As I walk around my property, every tree stump, dark shadow on the edge of the woods, is a disguised bear waiting to jump out and grab me and drag me away to their hidden den. I’ll never be seen again.
Why is there a peacock in my living room? We have so many projects going at once. We start one, then something comes up and we stop what we are working on and move on to something else. Please tell me we aren’t the only ones with too many irons in the fire?
Ramblings from a small farmhouse. Our neck of the woods dodged a bullet with the blizzard that passed through the beginning of the week. We had a coating of ice, which thankfully melted quickly with the return of the sun. It was beautiful, all glistening and sparkly in the sun. Really, I can’t complain about… Continue reading Mirror mirror on the wall who is the egg thief
Thank you for your kind response to the post last week, about the crappy week I had. Our little dog Peanut is doing pretty good except she had a really bad seizure about 4 am the other night. It scared me and left me feeling pretty helpless. Afterward, she went right back to sleep as… Continue reading Red Roof Red Lights the color of Happy
Not so fast with the flip-flops, said old man winter.
Tuesday it was all about cookies love. I baked a batch of chocolate chip love cookies for Valentine’s Day. While the cookies were baking, the cat, the dog, and the chicken slept peacefully. But the minute the cookies were done baking – Winter popped up and said are they ready? Chocolate Chip Pecan Love Cookies… Continue reading Love cookies and a great big cock-a-doodle-do
I run a small – very small honor system farm stand at the edge of our farm. I sell fresh eggs from our chickens and cottage style flowers I grow in our gardens. Sometimes I sell my handmade items too. This year I hope to expand the offerings.