tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44800062168675050162024-03-05T11:50:40.489-08:00Providence FarmMrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.comBlogger903125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-66410718086256352362015-05-02T05:14:00.000-07:002015-05-02T05:14:06.505-07:00Goodbye Lilacs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRBvFbULwxCkj45fR-pGJS0dM_zmG2gZGJzqmj7jcUqKf3gnXPRxC7ePMPk193fSumftV7-Vaf2cqTUtCbWwY7cRkrgLJ06RHgozku1PmgXd1TnTrNkA3ByzAkd8B5HCvQUzvEyJjrhhE/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRBvFbULwxCkj45fR-pGJS0dM_zmG2gZGJzqmj7jcUqKf3gnXPRxC7ePMPk193fSumftV7-Vaf2cqTUtCbWwY7cRkrgLJ06RHgozku1PmgXd1TnTrNkA3ByzAkd8B5HCvQUzvEyJjrhhE/s400/004.JPG" /></a></div><br />
What a spring we had for the lilacs! They bloomed prolifically and smelled heavenly. <br />
This is all that's left of the blooms today.Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-28666547888006870372015-04-30T10:01:00.000-07:002015-04-30T10:01:21.910-07:00A View of the Garden Plots. (So I Don't Forget Where I Planted Stuff.)<br />
Dan is setting us up beautifully for a spectacular season of homegrown fruits and vegetables. Today marked the completion of plowing and disking. <br />
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This was the pig pen. Now it will be the home of potatoes, sweet potatoes, perhaps corn ( an open pollinated red flint, or "dent" corn) and/or squash and pumpkin.<br />
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And a closer view of the fertile Virgina red clay.<br />
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On the west side of the house I have a lovely little garden spot just waiting to tell me which delicacies want to be planted in its sandier brown dirt. <br />
Just plowed.<br />
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The same plot after Laura and I rode on the disc to give a deeper till this morning.<br />
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And in the corner of the long established garden is my new rustic asparagus bed that Big Dan made yesterday. He's filling it with dirt on top of the compost right now.<br />
Mama Cow has every right to gloat over that glorious compost pile. She's a large producer of "black gold."<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoIfeXJpXlwYK4dbLe0mhW9XI4O8qC_iFPjDIHFdOlAlHSj1m_ZktocbVE4r6ihKmr6UXqHLaeEK-zCD4wukuf0o5tGoPhX8DkDBnLA0nDHdJKuOaVYn94ppbFzOOLDfNfQ58CsVAL_Bk/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoIfeXJpXlwYK4dbLe0mhW9XI4O8qC_iFPjDIHFdOlAlHSj1m_ZktocbVE4r6ihKmr6UXqHLaeEK-zCD4wukuf0o5tGoPhX8DkDBnLA0nDHdJKuOaVYn94ppbFzOOLDfNfQ58CsVAL_Bk/s400/020.JPG" /></a></div>Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-59674508882816758792015-04-30T09:34:00.000-07:002015-04-30T09:36:04.503-07:00Big Dan's Strawberry Patch<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJPBVgUFrAeAJH21z-un-9zdbmJF5WwQQfST7X0Sd86xwEoi_Zup46YT051axbCSgMSUD58Oh-Ar2yET7u3QJXQ00Ry-IUSl2Ux6VadWzk7oOarOF0VGYZG6ceiExUbxFHgiZRMZNgj3M/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJPBVgUFrAeAJH21z-un-9zdbmJF5WwQQfST7X0Sd86xwEoi_Zup46YT051axbCSgMSUD58Oh-Ar2yET7u3QJXQ00Ry-IUSl2Ux6VadWzk7oOarOF0VGYZG6ceiExUbxFHgiZRMZNgj3M/s400/010.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinK2aK0D5J2h2kAJaQhvRkjcENKLLpdlLWLBt8jf_Peds_0-guQNnzOxkioO4o2JPqf5kY2NDjDNBmLq6_pZ8ZAWNNqAh_0_jrjbWd42OhGkixq2Or1eenQ74Ym7_ykZOtG7UILjiTDls/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinK2aK0D5J2h2kAJaQhvRkjcENKLLpdlLWLBt8jf_Peds_0-guQNnzOxkioO4o2JPqf5kY2NDjDNBmLq6_pZ8ZAWNNqAh_0_jrjbWd42OhGkixq2Or1eenQ74Ym7_ykZOtG7UILjiTDls/s400/011.JPG" /></a></div><br />
We've had trouble in the past with our animals destroying our strawberries.<br />
*Trouble* meaning they've killed every strawberry plant we had ever planted. Ever.<br />
So my genius husband did this.<br />
Also, they're yummy!Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-71675160505108190712015-04-23T09:05:00.000-07:002015-04-23T09:05:15.627-07:00Our Little Sausage Roll<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVG-0nv9FvjWehbrM_W2FOt01aMVwaCBAIWkHTSMlZGkpcz3XqBNhBLOghf7S6i0ccjj2VeQH7VXOr6BS6Uhw80y7oYNQ0PREz83jcWJv3vJ40N6QK9m4aEGSwdm1rbZm1ocvth0X1Ivs/s1600/095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVG-0nv9FvjWehbrM_W2FOt01aMVwaCBAIWkHTSMlZGkpcz3XqBNhBLOghf7S6i0ccjj2VeQH7VXOr6BS6Uhw80y7oYNQ0PREz83jcWJv3vJ40N6QK9m4aEGSwdm1rbZm1ocvth0X1Ivs/s400/095.JPG" /></a></div><br />
Jamie is a gentle giant of a breeding boar. <br />
Katie rudely calls him "Sausage Roll" due to his tubular shape and also, ya know, he's made of sausage.<br />
