You know, we have so many creatures out here. We respect them all, and we enjoy watching many of their capers here, even if the birds and squirrels rob us of our chicken food. The hawks bide their time until they can catch the guard geese off duty; the coyotes wait for the electricity to go out, so they can get past the fences, but here’s the deal…. Continue reading
Sometime’s there are days that I just don’t know what to write about. I think today will be a rather rambling post today. Also short. As you know, the last couple of days were rainy days for us (thank you, God) and we didn’t really have the opportunity to do anything beyond our regular chores. Today it wasn’t rainy, but I had to work and Sue spends Thursdays practicing the organ and other piano pieces for Sunday’s services; we didn’t accomplish any projects. Continue reading
I don’t have one specific thing to write about or a theme under which I can gather my thoughts, so today I thought I’d just share a jumble of random musings with you and see how that goes. (Not that that’s never happened before!) Continue reading
If you call something “untitled” isn’t that giving it a title? So, should I really just call this “titled”? These are the strange things go through my mind on occasion. Maybe it would be better if I just gave it a title… nah. Besides, I found this great logo that I’m borrowing from the “Untitled Supper Club” in Chicago. I took a gander at their website and I’m so sorry I didn’t get a chance to check it out when I was visiting last year. Looks like they have a great three course, Prix Fixe Menu and over 550 whisky choices. Anyway, someone go there and let me know what I’ve been missing. Back to today’s post. You know how I like to do an overarching theme, linking several events together under the main title? I just don’t have that today. What I do have is a couple of photos and one event to share. Let’s get to it. Continue reading
Did you ever watch Sesame Street? I loved The Count. I hated math later on, but I like The Count. As an adult, when you watch these kids shows, funny questions always creep up on you. Like, how hard was it for The Count to work in a base 10 numbering system, when he only had 8 fingers. Did he have to re-learn all his mathematics? I was half remembering the pose in this photo for the number 5, but that wouldn’t work – would it? Well, be that as it may – The Count, here, is our mascot for today because we are going to tally some things around here. The magic number is 7. Ready? Continue reading
as the saying goes… every day. I suppose so. Sometimes what we learn really helps us, sometimes what we learn merely makes us laugh. Sometimes we can act on it. Sometimes it keeps us from acting. Sometimes we need to learn something over and over again before it sticks with us. What did you learn today? Continue reading
Today is Memorial Day (here in the states), we’re taking a day to remember and reflect on those who have given the ultimate sacrifice; who gave their “last full measure of devotion” [Abraham Lincoln], so that our country, and its people, could be free, remain free, and enjoy those freedoms and the knowledge that their children and grandchildren would be able to live and enjoy all that such freedom brings. You may accuse me of being overly patriotic, or nostalgic, perhaps even maudlin – but a great many people have given their all in the protection of this country that I only feel it fitting to take the time to express my gratitude to those who fell in her defense; to those who continue to place themselves in harm’s way for our protection; to their families, for the sacrifice they too have given and continue to give. We owe much to the men and women who join our armed forces and when I think of the time and energy they have given; sacrifices of life or limb, my heart fills as surely as my eyes and I find it difficult to fathom the depths of such a gift. Is there anyone who does not have a family member, loved one, or friend who has served and to whom they owe this gratitude? I pray for a time when the world no longer requires a military presence, but that is not a reality for today. The poem at left reflects on the thoughts of those who have died – they throw the torch of the battle to those coming after. Let us live so that the sacrifice is not in vain.
Somber thoughts and certainly not original, I know, but it is a somber day and this is where my thought paths have taken me. I began with only the idea of mentioning the holiday, and then going on to a normal update, but the words just continued to show up on the page. Hope you’ll give me this indulgence for the day, Wednesday we will get back to our regularly scheduled programming. I want to say: I am grateful; we are grateful, as we look out each day on what we’ve been given and the opportunities that lie before us. It is a wonder that we have this small patch of peace in the midst of a world so often fraught with strife, division, and anger. Should this peace be threatened, we are grateful for those who will protect and defend.
Today’s Weather: One guess. Right! Windy. A bit cooler today. But I am surely sick of the wind. Currently, at 4:23 p.m., it is 78° with winds topping 43 mph coming WSW, 13% humidity. Overnight low will be around 43°. Slightly warmer tomorrow.
Egg Report: Saturday – 33 chicken, 0 duck, 0 goose. Sunday – 40 chicken, 2 duck, 0 goose. Monday – 42 chicken, 7 duck, 0 goose.
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today. – Dale Carnegie
In my mind, this post was going to take on a slightly different slant, but then Sue sent me this beautiful photo of the old-fashioned climbing rose growing over at the “dinky house”. It is so genuine and gorgeous. Easiest care rose around this place. It grows when it’s time, blooms when it wants; is as happy as punch if you simply remember to water it every once in a while. Brings a smile to my face whenever I think about it. Got me thinking – what else around our farm gets us smiling? Turns out that there’s quite a lot that does! I really need to think about this today. Continue reading
I find it interesting that sometimes a thought will be running round and round in my head and then a friend or family member will bring up the exact same thing. Happens with Sue and I a lot – probably because we live together, happens with Mom a great deal too, and often with my admin at work. Now, I find the connection is still there with friends back home. Case in point: when I was growing up, we had a retired Navy Chaplain in our church, Rev. Ted Herman, who never needed a microphone when he took the pulpit. I guess all those years preaching on the deck of ships at sea just gave his voice resonance. At the end of his services, as his pastoral blessing, he would intone a special prayer, the tenor of which had been rattling round in my head a great deal lately, but I could only recall a few specific words, “this troublous life…” and then vague ideas surrounding that sentiment. I think it had been in my mind so much lately because of – you guessed it – the horrendous winds we’ve been struck with. THEN, today I had a message from our friend Tracy, back home, asking about this exact same prayer. She was trying to remember it, but could only think of “grant us safe lodging… and peace at last”. So I just gave in and finally googled the few words I remembered with the addition of “Prayer” and found it. It’s called the “Prayer of Blessed John Henry Newman”. I’ve put a photo of it above. It also came to mind today because of some lodging issues we have of our own right now. Well, chicken lodging anyway. Continue reading
You know, “they” have labeled almost everything you can think of. I’m always finding out about labels that I didn’t know existed. I think I’ve heard of this one though, often it affects people who live in extremely northern or southern areas which experience lengthened periods of darkness, sometimes places like Oregon that receive a ton of rain – I’m talking about Seasonal Affective Disorder (S.A.D.). I don’t think we want to go so far as to say that we have S.A.D.; but we’ve sure been fighting off a case of the blah’s lately. I think losing Taco-George has something to do with it. The constant wind drives us batty and keeps us up at night, mostly worrying about the animals and whether the RCW will tip over again or not. The cold has just crept into our bones and it’s been hard to warm up once we’re back in the house… then all of a sudden we’ll be so incredibly hot, only to get cold again when we go out to do chores or put everyone away. The last few days have been dark and dreary, cold and windy, so I think we’re just feeling a little sun and warmth deprived. Continue reading