door to the barn we knew a surprise awaited us. From the door you could tell that Sugar wasn't alone in her stall. I knew that it was a good idea to check on her before I went to bed last night. But tired as I was and with no new signs from her, I just went on to bed. Thinking that it could possibly take a couple more days for her to deliver. WRONG!

Baby boy #1 ~ Darker coat

Boy #2 ~ light coat

We were greeted to the squeals of one proud momma and two hungry babies. Sugar birthed twins this time. Two beautiful boys were hovering close to her side. One with the same coloration as her coat and the other a soft taupe color with a small dark stripe down it's back and another across the top of his head and ears. If the stripes had joined it would look like a cross. They are way too pretty to be bucks, but I guess I need to say they are mighty HANDSOME BOYS. I can't get over their coat colors.

Boy #1 ~ darker coat

She had birthed them all on her own and had everyone and everything cleaned up. Last time she did the same thing when she birthed Glory. Not letting anyone know the time was close or to be around to watch or help out if needed. We are guessing she had them sometime during the night, possibly after midnight. Yesterday was the date I had calculated as a possible due date for her. As I didn't know for sure when she was bred, she sneaked that in too. But I did know the weekend she was in heat last August. So since we found them this morning we have decided to let today be their birthday. This way they have one all of their own.

In less than 36 hours we have gone from NO baby goats to 3 ~ one doe and 2 bucks. Today's to-do list got dumped in favor for getting both Mommies and babies set up in dry pens. Hauling home both eating and bedding hay, along with a trip to the feed store. You never know when life will hand you a surprise. The best thing is to accept the gift and learn to savor the moments, despite what your plans are.Baby boy #2

These new arrivals brings our baby count for the year to 4 does and 4 bucks. Our next in line to deliver is Amber, who has given twins each time prior. She is our oldest doe and faces her 4th delivery date in late February. Giving us some time to re-adjust back into our baby/milking routine. To build a couple more stalls inside the goat shed to hold youngsters, awaiting their time to join the herd. At least that is the plan, we are learning more and more each day that when it all comes down to it. They really have the last word and are known for giving us not only loving kisses but surprises as well.Baby boy #1 ~ darker coat

Baby boy #2 ~ light coat

Smiling at our beautiful blessings,

Deborah

Midnight Magic ~ Winter Beauty!

No, our cat ~ Midnight hasn't taken up preforming magic tricks. Although he is getting good at hiding from me when he doesn't want to come in for the night. I'm speaking of the magical beauty I saw twice in one night. The first one is a sighting of the Winter Beauty kind. Our recent snow storm left melting snow in just the right places to perform a "right before your eyes ~ presto, change-0 trick." During the daylight it goes unnoticed for the most part. Their beauty doesn't comes to life until the skies are dark and the inner light is turned on.

Icicles are a sure sign of Winter and a frequent guest in the ice storms the south usually gets. Even as the snow was melting from the yard. It left behind a gift to be remembered by. We had several that were well over 2 feet long, frozen in place by the sub-freezing temperatures and strong winds we had whistling through the trees.

Would you ever have thought that plain frozen water could look so beautiful? Almost magical!

The other magic happened just after midnight, in the early hours of this morning. Anna our herd queen gave birth to a new baby girl at 12:30 am. We were not expecting her to be the first one to deliver. So she caught us by surprise, as that is way magic operates ~ it surprises us. I was working solo on the farm chores late yesterday (Lon was at firehouse). When I noticed she had separated herself from the rest of our goat family. A RED flag in the manual for pregnant goats. Placing her in a labor & birthing pen beside Sugar. The one we had been watching closely the last 4-5 days. It was soon evident that she was quickly checking off the labor & delivery signs we watch for. After a quick bite of supper and dressing warmly I set up down at the barn. Calling Lon to let him know that we probably would have a new baby by morning. Things got to rolling about 11:30 as her sides began to roll and contract. By midnight she was having pushing contractions. I kept watching the clock to make sure she was progressing normally and to note which day he/she would be born on.

Anna became urgent in her pushing with only small results for her efforts. A flashlight check revealed a pair of two front feet, but no presentation of a face. It was evident to me then that additional help was going to be needed. Amidst prayers shot towards heaven, I gloved up thinking I would have to "go in" and reposition the baby. In all my years of nursing I have assisted in the birth of numerous mothers. I was praying that I would be able to feel my way around as I had in the human mommies. Anna was quickly exhausting herself and had started hollering in a painful way. Before I could get in the position to check, she collapsed in a heap. I thought Oh, no! What am I going to do now? Praying for divine assistance I grabbed the now exposed feet and legs and with a gentle tug began to pull as she continued to push. My prayers were answered I believed when she went down.

Yes, in what appeared to be potential problem, an answer was given. At that moment I can't help but believe that the baby's head was pushed into alignment by a heavenly hand. For with the next contraction I saw a small nose appear at the opening, right before the bag broke. Then I was greeted by a small licking tongue and with the next few pushes, working together I pulled out a doeling. Both Anna and I was glad to see her baby breathing. She started in on cleaning up her little one, while I checked it over and tied off the umbilical cord. Murphy's law is always waiting to happen, last night was no exception. But this time it was foiled, even though I was home alone. I really wasn't alone at all.

Despite the barn heater being on, the teen temps made our little girl shiver alot. So I dressed her in one of the crocheted sweaters I had made. To help her regulate her body heat better. There can be no doubt she's girl in this bright pink.

The hours past quickly as clean-up was under way, teats were checked for clear passage of milk and encouragement to nurse was given to her baby. Who finally was able to 2 hours after her birth. It is important that they get their mother's colostrum ASAP, for they are born with no immune system in place. Getting what they need to face the world in that magical milk, present at first in all mammals. It was especially important, given the challenging birth that I make sure all afterbirth was passed and no additional problems found. It took another hour for all to be completed and the stall ready for a peaceful night of sleep for mommy and baby. I, myself crawled into bed this morning at 4am. Only to be awakened a little before 8, giving me just 4 hours of sleep. So goes the life of most midwives; little sleep, lots of challenges and the joy of helping to bring a little one into the world on it's birthday.

There really isn't any real magic to be found in all the world. All honest magicians will tell you that it is simply a slight of hand that preforms the tricks we oooh and ahhh over. But I can tell you I saw a magical midnight last night. When I saw the hand of my Creator, who form the frozen Winter Beauty that glowed from our roof top, assist me in a miraculous birth. Every birth that I have ever participated in has always touched my heart and brought a tear to my eye. This one was no different. Every birth is a miracle, a beauty to behold. For Heartland Farm ~ this was a birth in the midst of Winter Beauty.