We think he and Halvah have another family of piglets on the way in July. Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-87778412954243147032015-04-10T10:47:00.000-07:002015-04-10T10:47:09.335-07:00Plantation Fail<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiORVMtqHSaVb0Wlm_9iiCMaSpEzE7LkJEg9bqXIxtqJuP1zXPGFJC-BWOC9m3K74sFrTvflIzCjA7r51ube85ajGuKWff_S4UbmLCX2nRa1P_qBRkR5eMbogQIpQ-YuVvOlAtmhP7GHVY/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiORVMtqHSaVb0Wlm_9iiCMaSpEzE7LkJEg9bqXIxtqJuP1zXPGFJC-BWOC9m3K74sFrTvflIzCjA7r51ube85ajGuKWff_S4UbmLCX2nRa1P_qBRkR5eMbogQIpQ-YuVvOlAtmhP7GHVY/s400/001.JPG" /></a></div><br />
I planted 18 cotton seeds. Everyone (three of you) wanted to know what I would do with my abundant cotton harvest.<br />
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Never fear; there will be no excess cotton to brush and spin.<br />
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Here's the 1 out of 18 cotton plants to sprout, circled in yellow. The rest molded. <br />
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On the bright side, surrounding the lone cotton seedling are a bunch of happy little "Virginia Select" Amish Paste tomato seedlings that will grow up to make a year's supply of ketchup and tomato sauce for us.Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-53448343232612031422015-03-18T11:10:00.001-07:002015-03-18T11:10:10.447-07:00Seeds of Hope<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUFiohPMmuF1vOdcLDOmLBICkZfwzh2gd551MFKFZuRc04L6lzcC5bi3NmaGGOLDOA6flDRWUjrhyphenhyphenHbEdAg1b66-P6wFBT9ejB7o3-EgO7RW3HXl_UHY0A8cqqCNILrlcUUsd2IaSn3wI/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUFiohPMmuF1vOdcLDOmLBICkZfwzh2gd551MFKFZuRc04L6lzcC5bi3NmaGGOLDOA6flDRWUjrhyphenhyphenHbEdAg1b66-P6wFBT9ejB7o3-EgO7RW3HXl_UHY0A8cqqCNILrlcUUsd2IaSn3wI/s400/002.JPG" /></a></div><br />
18 cotton plants are about to be born on Providence Farm!<br />
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Due to a vacation at the Grand Canyon I got a late start on gardening, but I'm happy to see that Southern Exposure Seed Exchange recommends direct sowing everything. <br />
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I did plant the cotton and some Virginia Select paste tomatoes. I'll probably start the peppers and other tomatoes when they come in the mail this week.<br />
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Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-57967466353099033112015-01-07T15:35:00.000-08:002015-01-07T15:35:03.230-08:00Meringue Issues<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYfD3H67rd14beEljEhwoG-ErnBDjkyj6_-ghoo5aDpZFaQDtsNPjXi9szdHTsYG_F-g1jau1HedkrwDtPgIpQBaNPm5DoElQZspdvMClQQ7zHS9CbmDCXeXvwjndfTKkd4L6PpMiYpD0/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYfD3H67rd14beEljEhwoG-ErnBDjkyj6_-ghoo5aDpZFaQDtsNPjXi9szdHTsYG_F-g1jau1HedkrwDtPgIpQBaNPm5DoElQZspdvMClQQ7zHS9CbmDCXeXvwjndfTKkd4L6PpMiYpD0/s400/004.JPG" /></a></div><br />
Here's my Key lime pie with, um, meringue! <br />
I thought this presentation sums up my world nicely: it doesn't matter how things look on the outside, it's what's inside that matters!<br />
Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-62284914859192783842015-01-05T10:45:00.000-08:002015-01-05T10:45:34.185-08:00It's the Least Wonderful Time of the Year<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEies3NGv7HASskyzT8cCcOD94WI5FHMadCgN13m6UoGsEMTR5P9PLDoyUHSdtcza9b_h2hl1jUDEciCG2SXlHfNv0eY-wxHDUmNAc1B2KIH-3FrxXrn1K-tgnvt8bMCnG12T786wLzOHUw/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEies3NGv7HASskyzT8cCcOD94WI5FHMadCgN13m6UoGsEMTR5P9PLDoyUHSdtcza9b_h2hl1jUDEciCG2SXlHfNv0eY-wxHDUmNAc1B2KIH-3FrxXrn1K-tgnvt8bMCnG12T786wLzOHUw/s400/002.JPG" /></a></div><br />
I've decided to post more honestly here. Not that my posts are ever dishonest, but you certainly get a one-sided view of farm life. <br />
A mother once told me to be sure I don't post graphic or sad things because she shows the blog to her children. <br />
But the un-fun times are real, and knowing about them is only fair. <br />
So here's a pic to sum up the impending Arctic weather and our desperation for the sun and her warmth.<br />
We've ("we" in this sense meaning my kids and my husband) been scrambling to get extra hay to the horses and cows and shoring up all of the animals' shelters for the predicted frigid weather.<br />
(Be glad you get to look at unhappy Kate during chores. It was either this or a photo of the broiler chicken who died under the horse trailer.) Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-49360709644714276552015-01-02T19:52:00.000-08:002015-01-02T19:52:05.455-08:00Hope Springs Eternal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijGZBuC8fE4C2PNmKzqL3AZ3OwDebOlW26JxpT6X2dClX6Wdj5bGWKVP0MeBGxXJ9tLho1qBm_z4GBVH0alvtVgGzKVZwhZo5304q78aZk9T_zJrr-zrGFJxNU7RrRSL2VJr8Uh0sG4UQ/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijGZBuC8fE4C2PNmKzqL3AZ3OwDebOlW26JxpT6X2dClX6Wdj5bGWKVP0MeBGxXJ9tLho1qBm_z4GBVH0alvtVgGzKVZwhZo5304q78aZk9T_zJrr-zrGFJxNU7RrRSL2VJr8Uh0sG4UQ/s320/024.