What being a farmgirl means to me. Farmgirl blog-a-thon

I didn’t grow up on a farm. My only close to farm experience was when I was about 10. We lived on an acreage for a while and my parents bought a cow. I liked it from a distance, but she was blind in one eye and would kick, so I was afraid of her. My mom was kind enough to let me stay away from the cow but I still had to have a chore. I was in charge of delivering milk. We had some neighbors that we supplied with milk, and I loaded up my red wagon and would pull it to the neighbors and drop it off. I remember this so well because I had a cat named Buttons that would lay across my shoulders and come with me as I delivered the milk, back then I thought I had the most loyal kitty in the world but now that I think about it she may have just been hoping for a treat. As much as I enjoyed my job I did not long to live on a farm, I remember as a teen telling my mom that I didn’t know who I was going to marry but it for sure would not be a farmer. I had no desire to be around farm animals and their waste, not to mention all the work that was involved. Wow, things sure do change. Now, we are just starting out and 7 acres is hardly a farm but it has a barn (still empty, but a girl is hoping to find a horse to put in it) and a chicken coop (needs a few repairs but it should have chicks in a couple weeks. Being a farmgirl means that I am no longer the youth only concerned with what life could give me, nowe I think about what I have to offer. I am giving my children not only the freedom to grow that farmlife offers but also the opportunity to learn the value of work. That with a little effort they can life close to nature and nature will provide for them, whetther it is eggs from the chickens, veggies from the garden or the heat for our home that deadfall we collect and burn in our boiler provides. I am a very new farmgirl at heart, but I look forward to growing into my new found position in life!!!

To share with other farmgirls and to learn more about the farm girl way of life visit: http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/

Sick and Tired

I am sick! It started as a bit of a cough with a sore throat, then headed to my chest so that it hurts to breath, next came the runny nose, now it is a plugged up nose. So my throat, chest and head now hurt!!!! Normally I would just grin and bare it but my friend came this week from Alberta to visit with her girls and we had so many wonderful things planned, of which we did almost nothing because she got sick as well. On the upside her life is crazy busy all the time so it was good for her to have a chance to just be, but we didn’t feel well. We watched a bunch of movies (Becoming Jane is wonderful if you like period films!!!) and ate WAY to much chocolate. Her girls had a great time yesterday. We have an old metal boat and a big slough, so they paddled around on the slough for hours and hours, coming to land every once and a while to go to the hay loft and jump off. I am so glad she came, I miss her already. Now my eyes are tearing, it must be the cold…..

My girl is growing up!

It is hard to believe that my girl is 14 today. I see her still as my little one, the baby of the family. I am lucky because she still snuggles and cuddles me, she will still ask to sleep in my bed so I get to keep her mine for a little longer. There is evidence all around that she is growing up, she asks for Cd’s and movies for her birthday, long gone are the barbies. She can officially go to dances now, and on group dates, in 2 years she will be dating. Oh dear! She makes me glad that she is more interested in paint balling than makeup, more interested in horses and her barn (in the background of the photo) than brand name clothes. But I see that she is growing up, she is so responsible, she knows already how to keep a house, fix a tire and love a child. She will a wonderful mother and a loving wife. I know this because she is already a loving daughter, and friend. She treats little ones with care, and lights up around her friends. She is a good one that girl of mine. Happy birthday baby!!!

Tie One On

Don’t you just love aprons???? I can’t get enough of them!! I especially love vintage aprons. I love that I have something to wipe my hands on whenever I need to, and I don’t have to search for a towel. I love that they have a history, and that someone has worn it long before me. I just wish I had a better body to show them off on. My favorite apron is one I got from a store called One Man’s Treasure. It is a hospital apron from days gone by, and I love it because I can imagine my grandmother wearing one like it when she was nursing. My daughter is wearing it, it would never fit me. I can’t wait until we get our chickens and I can collect eggs in an apron, I know I will be a real farm girl then. I am participating in a farm girl blog-a-thon that I read about over at gardengoose.blogspot.com

I can’t wait to find out what we are doing next week!!!

To share with other farm girls and to learn about the Farm Girl way of life visit: http://www.maryjanesfarm.org/ “)

trash to treasure planter

I made this planter for a challenge over at createaprim.com We were supposed to create an original planter. I have been looking for a project for this typewriter for a while (I would have taken the keys off for jewelry and such but my daughter didn’t want me to destroy it). I took out some of the inside pieces, lined it with a black garbage bag so the dirt wouldn’t seep through and then I planted my ivy. As soon as the snow melts here, I think I will plant geraniums in it or nasturtiums and put it outside. What do you think? Isn’t it cute?

That little weasel!!

Ok, you know you live in the country when…. your husband says “Good news honey we don’t have a mouse in the basement.” I knew there was a but in there somewhere. He heard a rustling sound, so he turned on a light and spotted a weasel! It was a good thing he was the first one to see it or I may have been a little upset. He is the cutest thing and we really won’t have to many mice around since weasels eat mice, but I am not convinced I want it to come into my house. He doesn’t seem overly scared of us, he just watches from a safe distance, sort of like what I did when I saw him. My husband has a soft heart and wants to make friends with it, I am hoping it will wonder far away. That is because we are getting chickens in a few weeks and I don’t want to have any of them lose there life to a weasel. I told my husband that if he kills even one I am trapping him and talking him to the next county and then letting him go. I am kind enough not to kill him, but I sure won’t give him any second chances!!

I am officially a blogger!!!!!

Wow can you believe the people who have blogs out there? And now I am one of them. It will be interesting to try this new venture since I have so much to learn, like what the heck is a widget? Oh well I am sure I will get the lingo down soon! Ok, I am going to post this and see what happens!!….jenn

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