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Decorating at the Farm

Christmas decorating is making a bit of progress around here.  It has not snowed yet, which makes a lot of things easier…feeding the animals… driving, walking, but snow does make the yard look Christmas-y.  Our Christmas lights are up, so the house looks great at night.  I’d like to say the lights are up, because we’re good at planning, but the truth is, we’ve become ‘one of those people’.  I would have never believed it, but it has happened…I confess, we never took the lights down.  In our defense, they are up pretty high and the lights are little, so no one (I think) ever really saw them!  I did breathe a big sigh of relief when I plugged them in and they still all lit up, which I am sure we will not get away with another year.

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Yesterday after a small bit of stomping and out loud gnashing of teeth and a teeny tiny bit of frustration about our currently disorganized, messy house, Number Two Son and I became a committed and dedicated cleaning/organizing team.  (NOT a team dedicated to having me committed).  In no time at all, the house finally began to reflect the fact that the people living in this home do love Christmas.  Not all the house and not all the decorations, but progress and one clean room, do a lot for my sanity and sharing the fun part of decorating with Number Two was the best part of all!

decorationpicmOur stockings are up, and yes, I did hang them with care.  Especially My Loving Spouse’s, as his sort of gets hung up with a thumb tack.  (See this blog is a place for family truth).  There they are our beautiful non-matching stockings, but we’ve come to love them all.  The ones I spent hours cross stitching when I had time to do so and the one we bought at a Pet Store in England, because it was in our budget (cheap) and it says “Happy Christmas”(in the English fashion) and the trip was very special and so who cares that it was meant for Fido.  Truthfully, I have offered to cross stitch My Loving Spouse one that ‘matches’, but he’s fond of his Pet Store one.

Our spot for the tree is looking good with the tree skirt I did sew with my wonderful new machine.  All we need is the tree….which we had great plans for procuring.  We were all taking an afternoon to drive up the mountain and cut it down for real in the forest.  (Yes, Southern California, you can really do this and it costs $5.00)  However, someone got a job and had to work, someone couldn’t leave work and someone else got the stomach flu and someone else sort of forgot…  So, we drove across the valley, into a friend’s yard and cut down one of their trees.  Well, they had a lot, we’re pretty sure, that they will never miss it.

dec2picmSeriously, they have a small tree ‘farm’ and as we were their last (late) customer, they sweetly gave us a stinking great deal on a beautiful tall tree…reminding me to also take a picture of it for the blog.. so here you go..

dec4picmFor years I hand-made Christmas cards and loved the chance to be creative.  However, since moving to our beloved little farm, we’ve been a tad busy.  I even wrote a Christmas letter every year, but since writing the blog, it did feel a bit redundant, so we even considered sending nothing…but there are a few old friends and family that do not read the blog (collective gasp) and we broke down.  So in the small window of having us all together in the daylight, we got our official Christmas card photo done….and learned that getting 3 horses, 2 dogs and 4 people to look the same way while the camera sits on the trash can with a small trip pod and a timer is a tad tricky….we are thinking 8 out of 9 is quite incredible…we just ran out of hands to make the animals look in the right direction.

card.picmWe imagine it will be in the mail..oh, say… sometime about New Year’s.

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Agnes

Some people fall in love with cows, some people don’t.  I cannot explain it.  Love is a magical thing….

Welcome home Agnes, our newest heifer.  We are completely upgraded to having cattle now, having two!  Agnes is a Black Angus heifer, who was previously known as 215.  We are happy you are here!  ‘We‘ might be a bit strong.  ‘I‘ am happy you are here.  My family is mostly supportive, because they are kind, they love me and well, because they like steak.

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I had plans to get a heifer and a steer from Our Friend the Farmer’s calves this year, but then Agnes got thrown into the mix.  Agnes is a bred heifer.  (City friends – bred means pregnant, heifer means she has never had a calf before)  Our Friend the Farmer had 17 heifers out with the bull for the spring/summer.  This usually produces calves in February & March.  Perfect timing as then in the spring he is getting the fields ready for the summer hay season.  The hay growers in this valley do 3 things during the summer, work to bring their hay in, eat & sleep (a bit).  Now, we don’t really know what happened out in the field, perhaps the bull was tired, perhaps Agnes was coy or hard to catch or just shy, but she seems a docile cow, so I think she was just shy, but whatever the ‘issue’, Agnes is set to calve in June, a tad ‘late’ for Our Friend the Farmer.  When he got the news he probably said a bad British word.  Then he came up with his plan, called, I’ll sell her to Ellen and so he did and so now I will have my own cow calve.  How cool is that!!  (Notice the use of two exclamation points…this is very exciting!)  (If you are a member of Team Offspring and you are reading this, you can stop rolling your eyes now).