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQ4d678WN_X6WZiErZ4XCM7iTWded__hdo0KfZy-KmCA7Rbb1srtCy3XcNGrB2CHdZn0LjxXopr8Og9eaDuPJxQvrjje3Y9TTblrCNa0lKIhEd_0PGNShYMccsXcf1rF0OYbkVcnxIl8/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQ4d678WN_X6WZiErZ4XCM7iTWded__hdo0KfZy-KmCA7Rbb1srtCy3XcNGrB2CHdZn0LjxXopr8Og9eaDuPJxQvrjje3Y9TTblrCNa0lKIhEd_0PGNShYMccsXcf1rF0OYbkVcnxIl8/s320/025.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLTORJ3SA0PTltbb2SAxXlwRqcMNFehwwBLN21iRstgG7Xi6skTfmALUpy4ctxL68fDaXle-VkYZ2Dd5s_io1992ONhLLQuK1U1iy6uhrmZZUd-H4_DzXsKC4mqRoa4aWlivtKDSZnbrc/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLTORJ3SA0PTltbb2SAxXlwRqcMNFehwwBLN21iRstgG7Xi6skTfmALUpy4ctxL68fDaXle-VkYZ2Dd5s_io1992ONhLLQuK1U1iy6uhrmZZUd-H4_DzXsKC4mqRoa4aWlivtKDSZnbrc/s320/026.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoxm7TeN38gr6CzK2gacf0kljF7C5bezH9WskE3McKAS_vwGnHUMdH6cZJgO4qSeAKslCs7v5pq6jOxcAavk6wq1JdDNCcoMeNQYotRgdaRqBOGunqRYTczI5WjG7Te57wm1u86z04qPM/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoxm7TeN38gr6CzK2gacf0kljF7C5bezH9WskE3McKAS_vwGnHUMdH6cZJgO4qSeAKslCs7v5pq6jOxcAavk6wq1JdDNCcoMeNQYotRgdaRqBOGunqRYTczI5WjG7Te57wm1u86z04qPM/s320/027.JPG" /></a></div><br />
Here are illustrations of things that will never get done at my farm. <br />
In the bleak darkness that is January, I always imagine grand schemes for a garden that will actually produce food that I, in turn, will actually harvest and "put up." <br />
I'm a terrible gardener. This year I ordered a book which will make a good gardener out of me. <br />
When, and only when, I master the contents of this book, I will allow myself to order the seed catalog!<br />
Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-83743014392328719682014-12-15T09:51:00.000-08:002014-12-15T09:51:32.264-08:00A Christmas Miracle!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBismrlfnd9LIT_WE8i7jU3S8mqgbqzWXq-W8-QDrIZG3Hlv6f1REJfNKCxKGbpjPcY3_BTd5OvSQrm5ASqEtKiXXdR6wDyeU-qjEbpMefvifL1nVHN2f8m-xrCPHxS-4rM05YxJRCbYI/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBismrlfnd9LIT_WE8i7jU3S8mqgbqzWXq-W8-QDrIZG3Hlv6f1REJfNKCxKGbpjPcY3_BTd5OvSQrm5ASqEtKiXXdR6wDyeU-qjEbpMefvifL1nVHN2f8m-xrCPHxS-4rM05YxJRCbYI/s400/007.JPG" /></a></div>Our momma hen is back to laying eggs. In the cat's house. On the front porch. But we have eggs again, so that's all that matters.<br />
And here's a duck egg from Pip thrown in for good measure. <br />
It was a bad feeling to be buying eggs from the store for holiday baking.<br />
There's simply no comparison between the bland store bought and the dark colored, flavorful home grown eggs.<br />
God bless you, poultry, every one!Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-37925651754800185692014-12-11T08:32:00.002-08:002014-12-11T08:32:34.577-08:00American Clothespins<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj61ran91cNLLhq9y-FoJSiUEUHVsVGYLajuyvvgL0sXQwMau9bwTucUZiqliYf8bCE41YsW-VYpUgnK7MAXOXaphVrmchwe5nhd4GEW9zFa-TWmEQx9fsP4SdiX-EUniiNGNLgW7cRJhQ/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj61ran91cNLLhq9y-FoJSiUEUHVsVGYLajuyvvgL0sXQwMau9bwTucUZiqliYf8bCE41YsW-VYpUgnK7MAXOXaphVrmchwe5nhd4GEW9zFa-TWmEQx9fsP4SdiX-EUniiNGNLgW7cRJhQ/s400/007.JPG" /></a></div><br />
See that big luxurious clothespin in the foreground? I'll be assembling 19 of them tomorrow. <br />
I was so excited when Herrick Kimball released a batch of clothespin kits. They sold out quickly, but I am among the lucky few who got a package.<br />
The pieces are soaking in boiled linseed oil to offer them more protection from the elements.<br />
My laundry is soaking in my homemade laundry soap that smells like Grandma's washing. <br />
I feel frugal.<br />
Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-4624231487620803452014-12-10T11:53:00.000-08:002014-12-10T11:53:21.379-08:00The Play's the Thing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjddEnemPRJt-QpCDMN_JjUU7cDFQvmuT2JFV7PI3N44Ci3_HMWYvKfV_ySUW62qQhyVT9G16ATj7cQ2_vShvgee56IQYlhTGhJaQV7SGBrSXkyMgsFrFTAL1us56-Q06tZpGu6xdb7Ey8/s1600/068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjddEnemPRJt-QpCDMN_JjUU7cDFQvmuT2JFV7PI3N44Ci3_HMWYvKfV_ySUW62qQhyVT9G16ATj7cQ2_vShvgee56IQYlhTGhJaQV7SGBrSXkyMgsFrFTAL1us56-Q06tZpGu6xdb7Ey8/s400/068.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_qb8xCbWZ2xEfMci44iKNE9f51RliEnnjM2u1lvf7SbZWASwK6udiTXG98ldB9ZWSZc8Y4A4kbQgaBmCHRAEv3qie_uKzLs0aG4Oe9FkDntiswZY8lNDP_8hN-9U0BFxmSPp_0EZkkA/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_qb8xCbWZ2xEfMci44iKNE9f51RliEnnjM2u1lvf7SbZWASwK6udiTXG98ldB9ZWSZc8Y4A4kbQgaBmCHRAEv3qie_uKzLs0aG4Oe9FkDntiswZY8lNDP_8hN-9U0BFxmSPp_0EZkkA/s400/045.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvW632svbcZwPimt50evIG72KwuJVAOahwN8RXwZc21kI6pKZoXdfUwylW5iIXocEulcvPrtoXrGNlC3X_HzAp8GmNelnY_dNWn7T-5ZnTR8Bg-hVh1W9jj4_JRvs7UjnktnmnlYObAPI/s1600/097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvW632svbcZwPimt50evIG72KwuJVAOahwN8RXwZc21kI6pKZoXdfUwylW5iIXocEulcvPrtoXrGNlC3X_HzAp8GmNelnY_dNWn7T-5ZnTR8Bg-hVh1W9jj4_JRvs7UjnktnmnlYObAPI/s400/097.