Red Dirt Farm and Studio

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Thank you for sharing your thoughts on the last post.  We are back home and I’m trying to get back to my regular routine.


Happy Birthday to Mother Cottage in heaven, she would have been 90 years old today.  I miss her incredible spirit more and more each day.  She taught me to be true to myself, and follow my own path.


Normally, after a vacation break, I come back feeling renewed, relaxed and full of anticipation of new projects.  This time, not so much.  I’m not sure if it was coming home to broken appliance(s), a new grave under the pear tree or that I was sick for several days after getting home.  Maybe it was all of the above.

Finding my rhythm. 

I’ve struggled with blogging for years, frustrated with the lack of interest from readers, frustrated at myself for not knowing my own direction.  That all seemed to change for me this past summer.  I finally felt ok with blogging and felt I had a good rhythm and enjoyed posting and have really come to enjoy hearing from those readers that show up regularly and share their thoughts and a small part of their life with me.

I guess I just need to acknowledge that I’m going through a slump or a negative energy field or something.  However, I do look forward to getting that rhythm going again, and hearing from y’all.


















We have a multitude of pet cemeteries on our property, it comes with the twenty plus years of animal rescue.  The old pear tree is almost completely full under her base with pets that have passed.  Soon we shall have to pick another location.

Our cat Wynnie, passed away while we were in Florida.  We have an understanding with our house sitter, that she does not tell us about such events until we return from our trip.

Wynnie was the first feral rescue I took on.  She was a tiny kitten bundle of fur and teeth and very sharp needle-like claws that made painful contact with my skin as I reached into the lumber pile at the industrial park where a colony of feral cats lived.  I was on a mission to rescue as many of those kitties as I could.  I guess I wasn’t very good at it because Wynnie was the only one that I was able to save.  That’s how she got her name, she was a winner I said.  It took 12 years until I could pick her up and hold her.  She loved being held, but wanted to jump into my lap, it terrified her when I picked her up.  I often wondered if she remembered me picking her up out of the lumber pile and that fear remained with her.  I’ll never know.  She was a quiet gentle cat, never getting very big.  She got along with everyone and every animal that we brought into our home.  The years passed and I like to think she had a good life here with us.  Now, some twenty years later she is gone and the house is very empty.  Our house sitter lovingly placed Wynnie to rest under the old pear tree.








That’s all for today.

Thanks for being here.



13 thoughts on “grave under the pear tree

  1. Lisa says:

    I am grateful that the Florida house fared as well as it did. I’m also grateful that Wynnie was lucky enough to spend twenty years being loved by you. She really was the winner.

    I know this week will be difficult missing both Mother Cottage and Wynnie. I’ll be thinking of you!


    1. Thank you, Lisa. I know you understand all those feelings that I am going through – loving our pets and missing our mothers. xo kim


  2. Pam Kaufman says:

    So sorry to hear about Wynnie. It is always hard losing a member of our family whether they be furry, feathery or human. Know that you gave her a good life. If you had not rescued her she would have lived a much harder, and more likely shorter, life. She was a beautiful kitty.


    1. Ah, thank you, Pam. Your words have brought peace to my heart. xo kim


  3. DA Squires says:

    Dear Kim,
    Thinking of you… the photos tell the story of your home…warm, loving, safe, accepting…every single creature who has entered your life is so blessed. They have all found a safe haven in the storm of life.. a deep well of kindness. I think it is very rare to find this, for people and animals… a place with kindness at its center and wings spread wide offering protection and love. This is Red Dirt Farm. xo


    1. DA – your amazing gift of writing is touching. You always have such thoughtful words for me. I’m lucky you found my blog and share your beautiful heart with me. xo kim


  4. says:

    I’m sorry to hear about Wynnie. Sometimes a lot of years pass under our feet without much notice and during that time our pets get old. We do, too, but I think we are in denial. I counted at least 25 chickens in the yard. How did that happen? I thought you started out with just a few. I love the gift of your day-to-day photos. I’m going through another blogging slump, too. Also haven’t had the time — Hurricane Irma clean-up and all that.


    1. Linda – funny how time does pass like that, nicely said. Oh my 25 chickens, giggle get out the abacus because it is more like 70+! You know all those roosters mean there is a lot of loving going on and many chickens wanting to be moms & making babies and I can’t get rid of any of them because I’m a sucker. Thank you for saying that about the photos.

      I understand the blogging slump, I hope it will only be temporary, I so enjoy your humor, the walks in your garden and the things you teach me. Hope that clean up comes to an end soon. xo kim

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      1. says:

        But Kimmie, what does it COST to feed 70 chickens. I sure hope the egg sales are keeping you in chicken food.


  5. Debra says:

    Oh my….your photos make me laugh and cry at the same time. I would be lost if you quit blogging. Please don’t.


    1. Oh, dear sweet Debra – you make me smile. No worries, I don’t think I’ve considered not blogging, at least not this week… I’m so glad your amazing kindness lives in my world. xo kim


  6. Sarah says:

    Dear Kim, So sorry to hear about Wynnie,I know how hard it is to loose a pet, my heart goes out to you. It sounds as if you gave Wynnie a wonderful life with you for so long. I am amazed how she got on so welll with so many other animals, none of our cats would have been like that. Sarah x


    1. Sarah – I know you have been through the pain of losing pets too. No matter how many times it happens it still makes the heartache. I know we consider ourselves to be especially fortunate, we have a big circle of animals that have come and gone and for the most part there has always been harmony. We have one cat that doesn’t like any other cats, but likes ever-other being here. Animals can be funny, just like people. I couldn’t imagine my life without them. xo kim


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