Category: Life On A Small Farm

  • Oh, My Aching Kidneys

    Oh, My Aching Kidneys

    Eeegads my back has been killing me the past two days. Or honestly, it’s really not my back that is trying to murder me,  it’s my kidneys. I think I’ve over-polluted my kidneys lately with wonderful Thankskgiving and holiday food…and now I am suffering. This morning is a bit better than yesterday, of that I…

  • Hunting With Dogs Creates Angst Among “Non Native” Locals.

    Yesterday’s peace and tranquility of a sunny and warmer Saturday was broken by deer hunters dropping off truckloads of deer hounds up and down the little country road I live on. The hounds run baying through the woods and chase deer out where any of the hunters, sitting in warm trucks strategically parked up and…

  • Hey God, It’s Me, Are You There?

    For me, the universe, without an overarching, creating energy force, whom most humans refer to as “God” is unfathomable. I believe in God. I believe he has a plan for my life, and its’ a good one. My problem is how the heck do I know when God is telling me to do something…like after…

  • My Dog Smells Good

    “My dog smells good”. This statement is at the top of my list of positive affirmations, blessings, things I like, list for today. In fact, it is the only thing on the list at the moment. …But wait, let me add a few more. My pony’s little whinny is so cute. My house is warm.…

  • My Neighbors Dog

    I’ve always wondered if people who live next door to writers ever walk a little tighter line for fear of being portrayed negatively in some some novel, or magazine article, and lately, maybe even a facebook post. Sometimes I grin mischievously to myself when I think of the “relationship” that landed me out here in…

  • Wednesday Before Thanksgiving

    This morning I am blogging from my cold dinning room in my lucky writing socks,  with my morning prayers already said, the coffee brewed and in my cup, the dogs still sleeping soundly in my bed and everything quiet outside so far. The sun has barely brightened the late-night sky, and even the chickens seem…

  • Small Blessings

    As I sit here in my dining room, surrounded on all sides by stacks of homemade soap that need wrapping, in a an old farmhouse that is much too cold for morning comfort, favoring a thumb and an eye that both got the bad end of my lye pot, I can hear a young buckling…