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjceHO3T5NlOKqK44OWTEg8o8edxTDWcY1cFru1OBLmer4eXqA48LhuF4VljHiwvwonTjzexL1x1O64TmGn925RuJY_WKlPLzKvv9RwOKuScmFGK_0ZkdbMu3gfqz6-ARnj5kvxHIdRCyY/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjceHO3T5NlOKqK44OWTEg8o8edxTDWcY1cFru1OBLmer4eXqA48LhuF4VljHiwvwonTjzexL1x1O64TmGn925RuJY_WKlPLzKvv9RwOKuScmFGK_0ZkdbMu3gfqz6-ARnj5kvxHIdRCyY/s400/013.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibz1_ogc8eH7roZg-nEyO5c5LDFYQfnV5dHSyKemC2OaqQ2Ga2VKYYhKecNki3XClTn0Y4tl4RVIgfz9c5Z0bu7dxvVv5wx5zZvoQKOP5WVrrtchDcmO_oZgGtJ4ytHs0rK4KC3EDhbSA/s1600/IMG_5265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibz1_ogc8eH7roZg-nEyO5c5LDFYQfnV5dHSyKemC2OaqQ2Ga2VKYYhKecNki3XClTn0Y4tl4RVIgfz9c5Z0bu7dxvVv5wx5zZvoQKOP5WVrrtchDcmO_oZgGtJ4ytHs0rK4KC3EDhbSA/s400/IMG_5265.JPG" /></a></div><br />
I had meant to be a consistent blogger but I'll wow you with these photos of famous thespians to take your mind off my long blog absence. <br />
We just performed in a weekend full of "Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus" at the local community theater.<br />
I was Mrs. Madison, a neighbor to the main characters. Laura was convincing as Lige the coal man. Becky and Katie were children in school with Virginia. I know Becky's picture is blurry, but I like it anyway. It summed up the energy of backstage shenanigans before the shows.<br />
This has been a busy season, full of the blessings of a job well done, a close-knit community of fellow actors, and an outreach to people who want access to the arts in rural America.Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-10643433188314756302014-12-02T07:57:00.000-08:002014-12-02T07:57:07.206-08:00Morning Ritual<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5svRiJy-3nI41h_mGgsoH5HwQYJXWpFHpfStTagR9hJXdYL7jO2gIiyOtIip3Q3jIAiFZQL1RydkM_RSqed1fLbAYAIPISLs_RdKurgTeuXo9MvYnOWZ1a78rJ-og1058PBDNIcgOg6k/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5svRiJy-3nI41h_mGgsoH5HwQYJXWpFHpfStTagR9hJXdYL7jO2gIiyOtIip3Q3jIAiFZQL1RydkM_RSqed1fLbAYAIPISLs_RdKurgTeuXo9MvYnOWZ1a78rJ-og1058PBDNIcgOg6k/s400/006.JPG" /></a></div><br />
Clyde is excited about the wildland fire industry's off-season. Most of us won't hold Uncle Clyde because of his unnecessary roughness. He's downright dangerous with his claws and his teeth. He likes to rub his head on us, drooling from happiness, and sucking on fingers.<br />
Now that Big Dan is home, Clyde gets his morning nap on a lap every day.<br />
It takes a man to snuggle with Clyde.Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-62223811469360282742014-11-29T08:18:00.000-08:002014-11-29T08:18:57.283-08:00Cider Calf<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiISN6xn5wH5lz1xkpZvDv3MtVe4PAnJ1CRhaFVfqcfS59gWMYZBUdl_aUaQZHp-t6Bz0BmNmDeFIAT1m0xYAkIKFomWfREXHYTrUKE5V8ta005RmZN_x3RUq6ulySGwTeVtQbeMVcxK38/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiISN6xn5wH5lz1xkpZvDv3MtVe4PAnJ1CRhaFVfqcfS59gWMYZBUdl_aUaQZHp-t6Bz0BmNmDeFIAT1m0xYAkIKFomWfREXHYTrUKE5V8ta005RmZN_x3RUq6ulySGwTeVtQbeMVcxK38/s400/004.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcmSKWF5M_SUip6_WEGWOzfgU3FQqLZ7POYBXIniAWHvAAh0Sg4Isn90RVe5GQQD21ohHi2DZ2FElJPMxWwRF-tPA1QyrGwkpr_spd-_1syTh0Sam2Zspmq7i4EKX-VuRCY-c6B25gZdU/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcmSKWF5M_SUip6_WEGWOzfgU3FQqLZ7POYBXIniAWHvAAh0Sg4Isn90RVe5GQQD21ohHi2DZ2FElJPMxWwRF-tPA1QyrGwkpr_spd-_1syTh0Sam2Zspmq7i4EKX-VuRCY-c6B25gZdU/s400/012.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxksR1gplFGKU-9G_MdYzpRiUollN46Dw5inqXNvYQe7MuRT_VRwnVYHT4wJcce_GiJg5z49BIhU3ZhIukVNRGPgUqzA4y3LdPVfv5n4zOjaP3vWdTaiS2VWVQUvvCxYuaHT2RGzuaNH4/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxksR1gplFGKU-9G_MdYzpRiUollN46Dw5inqXNvYQe7MuRT_VRwnVYHT4wJcce_GiJg5z49BIhU3ZhIukVNRGPgUqzA4y3LdPVfv5n4zOjaP3vWdTaiS2VWVQUvvCxYuaHT2RGzuaNH4/s400/015.JPG" /></a></div>My Aunt Jackie thought "Cider" would be a good name for the brown calf. I keep thinking of her as "Cider" now, so I suppose this name will stick. Maybe "Mulled Cider" to open up more availability for nicknames. <br />
Here she is, soft and sweet in the morning light.<br />
Little Miss Dee is a fantastic first time mom. Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-46189390486559218152014-11-29T07:51:00.001-08:002014-11-29T07:51:36.837-08:00E.P.T.?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs_KFdAQer1nsByjNxPWo_Dc8gfL2m_T0Gv3ipvNlrpHzB4NKhe4LNSCqkHS3XrS_w86ZMziQdrDuAc48216yZCn7C9CTfsQUqpRACNhdbcSc28p3JVOpueV2oMuKZ0KEmdc8V9L5PSA/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs_KFdAQer1nsByjNxPWo_Dc8gfL2m_T0Gv3ipvNlrpHzB4NKhe4LNSCqkHS3XrS_w86ZMziQdrDuAc48216yZCn7C9CTfsQUqpRACNhdbcSc28p3JVOpueV2oMuKZ0KEmdc8V9L5PSA/s400/026.JPG" /></a></div><br />
I was out in the field photographing the new heifer this morning, but Opal wanted me to take a picture of her picking and carrying her harvest of broom straw to her shelter. <br />