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Our horses welcome the newest member of the herd.  Agnes took one whiff of each horse and then shook her head, apparently horses do not smell as good as cow.

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Our two girls get re-acquainted, as they came from the same herd, born in the same spring.  Elsie is much smaller, being born a twin and with ‘issues’.   Elsie, the first of the “What am I going to do with her heifers” from Our Friend the Farmer…to here…

Glory Farm the perfect place for animals not quite so perfect….

and no, we do NOT need any more cats!

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Christmas Is Not A Race

Christmas is not a race.  One of my least favorite questions is, “Are you ready for Christmas?”  Of course, I immediately think, ‘are you crazy?  Of course not!

Ready?

Really?

It reminds me of a race… ‘Ready, Set, Go!’

Hurry up, get frantic, You…Are…Behind!

‘So, are you ready for Christmas?’ I hear shop people asking this to you at check out, but perhaps they just got tired of saying ‘Paper or plastic?’.  Friends say it to friends, sometimes with an understanding that ‘this getting ready’ can make us crazy so they often want reassurance that they are not alone, I must say that I can be a good friend and when it comes to feeling crazy together, I am there for them.

“Are you ready?”

I love Christmas time.  I love the sights and smells of Christmas.  I love the music.  I love Christmas decorations.  This is how ours look so far…

ready.picmAre you ready?  Maybe not….

Those words remind me of being on a car trip with young children.  “Are we there yet?” The kids don’t understand that the journey is part of the adventure.

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Being ‘ready’ is not having our house in order (Thank God, literally), cookies made, presents bought, cards sent.  Christmas is not just a morning.  Last night we joined our church for a packed house of carols, candle light, cookies, apple cake, and small children dressed like shepherds and kings.  It was Christmas.  It reminded me, that I can be ready the minute or second I open my heart to the wonder that is Emmanuel, God with us.

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Winter Tidbits

Just checked the weather and it is 3.  3 – as in degrees, previously 3 was an age, a time on the clock (once a day, in the afternoon, 3 in the morning…nah…I don’t think so) and 3 was a ‘few’ (as in cookies, yes thank you, I’ll have a ‘few’).  3 was not a weather.

I’d like to say, that I have come a long way, with one winter under my belt and that I am just ‘reporting’ the weather, not ‘whining’ about the weather.  We are running on two schedules this weekend, holiday duties and..the weather.  ‘My’ Farm Prada jacket was repossessed, by its owner.  So, getting a new jacket (in a more girl color) is not a want, but a need.  In case you think differently, see paragraph one, it is 3 here as in cold.  The Farm Prada jackets are on sale at one of our favorite farm stores…in another town…about an hour away…so we are budgeting our daylight hours.  My Loving Spouse is off to ring the bell at the Salvation Army Kettle this morning and my duties are to catch up on the farm chores and bake some cakes for the church carol sing.

The last few days have included trips out to a beautiful lodge on the river, all decked out for the holidays for HopeSource.  HopeSource  is an amazing organization and My Loving Spouse finds his work fulfilling, challenging and rewarding…how nice is that.  We are a bit behind our work here though with all of us helping out at their fundraiser diner.  I have been to and worked at my fair share of these events.  Los Angeles or Ellensburg, last night’s gala was as beautiful and classy as any I have been to with live auction items (trips to Italy) and silent auction items (wine and hand bags), that I might only dream about.  However, it is the first time I have bid on and am quite excited about winning… two tons of hay.

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A Quilted Gift

When I moved here, I had a very clear, well-defined personal reflection on the subject of sewing.

“Sewing skips generations”

and it skipped mine.