Eyes still looking, but closing with sleep and with a heart still thankful,

Deborah

Winter Beauty ~ First Sightings

As promised I wanted to share the Winter Beauty that I have not only noticed but savored over the past 5 days. A very busy 5 days they were leading up to our family celebration yesterday. I'm sure everyone had their own last minute surprises to tackle before Christmas. Mine started the actual day I posted the Winter Beauty challenge last Monday.


One brief phone call changed all of our plans for the day and set the tone for the week. My son called to say my granddaughter was running a high fever and he needed me to keep her, as she couldn't return to preschool. Both he and his wife could not be out of work. So Nana & Papa came to the rescue. Taking her back the next day to meet her daddy for her doctor's appointment revealed she had the flu. Just the kind of words you love to hear when you haven't taken the flu shot, it's 4 days till Christmas, you've done none of your holiday baking yet and you have family coming the next day to stay for a long weekend. We had one sick little girl to comfort and love on, so we decided nothing else mattered. Life was happening and the best we could do was to live it out as it unfolded.

But in the midst of the opportunities to live out the days given to us. I was able to see some Winter Beauty. For I knew that in the midst of the storm I would need the emotional boost now more than ever. So I kept my eyes and heart open to what beauty I would be shown. To borrow a line out of a familiar storybook. . . "To what did my wondering eyes should appear?" Let me show you in the pictures I captured. I wanted you to know for sure that I was looking, so concrete evidence was essential. (smile)

One of my favorite things about Winter is snow. Living in the deep south we are not blessed with the frozen precipitation that often. I know many would argue about snow being a blessing, but for me ~ seeing the intricate beauty that's locked into each snowflake makes it one. I have lived over 50 years and can't recall ever having a White Christmas, but this year was different.

Snow began falling early on Christmas day for us. As I worked to prepare our holiday meal it was a treat to look out my kitchen windows to see it's beauty. Big half-dollar flakes floated through the air and bounced along the ground. Before meeting up with a few hundred more to create a blanket that would change our horizon this morning.

WE didn't get as much as many others in the south, but we did have a WHITE CHRISTMAS!

I slipped out to take a few pictures through out the day yesterday and was tickled by the second Winter Beauty I saw. True it was created by the help of the snow, but I smiled none the less when I found it.

We have quite a number of "critters" on our farm, most known to us and sometimes others who are not. But these were made by our resident mouse chaser, Midnight. This was his first snow and curiousity caused him to venture out into the world of icy toes. Leaving behind paw prints for all to see that he was still on the job, prowling the premises.

My third sighting I have to confess that I expected, but was struck anew by the simple beauty of it's appearance.

I have been greeted most mornings for the past few weeks by these "Christmas birds." Not that they are called by that name but their brilliant red coats remind me of Christmas. Back in the Fall I hung a feeder in the peach tree outside my kitchen window so I could enjoy their beauty up close. Yesterday was no exception, except for the fact that the pair I had been enjoying brought along about 12 of their best friends with them. The impending snow and cold brought an urgency to their feeding. Every where I looked you could see Cardinals. Seeing one against the skies of winter is a bright flash of color on any grey day. To see one against the back drop of glistening snow is a Winter Beauty to behold. My photo doesn't give it justice for it is a little dark, but after all we did have heavy dark grey clouds over head. Making it's little coat of red stand out even more.

So, has your eyes been open? What have you seen that has touched you with it's Winter Beauty? Let the rest of us know by leaving a comment, just click on the comment link below. We only have 76 more days to be finding the beauty that goes unnoticed by the world at large. Be sure to check back in and read about the beauty that others have found.

Looking through rose-colored glasses,

Deborah

Looking for The Beauty

Winter can be a harsh season for many people across our world. A challenging one for the rest of us. The 90 days of Winter can seem to drag on and on, in the grey skies, cold winds, wetness and home bound activities. There is even a disorder that can & does affect many due to the diminishing hours of sunlight during this time of year. Causing a downward droop in one's "happy quota," often leading to a form of depression. For those who already suffer from depression, the added weight of "winter doldrums" can just about push them over the edge. Even though the days of Winter are actually getting l-o-n-g-e-r. They are often viewed as short because of the dullness perceived in the wakeful hours of them. Tomorrow, we mark the shortest day of the year. From that day forward each day gains more daylight time until we reach the peak on Jun 21st, the longest day of the year.

So, I thought I would propose a game of sorts for those looking for a way to count down the days of winter. Or as I see it, a way to celebrate them. As a challenge to myself and those who wish to join me. I suggest we ACTIVELY look for the beauty in each Winter day. To be "on watch" for something that touches our heart and gives our day a little sparkle. I could name a dozen or more things as suggestions, but I want us to see for ourselves the beauty around us. Be watchful everywhere you are whether at home or someplace else. The beauty is there we need only to train our eyes to see it.

I'm planning to post a weekly "Winter Wonder" picture post for you. Giving me the chance to share the beauty I've seen throughout the week and where you can share your discoveries in the comment section. I have no doubt that by sharing what we've seen. We will inspire, encourage and challenge others to be looking as well. What I see as beauty maybe something you've never thought of and vice versa. Beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder. Each one of us sees differently what is around us. To broaden our horizon is a gift that carries on not only in our lives, but the lives of those most dear to us.

I believe that the days of Winter will pass quickly and the prize to be won is the enrichment of our lives. Who knows we may even come away from this game with a deeper appreciation for this often frowned upon season.

Eyes open ~ heart ready,

Deborah

Workhorse for the Farm

Horses wasn't something that Lon had pictured in his mind when we began talking of our adventure in starting a hobby farm/homestead. At least not the 4 legged kind, that was always my dream. He has jokingly said that his horses were under the hood and had 4 tires. But over the past year I know he has come to love Sassie and her new foal, born this past summer. Otherwise he wouldn't spend time trying to befriend them, despite his protests about their eating habits. But like all men his head turns with the roar of horses of the mechanical kind.

His first workhorse that brought a light to his eyes. Came the day he drove home his present workhorse - his diesel truck, purchased back in 1996. It has faithfully carried out it's duties these past 14 years, transporting him back and forth to work, hauling light loads and pulling our camper on the many trips we enjoyed. The true test of it's metal came when we began using it as a farm truck in it's "old age". We've not been disappointed in it's performance even now. Being put into service to haul large hay bales or loads of smaller ones. Frequent trips to the feed store, carrying livestock and the ever-ending trip back to his home away from home ~ the firehouse. It's seen better days in the looks department, but I understand it's not the exterior that is important but what is under it's hood.