Does this mean that she's announcing her expectation of piglets? Or is it simply going to be a cold winter?Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-44263249586315634262014-11-27T10:20:00.002-08:002014-11-27T10:20:13.177-08:00Thanksgiving <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirTsDQLO-7NKXE7a335Wy0CZ7w8wDyEips50ukDqbiar3mDtFoWLWa39ANsLl1Dp3WnKfYvK2mnLBxjhLFS_2kUf9JDmLxJc3kqimTALezzBGw1OGKL5Gkdp-RqgtIGQ0WV87Zv3Ejpkk/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirTsDQLO-7NKXE7a335Wy0CZ7w8wDyEips50ukDqbiar3mDtFoWLWa39ANsLl1Dp3WnKfYvK2mnLBxjhLFS_2kUf9JDmLxJc3kqimTALezzBGw1OGKL5Gkdp-RqgtIGQ0WV87Zv3Ejpkk/s400/002.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7I8lIVK0WPIyyXykcjcaUq4CbpESTJpEIDRzY0VwIL5iiuryOdN2OBRraw4yF-NBolZVEtiQbmYSjzeeGkeLXuWuwlDckEgzCsM-6nTWj1XdoRc-PTZ_oJrI_zHshaiMdIom9t_Q3_8c/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7I8lIVK0WPIyyXykcjcaUq4CbpESTJpEIDRzY0VwIL5iiuryOdN2OBRraw4yF-NBolZVEtiQbmYSjzeeGkeLXuWuwlDckEgzCsM-6nTWj1XdoRc-PTZ_oJrI_zHshaiMdIom9t_Q3_8c/s400/010.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim017nipyAYbrOJD1CAFGE2Jv56s2AZYGLM3FmeEIRZz7qp5ETC2oBnDUX4ZzGfP8zedJluNGDClk_up8U5ek9h_jbR8YHLG_Lb7t5rUqB_Qg8JziiygfqmXppNmaYneNwSEXiSrBF7wM/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim017nipyAYbrOJD1CAFGE2Jv56s2AZYGLM3FmeEIRZz7qp5ETC2oBnDUX4ZzGfP8zedJluNGDClk_up8U5ek9h_jbR8YHLG_Lb7t5rUqB_Qg8JziiygfqmXppNmaYneNwSEXiSrBF7wM/s400/012.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjURL_wr9AMJpgyiUPNgzkqF_swe2-7k3MUG3ugcMYM5MS8J0Ey-y6GZ-AfoOua0hknXIhrdY7jA9OoUSGBhNX_kC-pP24toHlj5dPnk5IjSPZIcxHh5F3vU1k6pwSsP6vr-Dj8IhnVTQE/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjURL_wr9AMJpgyiUPNgzkqF_swe2-7k3MUG3ugcMYM5MS8J0Ey-y6GZ-AfoOua0hknXIhrdY7jA9OoUSGBhNX_kC-pP24toHlj5dPnk5IjSPZIcxHh5F3vU1k6pwSsP6vr-Dj8IhnVTQE/s400/013.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQPI0oa8xUuJVzMKyCEeLkkRLYDDRAk8ZYZvN3NFA_52H4T7SlqMpYZf47-BI2wHDmS8TfY8A5CxyJzwPB4lC4poCO3qoh-gQMJksb2m7cVnCUxQLFMKuB9-EAdBwyBYpGyHs-s92nXHQ/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQPI0oa8xUuJVzMKyCEeLkkRLYDDRAk8ZYZvN3NFA_52H4T7SlqMpYZf47-BI2wHDmS8TfY8A5CxyJzwPB4lC4poCO3qoh-gQMJksb2m7cVnCUxQLFMKuB9-EAdBwyBYpGyHs-s92nXHQ/s400/014.JPG" /></a></div><br />
It's dreary and chilly on Thanksgiving Day, but all the animals are toasty in their straw beds. <br />
Isn't this new heifer calf the cutest baby ever?<br />
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Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-9607482493330608642014-11-26T14:53:00.000-08:002014-11-26T14:53:05.802-08:00Big Happy Cow Family... Sort of <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdC1jUaawLJDd_lBHxUWM_JTVb0zwu6i7U00AgskEJPh1v3rhTUk9xSVQ70e9AKa_r3nOosG3HzYZxZaQyv9DpP96LXy_cmWmnh5B3O1SbIE0LazgMSf2Ks928YJtSPa1ywUgl1x8Q17Q/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdC1jUaawLJDd_lBHxUWM_JTVb0zwu6i7U00AgskEJPh1v3rhTUk9xSVQ70e9AKa_r3nOosG3HzYZxZaQyv9DpP96LXy_cmWmnh5B3O1SbIE0LazgMSf2Ks928YJtSPa1ywUgl1x8Q17Q/s400/004.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDrz4lFqdvDR1uB5fqIgt5BTUxXuIztX5VhbOOPGalsuqckGbFbtZC4H7botngahd-9wJdpP9qZXfshOcD53RsxsbBSwRknEVdD37n3ma7Enq2os7npUWslzRKICkpsnITH7rlJ0JAQzk/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDrz4lFqdvDR1uB5fqIgt5BTUxXuIztX5VhbOOPGalsuqckGbFbtZC4H7botngahd-9wJdpP9qZXfshOcD53RsxsbBSwRknEVdD37n3ma7Enq2os7npUWslzRKICkpsnITH7rlJ0JAQzk/s400/011.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqpA4Y7ET5vazRqqldivRedqMiTqCk74PR6mpem2IuwEvnx9hqnHf62z_2aqFfeZJwMY7T3hHnf0gY4M6pqXA3lB-_EFqy2kg1NJwvOTYZkczCuM54ej1vVoQLNXo-13vw9MK523yeKvQ/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqpA4Y7ET5vazRqqldivRedqMiTqCk74PR6mpem2IuwEvnx9hqnHf62z_2aqFfeZJwMY7T3hHnf0gY4M6pqXA3lB-_EFqy2kg1NJwvOTYZkczCuM54ej1vVoQLNXo-13vw9MK523yeKvQ/s400/018.JPG" /></a></div><br />
Little Miss Dee had a heifer calf today, surprising us all. Well, we knew she was expecting, but we didn't know <b>when<i></i></b> to expect the blessed event. <br />
Here are what I thought were family portraits of daughter, and mom, and dad. <br />
Until Big Dan pointed out that the real father was obviously Jersey Bull Calf, from a relationship consummated before he went to his new home in the freezer. Just ignore that photo of the proud bull. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. <br />
So even better- a half Jersey heifer calf. <br />
We now have six female dairy breeds cows and calves at Providence Farm.<br />
Got Milk?Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-34449379445975912162014-11-21T14:51:00.000-08:002014-11-21T14:53:35.545-08:00It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like... My Daughter is Crafty<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Z0TtZmduKVNMRjZrBoeQDnOGGgRyA4u8E2yDgYjkXFc9CeomaYxDva2rP16EN87hLAFjE8bmUJ9CQry2DJIxctPQWQgs6_VqNwgMrnA7etRtUiPRpJiPbS6O-FaON32g1i65dm6WQOI/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Z0TtZmduKVNMRjZrBoeQDnOGGgRyA4u8E2yDgYjkXFc9CeomaYxDva2rP16EN87hLAFjE8bmUJ9CQry2DJIxctPQWQgs6_VqNwgMrnA7etRtUiPRpJiPbS6O-FaON32g1i65dm6WQOI/s400/020.JPG" /></a></div><br />
