February 2016

8 posts

  There are so many things that fly beneath our radar – mainly because our minds are running ninety miles an hour on at least a million different things at one time. Some of those things that are allowed to slip by are those sayings that have been familiar to us since birth and we …
Here on the farm we live in a constant state of Anticipation. Whether or not it is watching for seeds to sprout so we can bump them up, and then wondering how well our harvest will do or counting the days until Spring when our bee broods will arrive, it seems like we are always …
  As I sit on the Prayer Bench down at the pond, I often reflect on the sheer quiet of the moment. I am usually embracing this time about half an hour after I have arrived home from working in Shreveport. I honestly think that the more I am entrenched in the hectic pace of …
My greenhouse overflows with plants. With starting up the new business of selling vegetable and herb plants, we didn’t know how to plan for our first year. Although we did sell quite a few, there were still way too many left. It kills this Farm Wife to just let them die, and my garden is already …
Oh, we ain’t got a barrel of money Maybe we’re ragged and funny But we’ll travel along Singin’ a song Side by side Side By Side, as recorded by Lee Morse, 1927   As a kid, I wasn’t fortunate to have grown up with grandparents. Mine had either passed on or didn’t live close. But …
“Giving up hope is for the hopeless.” – Lloyd Davis (played by Bruce Boxleitner), Love’s Everlasting Courage   Winter is a slow time on the farm, where we normally catch up on all the things we couldn’t do during the busyness of the other three seasons. We work on maintaining equipment, housework, repairs and reorganization, …
“A man is rich in proportion to the number of things which he can afford to let alone.” ― Henry David Thoreau, Walden   Although I consider myself an extremely wealthy woman, by society’s standards, I ‘don’t have a pot to pee in, nor a window to throw it out of’. Sorry for the crassness, …
  I learned something today. A Farm Wife does not belong in the city. It’s not that she can’t maneuver and function there, but it just doesn’t suit her quiet, open air concept of living. For example: My friend Lorea and I spent the day in Shreveport running errands. We both enjoy going to Johnny’s …
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