Coveralls

No matter what is said, there is no - and I mean NO - way to put coveralls on gracefully.  Please understand, coveralls are a necessity on the farm especially when it's 12 degrees outside.  Oh, they make cute coverall for the skinny farmer but that's not what lives here.   Now, if you think a killer whale lunging out of the water and beaching itself is graceful in some way, perhaps you could imagine that a lunatic homesteading aging woman is graceful when she steps daintily into her Oklahoma red mud colored overalls.  Imagine that she is balanced perfectly like a ballerina and the coveralls come swirling around her like snow.  The dance is careful but smooth.  A stretched out arm is luxuriously draped with multi-layered quilted stiffness.  The shoulders are shrugged and wiggled to coax the material to it's preferred resting place.  And, suddenly, there it is...  the thing that looks like a cross between the Michelin tire man and Sasquatch-ina covered in red-brown sauce... ME!

15 April 2014 - Farm Report

We survived the freeze and woke up to 26 degrees this morning. Some of the plants have been damaged. So much has still not sprouted (and probably wont) but I'm hoping things will still turn out well. Today is day 21 of Chick Hatch 2014. I have yet to hear anything. I'll keep checking off and on today. 

Christmas Ice - Early

We got ice for Christmas this year.  It arrived a couple of days early but it's here!  While the crystalline landscape is beautiful, it has a ominous crunch to it also.  The dogs were having trouble running across the field.  At times it was as if they were walking on hot coals.  They moved their feet so gingerly.  The moo girls spent time foraging but came back to the barn early for hay.  The chickens chose to stay inside for the most part.  They even moved gingerly about doing very little scratching.  We had a visiting hawk that was much to close to the chicken pen for comfort.  Trudging through tall grass is good exercise for this ole' girl but working my way over the ice coated grass was an adventure for sure.  I hate being cold.  I'd take the heat of summer over the aching cold of winter every time.  I appreciate the beauty of winter and I am so thankful for the time of rest.  However, I look forward to Spring because of the "Hope".  Is your life filled with Hope?  If not, take time today to personally meet Jesus Christ and begin an everlasting relationship.  Homesteading on the farm has been an incredible blessing.  Sometimes I don't have the words to express it all.