Laura wanted a nice big wreath to decorate the door this year. I was seeing them for fifty dollars, and not well-made even at that outlandish price.<br />
Becky got up early, went collecting in the woods with five kitties, and made... this!<br />
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Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-54640180539637099262014-11-20T15:29:00.000-08:002014-11-20T15:29:19.856-08:00Vanilla Extract on the Cheap<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhztAVhBuY0G3OgLr3_cJtU2LFxmzp7kR8yolyuI6P41qF2AX-85zAkRD4DHHXoY772KR4nNigw4tHdfkCutxpJTOuL7WhJ45koWCmMFFF0N0ggtlz4MNanOKV7r_EsUzyqe3Saqqmstzo/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhztAVhBuY0G3OgLr3_cJtU2LFxmzp7kR8yolyuI6P41qF2AX-85zAkRD4DHHXoY772KR4nNigw4tHdfkCutxpJTOuL7WhJ45koWCmMFFF0N0ggtlz4MNanOKV7r_EsUzyqe3Saqqmstzo/s400/010.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigGCm9NMIgOXkiEHlB720zfMwtHESBfOAFvcsoklMY_Gqir6InU57MnSuxyfijvukqD_EWOVsKVrg1kLG_0jkZKbpvQCcjoes253HwYHsix-PaeSrd2MLEH8cTVWYNbw-ZspxWxq9gt0g/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigGCm9NMIgOXkiEHlB720zfMwtHESBfOAFvcsoklMY_Gqir6InU57MnSuxyfijvukqD_EWOVsKVrg1kLG_0jkZKbpvQCcjoes253HwYHsix-PaeSrd2MLEH8cTVWYNbw-ZspxWxq9gt0g/s400/007.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Q6mgEjZcFfUSjoA5cWuI9zhQOsnUWNWgW2JzEAsev8EE6lnyCdww4MzwcGEt_2ad6guMtrSCHV50FzXxOjP4OAMlgCqDjiXuOo8ZUdV1lgoWnkqW1SNCS3IVKkT7O1eeQcWM1aDxDEU/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Q6mgEjZcFfUSjoA5cWuI9zhQOsnUWNWgW2JzEAsev8EE6lnyCdww4MzwcGEt_2ad6guMtrSCHV50FzXxOjP4OAMlgCqDjiXuOo8ZUdV1lgoWnkqW1SNCS3IVKkT7O1eeQcWM1aDxDEU/s400/011.JPG" /></a></div><br />
Every time I buy vanilla extract, I cringe because of the exorbitant price.<br />
So I bought my own vanilla beans wholesale and poured vodka over them. <br />
I have another bottle like this to fill and then I'll be on the hunt for cheap bottles. <br />
I'll keep you posted on the progress.Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-27639909320301990302014-11-20T10:17:00.000-08:002014-11-20T10:17:35.664-08:00Pudding with Dumplings, or: Too Many Cooks Spoil the Broth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKnbbF0TNSZOo92-ms9NgVy5iUOK_qMpwF2-xBBnVXu09fc3h0cHGnixaOCUQV2XEMsIkQeyOrrmioS8ok7du7l1nnuejlkHVTe6g-LcoZMwji0uYAPEZzzzUmUhwcxa6ILOteSUwVu30/s1600/086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKnbbF0TNSZOo92-ms9NgVy5iUOK_qMpwF2-xBBnVXu09fc3h0cHGnixaOCUQV2XEMsIkQeyOrrmioS8ok7du7l1nnuejlkHVTe6g-LcoZMwji0uYAPEZzzzUmUhwcxa6ILOteSUwVu30/s400/086.JPG" /></a></div><br />
I had an abundance of Penny's milk and asked, "Which cheese should I make?" The girls answered without hesitation, "Pudding!"<br />
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Laura was at the stove making the world's best chicken with dumplings, and I crowded in next to her with my chocolate pudding pot.<br />
She flung dough from her fingers, and we laughed until we cried when it almost plopped into the boiling pudding. Luckily it hit the side, but now we have a better idea of how new recipes are created.<br />
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And yes, we use a blaze orange stocking cap as a pot holder for the hot lid. Don't you?Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-51804857906792004252014-11-07T10:15:00.001-08:002014-11-07T10:15:25.371-08:00Guinea Fowl. It's What's for Dinner.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigkJwpwkgRtI8JkHYl_D_1SGGD-crAUj1SAHSaCsXPKg2nfc-459mVImHCR3grBc5pT4d6nNjzYoK4wfyPLZ8Hvpy4xxje1TEQQ4U6Cu6AXkDHaRIsB5-TB5DQjQ-yaWcNhjdLj8SOK-I/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigkJwpwkgRtI8JkHYl_D_1SGGD-crAUj1SAHSaCsXPKg2nfc-459mVImHCR3grBc5pT4d6nNjzYoK4wfyPLZ8Hvpy4xxje1TEQQ4U6Cu6AXkDHaRIsB5-TB5DQjQ-yaWcNhjdLj8SOK-I/s400/012.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhks8FaUEuY0Pcbzv3-7jR4M6DZTyUvTKdtpeSnN3CbIngw9e8wZcqpOLh9Sioq5oMJPf6-XqAAdISx0Jj8TEu7E4cfKzzqcBGr1fb61ckKl7dM1v4MOtIIM3jRA5hftnNqTbEtAh5ZxIk/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhks8FaUEuY0Pcbzv3-7jR4M6DZTyUvTKdtpeSnN3CbIngw9e8wZcqpOLh9Sioq5oMJPf6-XqAAdISx0Jj8TEu7E4cfKzzqcBGr1fb61ckKl7dM1v4MOtIIM3jRA5hftnNqTbEtAh5ZxIk/s400/006.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgucWFaMcSGUXTKY5kVjlRYt0JCALmvWoqCav2s6K01gDPzj0g6frwkMU1jYu0HBtV1ZgFs8f62f-i7KUKkobrirw8jGk7lH5jhj60KqFFTVl2FPMpRvmXsqyrIuCpFjHHGakNRPeQcUqc/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgucWFaMcSGUXTKY5kVjlRYt0JCALmvWoqCav2s6K01gDPzj0g6frwkMU1jYu0HBtV1ZgFs8f62f-i7KUKkobrirw8jGk7lH5jhj60KqFFTVl2FPMpRvmXsqyrIuCpFjHHGakNRPeQcUqc/s400/002.JPG" /></a></div><br />
Instead of "hunting," this post should be labeled "hunting light."<br />
