Least they recognize it...

Out of the mouth...

       of a family member things are said.

        Sometimes it opens my eyes clearly.

         Things I already knew are reinforced.

        Gosh I miss Robert Lee Boring.

    

           In other news I am recovering from the plague.

     I will survive !

        Christmas will be smaller than I wanted.

     But I’ll be there at least.

Day from H E L L except for afternoon visit...

Saturday Delaware had a snow/sleet/ice mess. We ended of with 5 in on ground with pavement clear except low areas of ice. 

I double checked weather reports for western PA. Nothing showing except cold temps.

Confidently I set out at 5:30 am Sunday to retrieve last bred ewe. All was well for first 4 hours of 6 hour trip. When I got to Breezewood I ran into snow squalls hit or miss for next hour. No biggie I turned off cruise and lowered speed. I was following I Phones GPS. So far I’d been on two lane divided highways. The last 2 hours I “visited” every small town in western PA , snow covered roads , slippery conditions, sketchy all around. At one point in a town I can’t name to protect the innocent I stopped at the top of a steep hill and asked a guy if it was safe to continue down? He said just go slow you’ll be fine but it turns at bottom. I slid standing on my brakes the whole way with my truck shuddering to the “turn”. It was a sharp switchback to the right. I slid to the guardrail straight ahead . Beyond the rail was sheer space down to 100’ bottom. I was shaking and cussing that guy the rest of the day. I managed to turn right and get to the bottom and finish my directions. 

After picking up the ewe I asked for better homeward directions. He gave me 3 turns to get to 80. I’m thinking this is a piece of cake. After turning on the phone gps at 80 I found out I was wrong. I nail bit all across pa on back roads till Harrisburg. I was tired ,hungry and my neck was hurting from tension.

I called LN and said here I come. I was close to her college so I made a pit stop. She brought 10 people out to ooo and ahhh over her ewe. Most had never saw livestock close up. I usd bathroom and walked out tension before continuing Home. 

I arrived at 8:30 to ice from snow thawing and freezing all day I was gone.

At least I got to see LN. 

Hard day

       Trailer pulled out with last cows today.

The hardest thing I’ve done in awhile was halter and lead them to the trailer.

It may seem silly but they meant the world to me. All three younguns had parts in their lives. As they grew up and moved on with lives these gentle but sassy girls kept me going with the memories of days gone by. I smiled each time I saw them, even when they broke down fences and went on long “hikes” I smiled.

Diamond the red paint Shorthorn is the matriarch who started it all. When I look at her I see my son. He had a rough ten years and she was there to get him through. A therapist told him to walk away from his anger and go brush his cow. He laughed but did it and it helped him tremendously. 

The end of an era . Never more...

Christmas knit complete

         The mosaic shawl seen on website       

                        looked challenging. 

           It was. I frogged several times.

        I persevered and with help from a friend
                    figured it out eventually.



                Last bind off stitch.



    Complete except for blocking and wrapping.

I guess I am lucky?

It seems to me I must be lucky.

I rarely get sick.

I avoid doctors also.

I give blood where they send me reports on BP and Blood Sugars so I am aware of those factors.

I check for lumps and bumps regular.

I also am very aware of whats "normal" pertaining to my body.

Surprisingly a lot of people are not familiar with their own bodies and are surprised by things .

I eat as much unprocessed food as I can.

Meat from livestock I grow, veggies from my garden, fruit either I grow or local orchard.

I do not eat "organic" because as someone who lives the ag life I know its not true.

I guess I am lucky.

I also am not a hypochondriac and that helps.

I do worry that with modern society either all organic or all processed people go to extremes.

Living around animals, manure and outside influences without living in an airtight house helps also. 

People I know that live in development homes that are airtight and eat "wholesome organic food"

seem to get sick a lot.

No immunities to nature?

Just my Friday musings.

If you only knew a bit of what rolls around in my noggin you would be scared.

Old to New

Digging through our “little” room where stuff is stored I found this...

My kids loved it . The garage is on the other side where the car can drive into it. The lid lifts up to see the bed area and the dog you see is sitting in the area by the bed. The sliver of orange above the roof is a chimney that has a slide inside. There is a bell to sound and a butterfly to move around. Miss A will enjoy this I’m sure as much as the others have. Prefect toddler size, I brought out the Little People house but she’s a bit too young to appreciate it.

This weekend I’m house/dog sitting for my son while he and his family go to PA. When I arrived I found this gem waiting on me.

It’s so me and will hold my tea nice and warm.

R and I went to an open house at a shop near us. I love these towels that came home with me. They open up with another panel but they don’t fit on my stove handle full size. I wanted to show you the red stripes.

Somehow these jumped in my truck too. They have a greenish cast to them. They didn’t photograph well as it’s getting dark earlier now.

Back to going through stuff and purging. Too bad it will take 20 years to make a dent. 

Well she makes the rules...

                  Miss A decided the hat and 

                        bag was just too much. 

       Didn’t matter a bit because she was

      the cutest Strawberry Shortcake ever.

                   Her sass cracks me up.

         I try not to let her see it but it’s there.

                            Lordy help us!

Saturday morning fun

Load of field corn for deer hunters....

Running it into barn loft bins.

All done...

Now to bag it out in hundreds...

Muscle power...

The Girl...

Came to see us!

               Can you see R in the sunset 

                 messing with Gemstone?

  She worked near me and stopped by after             work to torture the girls.

         Miss Diamond was asking me,

                “Why is that girl here again?

     Every time she shows up we have to      endure her attention and selfies and petting.”