I didn’t like to sew.  I could do it and had a few (very few) projects to my name that I enjoyed making.  My kids learned to take their important mending projects to their Grammy and then even to My Loving Spouse. I had heard of quilting groups and maybe, possibly rolled my eyes a teeny, tiny bit.  Moving to the country did not really change my image of that at all. I did, however, move to a town where I had not one girl friend.  This is what we call a desperate situation, where one is forced to take desperate measures.  I was invited to the quilting group at church.  I told them I don’t really sew, that phased them not.  I told them I really don’t know how to quilt.  They were undeterred.  Oh, we’ll teach you.  I went quite honestly, because I knew enough to know, that I needed girl friends, and if I had to sew a bit, well so be it (pun intended). I was ready to join what I assumed would be a quiet, pious bunch.  Luckily, that was not the case.  What I did join was a group of gals with a love for fun, teasing natures, great senses of humor, creative talents, a love for God and amazing gifts of sharing and caring, did I say fun? There is a funny little room at our church built into an upper alcove for a previous pastor who needed ‘quiet’ to meditate or write or whatever.  This funny little room had become a random storage place until one of the quilting gals got an idea.  A really, really great idea that had sharing all over it!  Another quilter had a long arm sewing machine (the machine one uses to do the actual quilting) she was happy to have at church and teach us all how to use it!  As these machines are quite costly most of us quilters would never have the means to buy one or the space to store one.  Not only was she willing to share, she was excited to share, to teach and to encourage us. Using the long arm is a bit like free form doodling on fabric, but after all the work put into the quilt, it is both nerve-wracking and exciting.  My friend quilts for her first time on her son’s wedding present. quilt3.picmMy first quilt for ‘us’, not a gift of service a fairly big job, because I didn’t know what I was doing.  I took on a harder project than I realized, making up my own pattern.  It really wasn’t until I got my new sewing machine, that I realized why my new friends like to sew/quilt.  It was easy to know why I kept showing up…I liked being with them.  They helped me each step of the way… occasionally uttering a few, “Ut oh’s, did you mean to do that?”, then helping me out of whatever jam I’d gotten myself into.  With all of their help, my first quilt for our home goes through the final stages… quilt1.picmIn the long arm for quilting, with the lady bug fabric for backing, as we still have a LOT of ladybugs who like to hibernate inside here.  There are two reasons to add quilting. 1.  It holds the backing and the batting all together. 2.  It hides a lot of the mistakes. Off the quilter and ready for binding… quilt2.picmThe quilt is now at home on the bed it was planned for, and I’d have to say that was the only part of the ‘plan’ that I actually ‘planned.  Patching bits of fabric together is fairly forgiving.  I am proud of this quilt where I did all the steps myself, but what it reminds me of is the great gift I have received…. the acceptance, the encouragement, the fun, the laughter and the love which has been so freely given to me from the quilting gals, my new friends…and I am grateful. quilt4.picm

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OK Corral

We built a sturdy corral yesterday, which means putting up more fencing, dealing with tractors and very heavy posts.  We’ve finally found a way to make the whole fence building process an awful lot easier…get someone else to do it!

I was shocked at how much faster and simpler the whole project went when there were 4 young adults working on the task.  My Loving Spouse had explained how easy it can be to break a tractor using a post hole auger, so The Offspring were more than happy to have me in charge of driving Jubal and digging the post holes, not to mention supervising (stupidvising).  Just for the record, no tractors were harmed in the making of this corral.

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Number One & Four Sons hauled out the rail road ties, making the whole process look easy and light, which truthfully,  it is neither.

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corral5pic.mThis is one sturdy, straight corral.  Team Offspring made it look pretty easy, but I think it had a lot to do with the appropriate ‘supervision’ I provided.  Whatever, we are very, very grateful that the kids wanted to help.  Having it up before the snow is even better and now we just need something to put in it….

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Next-Giving

Like most American households we are getting ready for Thanksgiving and the day after Thanksgiving, dubbed by Number Two Son as ‘Next Giving’ (my favorite day of the year).  We do not celebrate Black Friday, because…we sort of don’t like to shop, we sort of don’t like crowds and we’re not organized enough to know what we are buying people for Christmas.

We are especially looking forward to Next Giving day, as Number One Son has to work on Thanksgiving, so we will not be together until Next Giving Day.  This year’s Next Giving Day event should top all previous year’s as it is the official Close of The Glory Farm Croquet Season.

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There has been a fair amount of croquet played here this season.  Fair warning to anyone who still wants to up their game count or improve their status, you have just about 48 hours to do so…  I would expect there to be a few hardy souls out in the garden playing a bit of croquet tomorrow.  They will need to set up the course and as the ground is frozen, they may need the sledge mall to hammer the wickets and stakes in the ground, of course this means they will first need to retrieve the sledge mall from the log of wood I got it stuck into yesterday.  However, I am sure we can count on Number Four Son to be rounding up the troops for croquet between football games, turkey and pie.

I seriously doubt any of Team Offspring will be able to catch My Loving Spouse as he is way out in front on the leader board.  He could be the best croquet player on the farm, or he was flying under the radar all season, while my children were distracted by their diabolical quest to ‘take out the Mominator’.

There have been some minor rumblings about the current scores…

“I call shenanigans. Pat is sleeping with the scorekeeper.  I demand a recount. “

So, what are your Next Giving Day plans?

As far as Thanksgiving is concerned, seriously…

we truly are very thankful…

daily…

for our life here…

It is a sweet time to be at Glory Farm…

Our Older Girl is here for the week, being kept busy playing with the Offspring, studying, being third-degree’d about her serious boyfriend, taking calls and texts from ‘the‘ boyfriend, watching our favorite movie together and squeezing in a pastry lesson from her Dad…

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Yep, life is good….

even if the chickens did eat our festive fall display…

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Happy Thanks Giving to you all!

