Friday, June 29, 2012

How I want these to find the perfect home...

I came across these Wakefield Windsor Ware Johnson Brothers (England) plates & I fell in love - I've kept some for myself, leaving four to find a special home! They are classic bread (or in my world dessert!) size.  The floral detail & coloration are exquisite. Each plate is delicately cupped in the center. Perfect condition, no chips or cracks. I'd be thrilled to share them with anyone here for what I paid (3.00 each) plus shipping (shipping would be only exact amt - I'd weigh out however many of the four available you care to adopt - then box and check fee at post office to let you know precise amt of shipping) Sales tax also if shipped to NYS. Click pic for better view. If they call to you, email me

It's Simply A Matter Of Priori~huh?

 I'm aware (and oft read) that it's a simple matter of prioritizing ones' way to efficiency.
In my world it's a bit more priori~huh? (as opposed to prioritize, lol)
It's not so much a question of setting task to list.
The problem is where in the list tasks belong, you see.
Apples and oranges confused comparison.

 There's the painting ~ ongoing & never-ending (lol) ~ of the old girls' exterior.
The numerous remaining beautiful old windows that need caulking still.
Barn lofts to finish clearing.
Attic corners yet to organize.
Porch repairing and 'spiffing' to be done (period fretwork found!)
Woodwork to be oiled.
Summer Kitchen porch floor (remember that post?) to be stenciled.
Bread to be made and baked (did you know there are stats confirming
 the cost - even with energy fees included -
 showing home-baked bread is half of the cost of commercial bread)?
Not to mention the aroma and 'yum' factor, lol
There are walks needed to ponder where the bees will beeeeeeee living/hiving
Where the chickens will eventually live/roost/lay/peck.
And this above is the 'short list' of to do's
Now I ask you, how do you prioritize such a list?
Ah yes, that's how I arrive at

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Never Lonely

I'm always a bit surprised when people mention to me that living on a farm
must be isolating, lonely, worrisome.  I suspect a certain portion of
that reaction comes from the obvious ~ compared to the city or
suburbs the vastness of nearly 50 acres (tho very small by true farming standard)
is so unfamiliar that the pure distance and space around me strike them as significantly

Then there is the very real connection of 'life to living' in that on a farm you are required to interact intensely with the reality of your day to day needs (and those of your crops and livestock if you have either). Tho wells and pests (aka varmints) and large broken equipment  are not unheard of in city or suburbia they are somewhat, or totally, dealt with by others. A phone call to landlord or repairman.

So to be certain, whatever degree of farming/equipment/livestock/water/building repair there is in a farm it is almost always something you deal with directly. Hiring someone is often impossible and if found the ongoing costs would break the bank.

So you learn, you read, you watch, you try and fail. Try and succeed.
You quickly learn the words 'budget' and 'save' and 're-use'.
The phrase let nothing go to waste from water to material to time becomes a mantra for survival.

But lonely? No not at all. 
The amazing thing about people who always have or eventually choose to live close to the land, to be close to the seasons, watchful of water from rainfall and rain barrel, winter melt to rain-shower embrace the concept and practice of commuity. The sharing of it all.

Neighbors are not the next people down the road. Neighbors are people who care. Who teach. Who ask how you are and then actually listen. Neighbors in farmland share news about fox sightings if you have chickens. We all show up to help each other with roof jobs. We loan equipment, we find (and leave to be found) things on each others' porches that are useful or needed or to give a bit of cheer in hard times. Yes, there sometimes is the bad person, bad event. Such is life anywhere.

But day in, day out, season after season, the mentoring, the laughter, the shared stories of hard work, big barns, talk of fox and bear, worries over rain and wells are the norm. Kitchens in Ag districts in the middle of nowhere sill fill with the aroma of handmade bread. Laundry still floats and drifts on clotheslines rather than in dryers with softener sheets.

Days pass quickly, nites pass quietly.
And when there's time to visit, to talk, to learn to compare notes while visiting it's heartfelt and wonderful. The people here have hearts as big as the acres that surround this farm. I am so far from lonely because I sit right in the middle of acres of caring kindness. Life here is good. Hard work with tremendous responsibility, but filled with good people.

Saturday, June 9, 2012

A Saturday Morning Farm Joy

A warm cup of coffee
A moment of sun
Three Barn Swallows
Exploring the sky
This morning they were swooping
over the cornfield with precision and beauty.
And unfettered joy.
Watching them the farm again
whispers to me
"The world of man whines and clamors of disaster
but life moves forward, unaffected, based upon
the real, true, honest things"....

The farm is old, wise, sometimes tired.
She is gentle and she is harsh.
She is life and death.
She is sorrow and she is joy.
She is both fulfilling and exhausting.
The farm is a demanding dream.
But always she is a teacher

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

I'd Love To Build A Garden

In this pattern
The Spiral would be the pathway
of stone or brick or bark or paver
with flowers on either side

I have ever and always been drawn, felt connected
to the ancient symbol of the spiral

It is a visual representation of my heart & soul
whenever I was turned inward
traveling deeper into myself
to sort things out
to ponder
to understand
to hide
to heal
to catch my breath
to strategize
to dream
to relocate my core
my 'center'

It is equally accurate as a visual icon
for times when
I am moving outward
outside my core
to share
to teach
to adventure
to learn
to breathe deeply of the world around myself
to take chances
to dream
to dare

With a good strong invisible lanyard
to my center, to my lifes' core
There are no limits to the outward reach of a spiral
And center is always exactly where you left it
At the core
At the middle
Where you start from,
Where you return to

Yes, indeed, I  think using
the simple, ancient, beloved spiral
I could create
 a remarkable and symbolic garden....

Now I need only decide what to place
at the center
at the point of alpha and omega
A flowering tree?
A bench?
A statue?
A fountain?
Nothing at all?

I'll have to ponder that point a bit further
(Your thoughts and suggestions are warmly welcomed)!

Sunday, June 3, 2012

You Never Know

What will stroll by at the farmhouse! lol
I was out weeding when I caught movement
on my little road from the corner of my eye.
Out came the camera to capture
and share with you my not-very-old
out for a stroll (and a bit of fresh grass munching)
He/she was not the least bit bothered by me
or my camera. I just missed a great shot of her
looking at my pile of weeds as tho she were
"if you're not going to eat those my I have them"? lol

I think with a bit of a coax she would have come over
to much on the freshly pulled pile of weeds and deadheaded bits.
Tho truth be told I wouldn't want her to become
to human friendly. That would be bad for
him/her come hunt season and I suspect bad
for me and my flowers/garden all season roflmao