Today his eyes lit up once more when we brought home another workhorse to our farm. It is something he has dreamed about but never thought he would own. Moving to the country and trying to keep ourselves self-sufficient it had become very evident that our need for this workhorse would one day have to be dealt with. We have been using firewood to help heat our home since moving to the farm. There is an abundance of trees on this place, ready to be harvested. As we have areas we want to clear that will offer us lots of logs for our hearth. We were even blessed with a few free loads this year as well. But the job of splitting the large logs for use was a back-busting one. We are not as young as we once was, who is? So the need to find an alternative was being pushed to the forefront of our priorities. The question became how though. Every year Lon earns a holiday check for working the holidays throughout the year, that most people who work get to take off. It's both a curse and a blessing for us. One day we look forward to being able to celebrate the holidays like other families do, something we've never been able to do in the 35 years he has been a firefighter. So this year we decided to use the money to invest in the farm and his back.

Our newest workhorse rode quietly behind the truck all the way home from the store. It didn't speak a sound that is until it was called into service. We both became giddy as it roared into action and we saw how easily it took care of a chore for us. Just like a kid with a new toy, Lon was smiling from ear to ear. It blessed my heart to see him with his dream. Unfortunately it became dark too quickly for us to play with it much. But you can see from the pictures it handled even the largest logs we fed it.

The fun begins . . .

The workhorse didn't even bat an eye at the size of logs we gave it. These pictured were from a sweetgum we had taken down in the backyard. Sweetgums are known for their rubbery pulp and had bounced the wood maul right off of it's surface. It met it's match today!

The log laying in the front is but just half of the 22-24" cut that was split so easily. A piece that would have taken a lot of back muscle and time to split. Fell apart in less than a couple of minutes. Talking about saving time, what would haven taken a half to a full day of work. Can now be reduced to a couple of hours!

Merry Christmas to us ~

Deborah

A New Page Turning Activity

As if I don't already have enough activity around this farm, I took on a new one about 4 months ago. This past Tuesday night, I attended my 3rd book club meeting, having missed one due to family needs. After discovering the library just down the street from where we go to church and around the corner so to speak from the house. I have been seen there quite frequently and have made 2 new friends of the librarians. Judy introduced me to the book club and invited me to join them. I quickly made friends with Donna, the other librarian at the first meeting. (As she and I were going to the same ladies conference and ended up being room mates while there). I have truly enjoyed being among other readers and stretching my literary style of reading.

Reading has been apart of my life since my early teens. My Mom was and still is a devout reader. She introduced me to the love of it and got me started reading mystery books from the mail-order book club she belonged to. Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys were some of my favorites back then. Over the years I had school assignments and a few fictional books tucked in ever so often. But it wasn't until after I was married that my love of reading set down real roots. I, like my mother have a bookcase full of favorites now. My reading has for the most part centered around the simple things in life. Love, family, old things, country living and the like. Some of my favorite authors have been the ones that draw mainly a female audience. Janette Oak, Beverly Lewis, Lori Wick, and Jan Karon to name a few. I've bought books, borrowed books from friends, the church library and found a few favorites at the public ones too. Pretty much at any time you can find a book sitting by my chair, if not two or three. Since taking up our dream of owning a homesteading farm. I've been consuming how-to and livestock books as well. But it has been the fictional books that have taken me to new places and adventures. That keeps me up late or calls me from my bed in the early morning hours. Reading is in my blood and can't be ignored for long as it needs to be fed frequently. Joining a book club is something I've considered over the years, but never acted on till now. I guess I always saw it as a gathering for intellectuals, teachers and would be writers, not me. But the intrigue was there and living out like we do I needed the social contact. Surely I could go to just one meeting and check things out, right?

The first meeting I attended was a special outing for the group, as they were going to have a sack dinner at a famous location. Who doesn't like field trips? It was the site where one of the book's main character attended church and was buried. Murder in Coweta County happened just down the highway from here and this character lived not too far from my library. The book is based on a true story and several of the book club member's parents and grandparents knew the people spoken about in the book and knew of the murder. I got an insider's view of the history of the area surrounding our home. Our book club picture even showed up in a local newspaper.

The December book selected to read was The Christmas Box by Richard Paul Evans. It is a charming little book, easily read in one sitting and inspiring to the reader to focus on what it truly important in our lives. . . time with our families; especially children. The group exchanged small $5 gifts and shared homemade snacks. I came real close to getting another snowman for my collection, but lost it in the "Dirty Santa" game we played. The gift I took to exchange was a homemade batch of Gingerbread Cappuccino with a holiday mug and a quilted coaster I had made. I did come home with a cute little bird ornament that fits in well with my Jesus Christmas Tree. Reminding me of my Father ~ God of Creation and my love for birdwatching.

Our assigned book for January's read is All Over But the Shoutin by Rick Bragg. I didn't take a copy as I already have a book in progress, with another one sitting by my reading chair waiting to be read. Though I will need to get a copy started soon. Guess I know what I will be doing with my free time for the next 4 weeks. That is if I can find any (free time that is), but I'm pretty sure with winter starting so early. I'll have plenty of days to sit by the fire and read.

Sipping a cup of of the homemade brew right now and it smells and tastes just like Gingerbread. Yum!


Won't you join me?

Deborah

A Tisket, A Tasket ~ I Made Another Basket

Back on the 21st of November I took my first basket weaving class at the Library near my home. Robbie, who taught the class goes to church with me and is very handy with her hands. The one we made was a simple square napkin basket. The basket weaving was easier than I thought it would be. She tries to limit her classes to 6 students so as to be able to give individual instruction and still finish on time. But that particular Saturday some how the class had grown to 9! The increased number slowed the class down and we finally finished about 1 1/2 hours past the 3 hour class deadline. Even so, it was so enjoyable that I signed up for the next one the same day.

This past Saturday, 12-11 I met with 5 other ladies to learn how to weave a Sleigh basket. The ones on display at the front of the class were very intricate looking. As a class we weren't to sure that ours would look that nice. But by lunchtime we were all through and our sleigh baskets were ready to be taken home. Again I was pleasantly surprised by how easy it was. Easy that is if Robbie was giving us round by round directions to follow. It wasn't hard to do but this one did required a little more concentration for some of the weaving techniques and keeping count on spacing.