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Preg Checks

Life certainly leads us in some amazing directions, if one is brave/silly/willing/crazy enough to go down a new path, which I guess is what this blog is all about…but who knew… just how far off my ‘old’ trail I’d go.

Last week I had a new opportunity and I took it.  The first ‘new’ step was getting Number Two Son to step in for me with the farrier.  (Private horse pedicure person for my extreme city folks).  Beau needed a trim and one of us holds his beautiful head while the farrier trims his hoofs.  Number Two rolled his eyes when he heard where I wanted to go, but he might just have been ‘jealous’ that he wasn’t ‘invited’, either way, he said he’d stand in with horse duty.

Off I went to watch the vet do pregnancy checks on Our Friend the Farmer’s cows.  Yep!  How cool is that!  No, they do not pee into a cup.  They do however in true cow fashion poop a lot and let me tell you that gal, ah yes, the vet was a gal, was covered in poop, fresh and I am assuming warm.  (Sorry…nothing but the truth here).  The cows went into a squeeze do get their injections (done twice a year) and get the preg check.  The cows are really not too crazy about either one, and really I cannot blame them.  The vet puts the cow’s tail to the side and slides her hand inside the cow’s back-end to feel if the cow is bred or ‘open’.  Yes, she wears a very long slimy glove and yes, she offered to let me try, but didn’t realize that when I said ‘yes’, I really meant it.  Darn.  Still I did get to help, load syringes which was pretty neat.

I am sorry there are no pictures, not because I didn’t try, they just didn’t come out.  Here, I’ll help recreate the scene, imagine a short, sturdy gal holding a very large cow’s tail with one hand, she is dirty, her face is leaning all the way on the cow’s back-end and her other arm is ‘missing’ or deep inside the cow…how cool is that?

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Mice or Men??

Pooh our ‘favorite’ barn cat came in for two days to take care of the mouse situation in the kitchen.  Pooh quickly proved an utter failure at house hunting mice, preferring to spend her time curled up on the couch in front of the warm fire.  Go figure!  This after we’d left all the kitchen cupboards open and alerted the female offspring that there would certainly be a dead mouse in the kitchen and to tread lightly! Pooh was evicted to the barn once again where I am sure she is thinking to her furry little self, ‘darn’ (or something like it).

Diner the other evening the Damn Cat was showing all the signs of a current mouse situation in the frying pan drawer.  Number Two Son got up opened the drawer and declared,

“Oh, there it is!”

Whereby I managed the amazing fête of making female-eek-it-is-a-mouse noises while seeking refuge in the farthest corner of the kitchen all the while able to blurt out instructions to  Number Two.

“Throw the Damn Cat in the drawer!!”

All the while My Loving Spouse was making ‘man comments’ that went something like, “Oh, settle down it is just a mouse”.

Yeah, right!

The Damn Cat was thrown in the drawer, where she stayed for about a nano-second, immediately jumping out and the mouse in question fled.

My Loving Spouse turned into the mighty-mouse-hunter-good-husband guy leaving for the store for mouse traps and M&M’s.

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Men 3, Mice 0

Note to visiting female…do not open the frying pan drawer!

 

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Farm Prada

It is 10 degrees as I write!  Fahrenheit!  A tad chilly…

I even broke down yesterday and wore my ‘Farm Prada’ coat to town.  I never even heard of ‘Farm Prada’ before I moved here, well actually, I never even heard of most of the stores where you can buy this brand until I moved here….Ranch & Home, Cabela’s, Big R.  ‘Farm Prada’ is also known as Carhartt.  Carhartt is tough and warm…and the hay doesn’t stick to me when I feed the animals, which can be a surprisingly annoying occurrence in other outfits.

I squirreled this coat from Number One Son, who left it here to be his ‘farm coat’.  Luckily for me, he has relinquished the rights to it, because he loves his mother and also because it was a tad tight for him.  This is a good thing, because Farm Prada is not cheap, but it is worth it.  Should Number One have a change of heart and need his coat back, someone would need to go right out and get another one (in Merlot/purple this time) as this coat is a NEED not a want for the winter (fall and cold springs) on the farm here…as seen in many of my cold weather ‘glamour’ shots.

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I have come to understand and love my Farm Prada…it is tough and warm, really warm, which is very, very good especially on a day like today…  there are a few other country styles I do not really understand...pink camouflage would be at the top of that list…but to each his own or probably with the pink camo, her own.

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