The girls are processing three guineas that came to our farm a long while back and have been eating a lot of feed and tormenting our chickens. Becky and Katie decided to kill two birds with one stone, or three birds with three .22 bullets, as the case may be, by eating them for dinner tonight.<br />
I'll try hard to remember to photograph the dinner so you can enjoy tasty skinny African fowl vicariously through us.Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-28752525100709427562014-10-16T14:11:00.001-07:002014-10-16T14:11:38.135-07:00Move Along Folks... Nothing to See Here<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid4GQLGJ2J8mk3FaXv7g4T0ObRUk5czcS67RYOXh_cDsVhnItv7nzI63JwJlwtum1zx_R-1gLw34jPb-48Wwz2zRCntdnY0dF0x0j_33y7mDURMOBmLgn-DtUiuIlqYd9OAayK_08vFnA/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid4GQLGJ2J8mk3FaXv7g4T0ObRUk5czcS67RYOXh_cDsVhnItv7nzI63JwJlwtum1zx_R-1gLw34jPb-48Wwz2zRCntdnY0dF0x0j_33y7mDURMOBmLgn-DtUiuIlqYd9OAayK_08vFnA/s400/015.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwvGBtt88xgx9dnzwup2jxIk30lmcYxHbKTlsK7GWNp5RU7ivz2LQN9k19sT6E6fZb5k3cn597JUjF4FehmRWC-ZVpiFPETHW4mJSzjSretXJ1rk5JdIQ7W5Hm4setyG3OuvWFQectG_M/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwvGBtt88xgx9dnzwup2jxIk30lmcYxHbKTlsK7GWNp5RU7ivz2LQN9k19sT6E6fZb5k3cn597JUjF4FehmRWC-ZVpiFPETHW4mJSzjSretXJ1rk5JdIQ7W5Hm4setyG3OuvWFQectG_M/s400/019.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhDJgDt9tGrmbS2OqMExFqo7nqnwossQxubjoqjui4ONKdkvokTjOFbXe50nlFfGpKHv8UMJzhsHs1eHqEsga6srEi9yDl_kEzGDy4n4UCNsPc3UUdE8U25phCkQMymidbfgeoWdILj0/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVhDJgDt9tGrmbS2OqMExFqo7nqnwossQxubjoqjui4ONKdkvokTjOFbXe50nlFfGpKHv8UMJzhsHs1eHqEsga6srEi9yDl_kEzGDy4n4UCNsPc3UUdE8U25phCkQMymidbfgeoWdILj0/s400/020.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsaTpF1zz8Ev7KZ-JOYqw6Fh2WIic5qrTRo1ah-bAguX3Bf-6k1Gn9cZlopqiTJcJCMkunm5CGpXUofx9WWfQXsDcNoQdmIb1OhojdE3VpvApkNS3Pgnah4hM4mcejHRWTU_TjgmMmoFw/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsaTpF1zz8Ev7KZ-JOYqw6Fh2WIic5qrTRo1ah-bAguX3Bf-6k1Gn9cZlopqiTJcJCMkunm5CGpXUofx9WWfQXsDcNoQdmIb1OhojdE3VpvApkNS3Pgnah4hM4mcejHRWTU_TjgmMmoFw/s400/016.JPG" /></a></div><br />
You can't really see three of the four cheeses from Penny's fall freshening, but you can imagine the deliciousness underneath that red cheese wax. The hard cheeses are being born about a week apart it seems. There are two Farmhouse Cheddars, a Parmesan, and a Romano. I ended up feeding a Manchego to the pigs because I had messed up so much of its timing while it was being made that the curds just wouldn't stick together. That fiasco was a direct result of muscle relaxers. Normally cheese mess-ups work out fine, sometimes even to my advantage. <br />
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As you can see, each cheese gets a cat scan before its wax coating.<br />
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I use raw milk, so to be perfectly safe from bad microbes, we wait at least two months to eat any of the hard cheeses. <br />
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There's a particularly lopsided Parmesan this time. That happened because I put the cheese mold in a five-gallon bucket, a dinner plate on top, with weights to press it. The plate tipped overnight and this cheese will have a variety of tastes within the different edges when it's ripe.<br />
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Lopsided cheese will be a thing of the past, however, after I ordered my handy-dandy professional cheese press from New England Cheesemaking!<br />
I also ordered black wax and pure beeswax so Penny's cheeses will have a little variety in their looks. <br />
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I wax all my hard cheeses whether the recipe calls for it or not. So far the Romano in this batch is the only one that isn't supposed to have a waxed rind, so I will be interested to taste the final result this winter.<br />
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Yes, I've hatched a plan that involves a few of those exceptionally hot peppers in the background being pressed into service to create some Habanero Jack and some Habanero Cheddar.Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-58980179307052229752014-10-15T12:19:00.002-07:002014-10-15T12:19:52.623-07:00Butter Making<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQteKwm-SJl-3LhP3brtjHNdSjGNag_S-DAJa537aJ6fUf9JurAFJvyv0Br0IamGnrsHDyfHBZgg89zSVSrIoUvLKTeZjd5EZds-zOEP0f92gB4E3z5gpn0vuj7Snt8eZ-IrEn2eTx0Ow/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQteKwm-SJl-3LhP3brtjHNdSjGNag_S-DAJa537aJ6fUf9JurAFJvyv0Br0IamGnrsHDyfHBZgg89zSVSrIoUvLKTeZjd5EZds-zOEP0f92gB4E3z5gpn0vuj7Snt8eZ-IrEn2eTx0Ow/s400/001.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8bM_DGO8CNp4-b0P6iTDiFTqouzohDgKqVWp2wsn_rseVJ6tR2xRwQHgvelT16JCNmgrl316b6mRUw6-KQqS5OxmmTebJzUs4TVV6mgy_hX009UUuyQ_Vd3nxCPmWsetYe1zB-FU31O8/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8bM_DGO8CNp4-b0P6iTDiFTqouzohDgKqVWp2wsn_rseVJ6tR2xRwQHgvelT16JCNmgrl316b6mRUw6-KQqS5OxmmTebJzUs4TVV6mgy_hX009UUuyQ_Vd3nxCPmWsetYe1zB-FU31O8/s400/004.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKCopdGFh8-n9wlxWigf1Rkn5zC7LG3D9qgeBEE2F9bojWV84VWpaTeL5lsUFFBmpE6aCnJGGh0qXx75u0N4HQ0baYuP4C3cGtGIqX6MVu5vIrWjbQMw9MYboDG3H3ASmzTKIBQHi3Hic/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKCopdGFh8-n9wlxWigf1Rkn5zC7LG3D9qgeBEE2F9bojWV84VWpaTeL5lsUFFBmpE6aCnJGGh0qXx75u0N4HQ0baYuP4C3cGtGIqX6MVu5vIrWjbQMw9MYboDG3H3ASmzTKIBQHi3Hic/s400/007.JPG" /></a></div><br />