I took the class for several reasons. One, to meet some other crafters in the area and have fun learning a new craft. Two, to be able to create small baskets for my future goat milk soap. Thirdly, I have 3 old rockers that I have been saving that need new seats and everyone threatens to throw away. They are good oak rockers that look tattered because of the broken woven seats, that I want to re-cane. I figure basket weaving is one step in that direction and would put me a step ahead of the learning curve required to do so. And lastly, who knows I might even get good enough to make some as gifts for family and friends. Maybe even selling a few in my "I dreaming of a Farm Store" one day. I keep that one tucked in the back of my mind, adding info and ideas nearly weekly to it's file. But that is a subject for another day.

We had a special visitor this past weekend as well. Our 4yr. Granddaughter, Leah came for a long visit, staying with us from Friday - Monday. The weather was bitter cold with a harsh wind chill. I was ever so glad I had already made a list of inside activities for her to do. Having gathered the needed items and a new video on my last grocery/errand day. It was a busy weekend for all! Anyone who has ever played or entertained a 4yr. knows just how busy you can be. The pictures to follow highlight some of our special holiday activities . . .

Our first kitchen project was to bake my Granny Franklin's Nut Cake. It has been in the family for over 100 years. It is a light version of a fruit cake, but with more nuts and less fruit. Most fruitcakes are heavy, this one bakes up light. It is the only fruit cake I have ever baked my whole entire life. Leah had fun dumping the ingredients I had measured out into the mixer. When it came out of the oven, she wanted to cut it right then. Stating "I think we should have it before supper, Papa's gonna want some of this!"

Saturday we began several projects, the first being a crafty one. We made orange studded ornaments to hang on our trees to make them smell nice. I remember making these as a little girl and thought she would love the hands-on sensory project. She loved the process, but thought the cloves smelled bad that is until we stuck them in the oranges.

Tough skins posed a problem until she used a push pin to pierce it first before sticking in the cloves.

Leah took this picture herself and is learning to do a great job of framing the objects in the camera's window. -------------------------->

Looks like one satisfied crafter to me. I hope we made a memory that she might repeat with her own children and grandchildren one day. Ummmm, sure does smell good!


I had promised her the last time she came to visit that we would bake Gingerbread cookies on this visit. Soooooo. . . she didn't let me forget and was the first thing she asked about when she came in the door on Friday.

After helping to mix the dough up, we rolled it out and she put her playdough skills to work. The recipe actually made 12 full size cookies.

She loved the whole process and begged to do more. I had to remind her we still had to bake them and then decorate. Just the mention of sprinkles got her motivated for the next step.

They were super easy to make, fun to decorate and yummy to eat. I do believe we have the start to a Christmas tradition. One that we both will enjoy for years to come. She took most of them home to show and share with her parents, but not before we ate a few.

In between all the baking and crafting we watched several Christmas videos; Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer, Frosty the Snowman, Santa Claus is coming to Town and The 12 Dogs of Christmas. Not just once but a couple of times each. She never comes out without bringing her movie cds and we watched several of them too. Friday night Papa popped corn for us to enjoy while watching movies. On Saturday night we had ice cream with sprinkles.

I had just sewn her a fabric nativity out of a panel of fabric I had bought years ago before she was even born. We play with it and her favorite toddler one made of little people. Mary and Joseph has had quite a few adventures over the past year. But since moving out to the farm she brings them out for some farm living, complete with tractors and other barnyard animals each time she comes. It's her favorite game to play, begging whoever is free to play farm with her.

She went with Papa to the feed store and to buy hay while I was at my basket weaving class on Saturday. I think Papa actually came away this time without buying another toy there. Her little blue eyes can melt his heart in an instant. I'm not quite sure what all they got into while I was gone, but I'm sure they loved having one on one time together.

All weekend she begged to put on the new dress and shoes I had gotten her to wear. Come Sunday she was ready before breakfast to get dressed. She has gone with us each time she visits and has gotten to know a few people there. Mrs. Jana's Sunday school class is now HER class and she loves it. The evening service was the Youth & Children's Christmas play and we sat up front so she could see all the action. There was a covered dish meal afterwards. The only problem I had getting her to eat was in getting her to sit still long enough to get finished. Before joining the other kids on stage playing.

I read it somewhere once that "You're always making memories. . . To make them worth remembering." I prayed we did just that the 3 of us ~ Papa, Nana and our precious granddaughter.

Loving the chance to make them,

Deborah

Ready or Not . . . CHRISTMAS Is Coming!

We've reached the end of November today, having tucked one holiday under our belts. For some who ate a little too much it may be peeking out around it even. Just like the past few months November blew by us in the hustle and bustle of colorful leaves, several rain showers, autumnal farm chores and a family gathering. It is such a gentle month, full of reasons to count our blessings more than once, as the days tick down towards winter.

Even as the calendar counts down the last 22 days of Autumn. I do know for many the "Christmas push" started way before Thanksgiving. I was quite surprised and saddened to find Christmas lights already on display on a few houses back at the end of October. A few "big box" stores had even started stocking shelves with Christmas items. Even before the turkeys had started chillin in the grocery stores. I do understand planning ahead, but to set out those items before you've even celebrated the holiday for the month your in, is plain wrong. No wonder our minds are over-whelmed! We're trying to focus on TOO many holidays and all of their details at once.

I for one believe that we could learn a lesson from our fore-fathers of early America. For them each holiday was celebrated on the day assigned. With the weeks, days leading up to them given over to thoughts about and anticipation for each holiday. They knew how to embrace them in fullness of heart and mind. Celebrated with thankfulness and simplicity. Yep! We need to over-haul our thinking and practices about the holidays we try to celebrate. Okay ~ off my soapbox now and on to more of why I was writing today.

In my line of thinking this morning, I decided that if I was to post my plans before you for this week. Then I would be more likely to stick with them, as accountability holds great power. Accomplishing my goals while not tiring myself out in the process would be a benefit to all who live around me. I love the different decorating items that come with each season and holiday. My biggest collection for sure centers around Christmas. I love the abundance of colors and cherished items I can use to bring a touch of cheerfulness to our home.

