Digging Out

Digging Out

Mother Nature dropped at least a foot of snow upon us yesterday. Everywhere you look, it’s a Winter Wonderland. Today it was time to dig out. Hannah soon discovered that snow shoes were the easiest mode of transportation. My Birch trees are sagging under the...
The Love of a Good Kitty

The Love of a Good Kitty

This is my latest favorite picture of Hannah. She’s snuggling Purfessor Snape (aka Boo). For Christmas I gave her a framed copy of this for her room. Snape is her best friend and Hannah is his human. He guards her. At night he’s parked on the foot of her...
Christmas Reflection

Christmas Reflection

Christmas 2012. Not a child, not quite grown up, she finds great joy in the day. It’s not about what’s under the Christmas tree for Hannah. It’s about us all being able to share the day together. It’s the planning, the preparation, the making...
Not Your Grandma’s Christmas Cookies

Not Your Grandma’s Christmas Cookies

We finally got around to our Christmas cutout cookies this afternoon. Hannah decided rather than traditional Christmas cutouts, the cookies should be have a Downeast Thunder Farm sort of feel – moose, lobster, bears, and chickens. Quite the menagerie. A moose...
Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

My great, great aunt, Elizabeth Stroble, created this beautiful linoleum block print when she was an art teacher at Central High School in St.Paul, Minnesota. Carved with the help of her students, she sent these to family and friends as her Christmas card. Wishing you...
A Rough Winter Solstice

A Rough Winter Solstice

Written on the 21st with pen and paper – posted online at the library. It’s December 21st, the Winter Solstice, and I sit here writing this post by candle light. The wind outside is roaring like a freight train and rain is pounding on the roof. We lost...
A Beast in a Basket

A Beast in a Basket

Our little kitty, Cinder, adopted my grandmother’s laundry basket – circa 1930. These days she has competition for the basket. Ginger – aka “Beast.” Silly dog.
Loved Ones Ever-present at the Holidays

Loved Ones Ever-present at the Holidays

I spent much of the weekend cleaning and pulling out Christmas decorations. This wooden Santa face Mom gave me is perfect for one of our porch posts. I made a garland to frame my grandmother’s mirror using White Pine brush that Hannah gathered for me. An old...
Our Free Range, Organic Christmas Tree

Our Free Range, Organic Christmas Tree

For the past few years, we’ve been cutting a tree from the farm for our Christmas tree. These fir trees have not been groomed for the purpose, so they’re “au natural” or as Paul calls them – free range, organic Christmas trees. Started...
She’s Growing Up

She’s Growing Up

A basketball game day, all of the players have to dress up (i.e., no jeans and jogging shoes). As I watched Hannah get ready, it struck me like a bolt of lightning that my little girl is growing up. From the borrowed scarf to dress up? a t-shirt to the tiny brush of...
Head Count

Head Count

Each night when we put The Girls in their run we do a head count. There should be 14 chickens: Gilfy and Miri (Miri is always the straggler and has to be coaxed in), The Colonel, six Rocks, five Buffs. I was on chicken duty last night and counted them – twice....
Giving All Year Long

Giving All Year Long

Last year when our chickens started laying, we quickly realized that a dozen hens lay enough eggs in one day to last us almost a week. We started selling extra eggs to friends and neighbors who appreciated farm fresh eggs. One week, overrun with eggs, Paul called the...
The Craziest Season of the Year

The Craziest Season of the Year

It’s junior high basketball season. That means between two jobs, and now with basketball pick ups, drop offs, and scheduling in games, I have entered the craziest season of the year. No, it’s not the holiday season – it’s basketball season. I...
Fences and Feathered Friends

Fences and Feathered Friends

A bitterly cold day found Paul and I outside running fence around the duck pond. Now that the pond is solidly frozen, the ducks don’t have much protection from predators. We tuck them away into their house at night, but they’re used to having the run of...