Katie makes butter every morning with the cream she hand skims from Penny's milk. <br />
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Each quart jar she shakes makes one ball of butter. We had three today. I'll wash it and put it in a one-pound butter mold, then I'll quarter and wrap the sticks of butter and freeze them so we won't have to buy butter all year.<br />
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I thought after we milked Penny last time, I would be prepared for the sheer abundance of milk and cream she produces. But alas. I'm still overwhelmed with just the two and a half gallons a day she gives to us <i>after<b></b></i> she's fed Felicity about the same amount. <br />
It takes two gallons to make a two pound cheese, so I'm able to make a hard cheese every day of the week and still have plenty of milk for all of our other dairy needs.<br />
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The two gallons that Katie skimmed for this bowl of butter will become a lower fat Romano cheese. Not <b>low</b>-fat, mind you. Low-<i><b>er</b>.<b></b></i> There's still a whole lot of cream left in the milk!<br />
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Every time I carry a full bucket back up to the house through the little red gate I holler, "Thanks for the milk, Penny!" and each time she calls back, "Moooo!" Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-56051398678744995142014-09-21T16:00:00.000-07:002014-09-21T16:00:13.535-07:00Felicity!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx8dU64DeCfsODVL9DNlXtRNPCx4QKGH1FwpJN3FvI6RV5UOydA1kmKgBR77hXdRgTs8QgfkMlIDW_36_Vhr4pX6BhOYJVspAYVdtfJ2Nz6R799wHGOl7vGHZm83GjAGwskSJQ7Nq0Jag/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx8dU64DeCfsODVL9DNlXtRNPCx4QKGH1FwpJN3FvI6RV5UOydA1kmKgBR77hXdRgTs8QgfkMlIDW_36_Vhr4pX6BhOYJVspAYVdtfJ2Nz6R799wHGOl7vGHZm83GjAGwskSJQ7Nq0Jag/s400/001.JPG" /></a></div><br />
Penny gave birth on September 17th around dinner time. Unbeknownst to us, the heifer calf must have had a hard birth resulting in the lack of suckling instinct. A day later, we fed a weak, fading calf her first milk. She had missed her initial colostrum, so she got an infection. We took her to the vet's for IV fluids, a tube feeding of mom's milk, antibiotics, banamine (calf Motrin,) and vitamin shots. Since then we've been providing supportive care- tube feeding every meal and continuing meds, to keep her alive till that elusive suckling reflex came back.<br />
This evening, between feedings, I was giving her a cranio-sacral massage and manipulating her spine with my fingers if it felt out of whack. She went into a deep sleep on my lap and I prayed earnestly that God would intervene in this situation.<br />
Becky came to the pen, we got "the calf" as she was still known, up to see, once again, if she would nurse. <br />
Becky asked me to push her rump as she pulled her head toward the udder. I sad, "Let's just see what she does, first." And lo and behold, she walked right up to Penny's udder and started to nurse! Then she gave a few butts for good measure. <br />
She had gone from being a "dummy calf" to being cured in that moment. <br />
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Her name is Felicity: noun, 1. the state of being happy, especially in a high degree; bliss.<br />
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Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480006216867505016.post-38084485129544629362014-09-17T16:12:00.001-07:002014-09-17T16:12:39.744-07:00When the Cat is Away, the Mouse Will Blog Farm News for HimHere are some in progress shots of the electric and water lines going to the barn and water pump out front. I will describe each shot underneath, so maybe you'll know what you're looking at.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifOYvaIhmz28-OhIjhQFSyRfNKz4PET_-e2DeLAcspSZqrA63o2EBOMYY7SLwDOsZGaFOFEUvJhjzgrLXBi4n1RiBlsXh7aNcm3ZIjHKhQT8TGC5lrthDuMdRm-GmxRo6milpRehEABB8/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifOYvaIhmz28-OhIjhQFSyRfNKz4PET_-e2DeLAcspSZqrA63o2EBOMYY7SLwDOsZGaFOFEUvJhjzgrLXBi4n1RiBlsXh7aNcm3ZIjHKhQT8TGC5lrthDuMdRm-GmxRo6milpRehEABB8/s400/015.JPG" /></a></div>I'm at the fema shelter looking up at the little red gate. More details on this pen tomorrow...Mrs. Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00460488516787778176noreply@blogger.com0