This can be a busy month for us IF we let someone else dictate our schedules. As there are work/office parties, school events, invites from friends, church activities, and family get-togethers to keep us extra busy if we try to make each one. Sometimes it can be even busier because of our own choosing or lack of focused organization. I have found it best to map out the needs of my family first. To tentatively pencil in the truly special events we enjoy having as part of our celebration next. Then add in as my body and mind allows any extras I feel led to do. That way I can arrive on Christmas eve with a rested body, well prepared mind and a peaceful heart.

So here's the start of my Christmas plans for this week. Set of course in pencil, because we all know how plans can change in the blink of an eye. It's best to remain flexible and adaptable in order to not find ourselves shattered on the floor like a fallen ornament from being stubborn about what we have mapped out for the holiday.

Here's my decorating schedule for the first week of December. With appropriate cleaning to be done in each room prior to ~

Nov. 30

Master Bedroom ~ set for sweet dreams and romance

Guest Room ~ ready & waiting for sleep overs.

Dec. 1

Living Room ~ our family & friends gathering place

Christmas Tree ~ A reminder of the reason we celebrate

Dec. 2

Kitchen ~ making a cheerful place for holiday baking and meal preps

Dinning Room ~ setting a pleasant atmosphere for our shared meals

Dec. 3

Bathroom ~ little luxuries to pamper & bless

Multi-function Room; office, craft area and "Command central"

Dec. 4

Outside Entrances ~ lending a cheerful "welcome home" each time we enter in.

Front Porch ~ our Holiday face to the world

Laundry Room ~ who says you can't have a lovely space to do a dirty chore?

There it is my work orders for the week. Will they get accomplished? Only by weeks end will we know. One thing for sure if I do, then I will have a home ready to celebrate in and only minimal upkeep for the rest of the month. Freeing my time to spend on the really important things and prepping my heart and mind for the reason why we celebrate this "Holy-day".

What do you have planned? Share your secrets for staying sane during the fast paced rush towards the 25th of December. If I get inspired I may even post a few pictures along with my progress. But then the whole idea is to keep things simple, so will have to wait and see how my days pan out.

Apron on, dust rag in hand and Christmas music playing to keep in step to,

Deborah

Who Stole the Month?

I looked at the calender yesterday to find the date. Only to discover that October begins this weekend? Where did all the of the days of this month go? Seems like it was just last week that I was thinking about the beginning of it. I was looking forward to all it had to offer and the cooler days of Autumn. Surprise! Yesterday they started arriving ~ it was pleasantly warm with the slightest breath of a cool breeze. I opened the house up completely. All windows and doors were opened to the refreshing air that seeped throughout the rooms. I love having the windows of our home open, both in the Spring and now. There is something healing to the soul and body to have natural air flowing through your space. As opposed to what I refer to as "canned" air. That which we breathe in as air conditioned or heated. Having open windows is easy, open doors can create a problem if there isn't a barrier of sorts. Lon installed the screen doors on the dinning room french ones yesterday. That left only the front door standing open like a missing tooth. Giving Midnight our newest kitty the pleasure of walking in and out of it at will. Though having the door thrown open allowed us to see the calm beauty of the barnyard every time we walked by it. Plans are to get a screen door for it, but I know that even as I desire to have one. That it will cut down on the view we now enjoy. But I can take solace in the fact that I love the sound of a closing screen door, always have. They remind me of the days spent in my grandparent's homes.

Leaving a few windows open last night had us wishing for more covers earlier this morning. I even had to add a pair of thin pants under my gown & housecoat to block out the chill. Maybe it's time to switch my sleeping clothes to something warmer and think about getting a new housecoat. I wonder if I could sew up a quilted one out of fabric scraps I have or better yet flannel ones? I have so many Fall craft projects I've been waiting to work on. That I feel slightly over-whelmed now that it is officially upon us. There is something about this time or season of the year that awakens in me a deep desire to craft, sew, quilt and do yarn work. I have as I sit here this morning 2 crochet projects going at the same time. With 3 unfinished ones waiting to be picked up again and several more I want to do. That doesn't even take into consideration the quilt that needs to be finished and the flannel one I want to start. Plus there are a few hands-on crafts I would like to work on too. Some requiring paint, others needing stitching in order to be completed. The challenge enlarges as these are just a few of the inside ones. The outside ones are just as numerous.

I think Summer sneaked away in the heat of it, when I wasn't looking. If Autumn comes in with the same quick flurry as Summer did last Spring. Then we will probably see snow in the next few weeks. I am already relishing the thoughts of campfires and a warm hearth inside.

I made our first pot of soup of the season last evening. All that was missing was a warm loaf of bread straight out of the oven. But being kind to my tired body didn't leave room for baking one. I truly want to start back to baking all of our breads. There are so many recipes for loaves I haven't tried yet. I think it is a scrumptious luxury to have fresh, warm bread with melted butter on top for any meal. A lost art that our grandparents lived with on a daily basis. Is slowly being rediscovered by those desiring the pleasure it can bring. Along with making a batch of goat milk soap that I've waited all summer to start due to the demands of our vegetable garden. I've had the needed supplies for starting a batch for some time now. Time was the only thing missing.

I just can't figure out at this moment how to do all of it. My desires appear to out number my days. Being so diverse in my interests can lead to a craziness all of it's own. For if I am busy with those activities that I delight in. Then I will miss the opportunity to sit and savor the days of Autumn. Only to find myself facing the reality of Winter's arrival and the beauty of this season being just a glimpse in my memory.

Enjoying the possibilities,

Deborah

We're WIRED!

Before you jump to the wrong conclusion, cause I know you could and probably will by just reading the title of this post. Let me explain our situation here at Heartland. Yes, I know the phrase wired takes on a new meaning in today's society. What with all the headlines in the news it's a daily problem for a lot of people. I admit on occasion I too have succumb to being slightly wired when I've had too many cups of "morning caffeine" (aka - coffee) or drank a glass of sweet tea too late in the evening before bed. To some extent I am a little sensitive to normally occurring caffeine. A fact that's come more into light since I've had a little scare with my heart last month, but that's another story.

It has been exactly 15 months since we moved into our little homestead. Wow! how time has flown by. For all of them and a few more before we moved in, we have been constantly remodeling, building, repairing and such to the 2 buildings that occupy our farm. One was a major undertaking, as it was the house we now call home. Large portion of the work went on even before we spent the first night here. After securing a safe, warm/cool place to lay our heads, we started focusing on the need for a barn of sorts. This place housed another dwelling on it, that in past years had been the home of a previous owner. Many, many, many years ago, so you can imagine the amount of decline we found when we first shoved open it's door. Not to mention the amount of junk, trash and old furniture left to be engulfed with cobwebs, dust and rats. UGH!

