Well hello, 2020 – are y’all ready for the new roaring ’20s?
We didn’t roar, we quietly ushered in the new decade, Mr. Red Dirt and I. We worked together to create a lovely, not so little dinner for the two of us which consisted of steak, lobster, shrimp, baked potato and salad. The fancy dishware from a friend which is used once a year was brought out and decorated our humble farm table. I guess I should be ashamed to admit I didn’t even polish the silver. We ate by candle and twinkle light and That Cat sat on the table and Boo dog at my feet, supervising it all. So busy was I eating all the fabulous food, not a photo was taken.
Some time ago, we went out with a group of friends to an Indian restaurant in the big city, where we had this delicious drink called a snake charmer, which is fresh lime, muddled fresh ginger, simple syrup, and tequila. I made my version for us, it was delightful also, although a bit different since I had lemon, not lime. In keeping with our usual non-party going selves, we were in bed long before midnight.
I had this dream last night, I was traveling around the world seeing beautiful amazing places. I was quite moved by everything I was experiencing and wanted to take photos, I kept pressing the button but my camera wouldn’t respond.
I had come across his path several times recently, on my way to the farm stand or the vegetable garden.
On this particular occasion, our eyes locked and we each stood our ground. Finally, I asked him what his name is and he replied “Noble.” I had no reason not to believe this was truth. Continue reading
It’s been quite the summer for us here on the farm. How about you?
So many changes, some of them coming at lightning speed, and others like gentle quiet a ha moments.
We stood still – eyes locked, playing the game of who will blink first.
The bear and I.
I was closing up the chicken coops the other night when I looked up and there she was – Mrs. Bear in all her growly big self.
I can tell you, I blinked first. I wanted to run screaming like a school girl. But instead, I calmly called for Boo dog to come and get in the house.
I recalled all the bear education literature I had read when we went to Yellow Stone National Park, some years ago. Don’t run was the first rule. They will outrun you in a heartbeat.
A light drizzle is surrounding me as I wander through the gardens cutting flowers to put in the farmstand. It is sunrise, only the sun isn’t shining. The humidity seems high and the gnats are horrible and the mosquitoes are biting. I’m hot and my body heat is steaming up my glasses so that I can’t see. I couldn’t be happier. Birds are busily going about their morning routines, the chickens are still in the coops, protesting loudly that they want out. A large red-tailed hawk swooped down behind the big hen house and went after a nest of Robins. The tranquil bliss was brought to an end. The hawk has been hanging around here for about a week. Most disturbing to our little piece of paradise.
I heard the cry from Daisy and quickly ran outside to see what was happening. There I found great big foxy-loxy with a grip on my dear sweet Daisy.
A few years ago, our friend Donna, passed away after a battle with cancer.
We’ve all been there.
In that place where you had feelings for someone and they didn’t reciprocate.
Sigh, it’s just part of life.