I’m still trying to decipher all my mom’s projects, and I’ve gotten through about two boxes, leaving me about twenty or so to go. It would be a lot simpler if the instructions had gotten packed away with the projects, but that really would be too much to ask, and besides, on most of these
About 15 years ago, my mom moved into the rental house on the farm, bringing with her at least two generations of accumulated domestic projects, most of them not completed. She’s now in a nursing home, and I’m left emptying her house, sorting through darning eggs, my grandmother’s afghans, and boxes of zippers to be
In addition to obliterating one of my crepe myrtles, C93 found a few other ways to get my attention during her convalescence. Overseeing the cleaning of our basement was one of them. She’s actually standing under the porch. This is why we can’t have nice things.
C93 looks good now, and is in the pasture with the rest of the cows. But a month ago, it seemed she was as good as gone. On October 4, when I did my afternoon cow check, I found C93 in trouble. When cows are calving, they tend to get up and down to facilitate
C93 is a home bred cow, and for the past couple of weeks has been a lawn ornament. She looks good enough now, but 30 days ago, her outlook wasn’t very promising. It’s a long story, and I’ll go into more detail tomorrow. But her story is reminder of why we don’t always leave everything
Who forgot to take pictures on sale day? I forgot to take pictures on sale day. And that’s really bad, given we only sell calves twice a year. When we sold retail beef, “payday” used to be spread out a bit. But now that we’re back to selling calves only twice a year, “payday” is
First thing this morning, we headed out to our neighbors feedlot to sort and load a group of our calves, and get them to the sale barn. The calves were being kind of silly, but we got them down the road and unloaded in little more than an hour. It wasn’t prime picture-taking time, from
To be honest, another reason the blog and webpage have been so sorely neglected is because I spend a lot of time on Facebook, and through some of the relationships I developed there, I’m now an occasional contributor to two pages – Ask the Farmers and The Food and Farm Discussion Lab. The Food and
Let’s face it. I pretty much suck at keeping the farm webpage updated, I get distracted. I lose interest. And frankly, I’ve always pretty much just figured that my life is too much of a bore to talk about. But then again, who am I to be the arbiter of what’s interesting and what’s not.