Slowly and with lots of muscle power we stripped it of it's dump treasures and began to make it into a usable structure. Thankfully the main part of the roof was sound at least for now, even though the porch roof leaks in a couple of places. Somewhere down the long road of plans there is a new roof in it's future. But that will have to wait as more pressing needs are met first.

We have over the past year, reinforced the floor of what is now our milking room. Put up wood siding on the walls and gave them a coat of soft Spring green. We used this space this past Spring when our 3 does gave birth in their individual labor and delivery stalls. The other room of this 2 room house we have been using to store bales of hay and feed. (Can you even imagine living in a 2 room house? Sorry, off topic.) Making choring easier by the closeness of the food items to the hungry mouths we met each morning. Plans were this past Spring to put power to this once electrified building. Our plans went as you know all plans can and so often do in a different direction when a new need arises. But I promised myself not to have to go through another winter milking by lantern light or checking pregnant goats by flashlight.

So for the past week I've been a "handyman" in an effort to get the necessary wiring done, a new breaker panel set and the main power wire strung overhead to a new disconnect on the pole. No, I am not an electrician! When I say I was working as a handyman, I am referring to a "hand me this", "hand me that" girl to my husband. He was the one doing all the electrical stuff, I just handed him the tools & objects needed for the job. We called the Alabama power last Friday to say we need a hookup to the pole. We were told that they would be here on Monday of this week. I could almost see the glow from the barn windows as I waited with excited anticipation.

Just as they promised they arrived on Monday, took all of 10 minutes to set the meter YEA! Only then to tell me that I still didn't have power. Seems that the transformer wasn't any good on the pole that should have been supplying the juice to our barn! My heart leaped with the possibility of disappointment before me. But I was assured by the power guy that he had called it into the office and someone should be out to put up a new one that same day. Whew! Hope stilled reigned that I could have the soft glow of lights overhead the next morning at chore time. Sure enough a truck rambled up into our pasture in a couple of hours and placed the need part securely on the pole. Just as soon as they had left out of my sight. I quickly called my husband for directions for turning everything on. WE WERE WIRED for takeoff.

Flipping a few breakers and switches spoke volumes. The good message was we had power coursing through the wires. The bad was we had some bad bulbs in the light we had just installed over the milking stand and it was still sitting in the dark. Lon was at work and I didn't have the bulbs to make it work. So wait I did, knowing that the next day he would be stopping off at the building supply store for new bulbs and a few other things we wanted to add to the barn.

I can honestly say I get a thrill every time I walk into to the place and flip up a switch. Seeing that light now floods the rooms. Even if I get started after sunrise and can see clearly in the barnyard, just being able to brighten the interior of the barn is great! The bright light pushes those imaginary creepies out of the dark corners of the rooms. No fear of stepping on something unwelcome or tripping over something that might scoot cross my path. Lon also put a light out in the goat shed too, along with a double floodlight on the opposite end of the barn and a single flood light directed to shine out over the space behind the barn. With little effort we now have added overhead porch lights and a receptacle should we need it. Opening the gate and reaching just inside allows us to light up the place should we find ourselves gathering eggs after dark. No more flashlight surprises for us.

As was the case this summer when Lon went down to the barn just before nightfall to gather the day's eggs. It was dark enough to need a flashlight when the need arose to capture and kill a visitor who was happily gulping down our hen's eggs. As it turned out I had to hold the flashlight while he did the killing in a narrow roosting area of the barn porch. The space houses our nesting boxes and roosting poles for the flock of hens & roosters that call it home. It was the third one that had been found in and about the barn since we moved to the place. Luckily for me, it was his "pleasure" to find all 3 of the unwelcome visitors each time. Though this particular one top the scales with the biggest dimensions of them all. Measuring in at over 5 feet.

All of them have been the same kind with a taste for fresh eggs. They have only been spotted just before dark, in those dusky hours when we as humans can't see real good. There is no telling how many eggs we have lost to these thieves. But each one has received swift judgement for their crime at the end of a shovel.

We hated to kill each one, as they are simple rat snakes. They are found anywhere there are mice/rats for the munching. Having livestock requires feed, having feed insures there will me field mice for gobbling up freebies, having free-loading mice insures a rat snake is nearby. Hence our problem with these non-poisonous snakes. They were doing us a service by keeping the mice population at zero. Only to eat themselves out of a meal and then to discover a tasty one under the fluffy undersides of our hens. We knew one meal would lead to two and so on. Plus we couldn't take the scare they put in our hearts before we could identify them. Not knowing if in the future they would go looking to some of our young chickens for their next meal. They had to GO!

Hopefully with the the amount of traffic in and out of the barn and the new illumination we have seen the last of the omelet eaters. We now are looking forward to being able to get morning chores done as early as we can pull our bodies from a warm bed. Then settling back with a cuppa of warmth in the front porch rockers and watch the sun rise yet again to start a new day.

Wired and happy,

Deborah

Where to begin?

First let me say, I am truly sorry for dropping off the face of my blog. I hadn't planned to stop writing, it just happened as life unfolded around me. I can't believe it has been 4 months! Well, I guess I can when I think about it. Because the WHOLE summer has just about passed by without my jotting down a single happening from around here. It has been stuffed full of things too, things I would have loved to share with you, new things and a few old things mixed in to keep me off balance. I hate that I let all of this time slip by without some kind of effort to preserve the memories. I really can't explain it, the reason behind my silence. I only know that I've had a lot going on in my life and my writing slipped into a dark crack along the way.

We do not get to choose our days, nor how they will unfold around our heads for the most part. Yes, we do make decisions that affect them, but all in all they're out of our hands. Thinking back there was a few setbacks that may have started the ball rolling. Letting it roll off the court and into a ditch without picking it back up, was surely a matter of choice on my part. I hope I haven't lost the few readers I did have to my ramblings. If you will forgive me and allow me to gather up the scattered memories of this Summer. I promise to try to let you in on what has taken place, without boring you in the process.

Several changes have already taken place this Summer and more will need to be made in order to carve out time to write. My head has been full, even over whelmed at times, but the love of writing is still buried deep inside me. If you want to listen, then I will try to share.

A little visitor at our front porch for you to enjoy till then.

