I bet you’re wondering if I ever finished that fence. Guessing whether I gave up and threw all my tools into the pond with a flurry of curses or if I’m hopelessly trapped in blackberry canes and a roll of barbed wire. Trying to figure out if I got tired of complaining or just finally [...]
Not a bit. Even though my mom gave me a bag of shredded papers for the brooder room that is still sitting on the deck. And there is a gap in the chicken wire on the duckling pasture. And hay needs to be moved from the kidding barn to the goat barn. And someone needs [...]
Some people say the phrase “Blood, sweat, and tears” originated with Winston Churchill. That may be true because it certainly wasn’t stated by a farmer. Any farmer worth her vegetable patch would have defined her tasks as “Blood, curses, sweat, and tears.” Statesmen may have to be politically correct, but out here in the country, [...]
I love the fence.
I hate the fence.
The fence allows the goats to wander around, pooping outside of the barn where I don’t have to clean up. The fence leads the pony and the sheep to the pond to graze so I don’t have to mow the grass on the tractor-tipping slope of the dam. The [...]
I can only guess what other people do on Saturdays.
If you live in a suburb, you probably sit by your kitchen window, sipping coffee, and watching what your neighbors are up to. As in, wonder if Rob-next-door will take out that huge pile of trash in the garage or spend the day washing his car? [...]