A beautiful Zebra Swallowtail (was able to mark a new one off my butterfly sighting list)

Talk to you soon,

Deborah

Bittersweet Goodbyes

Today would have been a great day to work outside if I had felt better. The villains that have caused my head misery is still falling, coating everything a pale yellow. I know that the yellow we see is coming from the pines and don't really cause allergy symptoms. But they are a good gauge to all the microscopic pollen we can't see with the naked eye. As long as I see the yellow glow on things I know that all of the pollen hasn't finished falling yet. We would be amazed I am sure if we could see all the little particles, as well as the yellow that is dusting all over my house. Just thinking about it makes me want to sneeze.

Our goat family decreased by 2 today. Dwight came to pick up the 2 bucklings we had promised to sale him. Pepper and Buckshot left late this afternoon on their way to a new home. They are the first of our babies that I have had to let go of. Even though I knew we would be finding homes for them, their leaving has left an empty place. Which makes it a bit bitter to face. The sweet part is they are not that far away and are going to a home where they will be loved and care for. I can go see them if I ever choose to. I've gotten so used to their presence that now I will have to retrain my thinking not to look for them. I am quite sure we will miss their spotted coats out in the pasture, flashy as they were.

Our bees are ready tonight and a friend is going to pick them up for us, as Lon is working overtime. Setting them up in their permanent home will take place in the next day or so. I am looking forward to their pollinating activity, but not the possibility of stings if I should get too close. It will take a full year before we can harvest any honey. As they will need everything they collect this year to build up the hive and feed themselves throughout the winter. We have never raised bees before and will have to count on the expertise of our bee friend/mentor, Clyde to help us do things the right way. There has been a widespread illness going through bee hives for many years now. There are a couple of speculations as to what is causing the colony collapse of bee hives. Studies are now being done and individuals are striving to keep their own hives healthy and functioning. These winged wonders are a VERY important factor in growing our food supplies that we need to survive. If we, as a society loose them due to neglect or improper care, where will we get our food? I would like to think that by raising a few hives we could in some part help their comeback and gather a little honey for our efforts.

The farm door will always be revolving with someone leaving and others coming to stay.
Such is life on a farm. . . .

Deborah

Lost a Friend

Death is a normal part of living for every living thing. We are born, live our lives and die when the time for our life ends. I am not one who believes that pets or animals will be in heaven. It is reserved for the children of GOD. For those who have a soul and can have a relationship with the LORD. To loose a family member or friend can be a difficult thing to face. They are a part of the lives we have live, having touched us in a special way. Hopefully we have been a blessing to them as well. We hold on to the memories of times shared, of loving them and our feelings become attached to each one.

I have always been an animal lover of the domesticated variety. Hates spiders and such. I have been an avid nature watcher, finding pleasure in watching, feeding and reading about the many birds who grace the air above us, the ones who walk the trails we follow and even the ones who often go unnoticed. I have own many pets over my lifetime. From dogs, to cats, to rabbits and some fish. Each one has brought joy to my life and left me with fond memories.

The sadness that causes me to ponder these things this morning. Results from the death of a friend I've had for apx. 15-16 years. He became my friend when my then 12 year old son brought me a "Mother's Day" present in a shoebox from school. Rescued from behind a dumpster and scared to death, was a small kitten. Brian is also an animal lover of sorts and knew I had lost a cat just month's before. Thinking this would be the perfect gift for his mom. Over the years Brian has brought home many strays, but that is a different story. Tigger, quickly became a part of the family. He was name after the Winnie the Phooh character by the same name. For as a kitten, he was constantly bouncing off of the furniture, walls, your legs, etc. Tigger was loving and was a "wanting to be where you were" kind of cat. He was often found in my lap, his favorite place. Would snuggle on the foot of the bed next to me, at night when Lon wasn't home. He was a patient cat with each new addition to our cat family. Even tolerating a rambunctious kitten (Boots)in his old age. He loved to be scratched and would plop down at your feet begging for one any time he found you sitting down.

We knew he was getting old and in failing health. Also knowing that one day we would find him dead someplace. That was one reason we got Boots, besides wanting a barn cat. These past few weeks have been hard on his breathing as the heat rose each day. He was not around on Monday when I returned from North Georgia. But showed up yesterday morning and sat near me as I drank my morning coffee. Slipping off to find a cool place sometime before lunch. I didn't see him all day and he didn't return before going bed. NOt unusal, as he loved to sleep outside, often in my rocker. I kinda suspected that he might have gone off to die. Stopping by to say welcome home and goodbye yesterday. To find him dead in the middle of the back yard this morning was expected, but hard none the less.

I have several pictures of him that will be place in my album. Along side of all the other pets we have shared our lives with. Thought I would share a few with you. . . .

We were friends, he touched my life, he loved me and I him.
I will miss him,

Deborah

A Little Wet Around Here

Yes, things are a little wet around here, but it's not from any recent rain shower. You see, the air is infused instead with microscopic pods of pollen. That annual rite to Spring that brings the trees into bloom and my allergies along with it. Both Lon and myself have been battling the war with the invisible foe. Succumbing to it's drip~ drip~ drip, sneezing and head congestion. A good money maker for the tissue industry. You don't think? ~ Nay, they couldn't be responsible for the invasion each year. Anyway, over the years, as we have aged(gracefully I might add), we have found ourselves with an increase in our symptoms. We both have taken allergy shots over the years. But I had to stop my recent round after we moved. It is just too far to drive back for weekly shots. Even though I could give myself the injections, my doctor wouldn't let me have the serum (which I had already paid for). Not convinced they were working anyway. With all the viruses of the past winter still circling through family and friends. I am not sure if this present round is just that, a present from some one else. Or if the double dose of pollen is the culprit for my miseries.

Having been exposed to the outbreak of pollen around the farm the past week or so which = dose #1. I then made a trip to North Georgia this past Friday. My Mom had to have knee surgery and was coming home. Hence, I was in the fresh explosion of pollen up there all weekend too. DOUBLE DOSE!

I went up to help out, cook, and helping Mom get settled into the exercises and routine that will be her life for the next few weeks. Daddy had been doing the bedside vigil while she was in the hospital and needed to rest himself. So I packed up my nursing skills, a suitcase, a box of Kleenex, extra vitamin C and went to the beautiful mountains in Hiawassee, Ga. Everything was green, freshly colored against the clear blue skies of the mountain air. We had a good visit catching up with each other between physical therapy and naps (Mom's not mine). Mom is doing good getting around on her new bionic knee, with a little help from a walker and a cane. We are praying her recovery will go just as smoothly as the surgery did. She is looking forward to being able to walk without the pain she has experienced for several years.

I now find myself back in the swing of chores this morning, with a heavier head, sore throat, and sluggishness that slows my steps. Lon was taking care of the farm front while I was gone, (Thank you, Baby.) having to return to work himself today. A quick call to the doctor and I have an appointment for tomorrow. Guess I can drag myself through another drippy day. I don't want this to turn into something else, so I am hoping that the right prescription meds will do the trick. You can only live on OT (over the counter) meds for so long, then something has got to give.

I did manage to rustle up some energy for cleaning out part of the brooder coop today. The baby chicks that we inherited and those who snuck into our lives were needing a new place to hang out. The older ones had become able to fly up to the edge of their brooding box. Often hopping down to the floor and leaving little surprise packages for us. With the increasing temperatures, they should stay quite toasty under the heat lamp in there. It will give them plenty of room to run around, eat, sleep and poop.

Ready to feel better,

Deborah

Here a Chick, There a Chick, Everywhere a Chick, Chick

When raising laying hens, it becomes an issue at some point to think about replacing them after they reach their peak productive years. It has been suggested by the "people in the know" to seek replacements after the hens reach 3 years old. Seems kinda of young for burn-out to me, but I guess if you are cranking one out a day it wouldn't take long to wear you down. We have 44 hens laying at different times right now, blessing us a whopping 3 plus dozen eggs a day! Most of them are under the one year mark, with only a dozen or so going into their third year. They are not a spring chicken,but not a slacker either. With the abundance of eggs we have found ourselves with at present we had decided to wait about raising any replacement chicks this year. Or so we thought . . . .

I had a dear friend call just the other day to inquire if we had interest or room for a couple of baby chicks. Her son and fiancee had purchased them for her daughter's two girls for Easter. Not knowing the amount of care they would require. Rene's granddaughters were thrilled, but their mommy wasn't too sure. For she works full time as a nurse and often at night. Caring for two peeping fuzz balls didn't quite factor into their lives right now. So knowing the country girl that I am and that we are already raising chickens ~ the call was placed. Lon agreed to take in the two, as we have a hen trying to go broody on us. The peeping package was delivered to him after work the next morning and made the ride to Alabama without a problem.

The problem came up when he took off to the feed store to buy them some chick starter feed. I then get another call, this time it takes on a different but familiar ring. Our favorite feed store has gotten in some baby chicks, Rhode Island Reds. Yep! He was calling to see if we needed to get some, since they were just sitting there in the store. Stating, "we are going to be raising 2, it wouldn't be any more work to add a few more, don't you think?' "I'm thinking a couple will do." Which by this time I've been bitten by the same bug and I'm not even in the store looking at them. To which I replied, "might as well get four so it will be an even half dozen." Now what is it about the number 2 that is not even? And how did we make the jump from no baby chicks, to 2 baby chicks, to 6 baby chicks? I understand the Easter chick thing and I admit that they are the cutest little things when first born, but what makes two grown adults do the very thing that they decided not to do? I can only suspect that the "farmer genes" are coming out in us. At every feed store around the country USA right now, these little temptations sit waiting for us to come in to buy our feed and supplies. And if by some chance you happen to miss out on these cuties, there are the ever present hatchery catalogs sitting in your mailbox to order from. It appears that they are just as much a part of Spring passage as the flower & veggies plants, seeds, fertilizers, gardening gloves and such. It is part of the Country life. Just mention their name and there will sure to be someone telling about the new chicks they just got. Then asking you if you've gotten yours yet. YEP, got that one covered.

We had our first April shower today. The old rhyme I've heard for years goes like this ~ April showers, bring May flowers. After the dry spell last year, we truly can't complain. Even though we have had more than our share of rain the past few months. When I see it coming, I keep reminding myself of this little jingle and that we are storing up water for our vegetable garden to come. All those little tomatoes and peppers will need plenty to drink. I had been using the two rain barrels we had set up to water the transplants and the fruit trees we've planted. Their level dropping almost to low for me to reach. Now they are topped off and I can use this abundance on more things around the yard. I love flowers and knowing that the rain helps them to bloom makes it easier to watch it fall to the ground. Especially when I rather be out digging in the dirt. I've been shut up in the house for too long this Winter and have a serious need to be out in the sunshine. But rains will come and rains will go and we will be the better because of their appearance.

Our Bourbon Red Turkeys are reaching their prime this Spring and the mating calls have been sounding. Thomas has been waiting for his girls to get old enough to breed. From all the activity it appears that all 4 may be laying. We have found one egg in a hen's nest in the silo and one in a brush pile by the creek. But the biggest mystery was the location of a nest that belongs to the hen who keeps disappearing for days on end. We were afraid that she had stayed out of the pen too long and has become a dinner for something. We are hoping that she has a nest that she is watching over, but where? And if we find it, then how are we going to move her to a safe location to raise her young? We lost Pearl, a Royal Palm hen last year when she made her nest too close to the creek. It would be great if this one could hatch out and raise her brood for us. There would be young birds ready for Thanksgiving this Fall. But in the meantime we've decided to try hatching out a few turkey eggs ourselves. A family friend has said we could use his incubator to hatch them in. We haven't done this type of hatching before and will be curious about it's outcome.

I have been keeping a list of first sightings this year.
Like the first time I saw~

~the Canadian geese return, a sure sign in my book that Spring is on it's way

~the first butterflies in the yard (they were Spring Azures), a lovely lavender blue

~first daffodil to bloom, usually showing up around my birthday in March

~first bat in the evening sky, sweeping around to catch the newly hatching insects

~our first Whip-poor-will call of the season, a spotted brown bird with a name sure to have a story attached to it

~first pair of Mourning doves, I love their cooing calls to each other and it always reminds me of my granny.

We were sitting on the porch last night and Lon spotted another first. Surprised by it's appearance as it is only April. I couldn't recall ever seeing one this early in the year. The first lightening bug of the season had arrived. I know we have been having some hot days lately and I wonder if the temperatures have called it out of hiding to seek a mate. Do you know that it is only the females that flash? Creating a sparkly seductive dance in an effort to find a mate.

Now when I stop to think about it, we've had baby chicks of some sort for the past 2 years every Spring. The first 16 arriving as my birthday present in 2008. Another batch last year before moving to the farm. So why break tradition? Hadn't realized we had one but it appears we do.

This chick is loving Spring and all it has to offer. Hope you are taking time to enjoy yours.

Deborah