tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60443615451390261102024-03-15T18:10:09.033-07:00My Field of DreamsA Journal of our life in town in 2023Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.comBlogger1933125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-76739851232405544212024-01-13T08:08:00.000-08:002024-01-13T08:08:22.224-08:00Introducing Polly<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicF6ZB3RaoNQ7W4-mwlU23iuLKTUrAPXTH7hDgq-4HVSXGPLMyhisSW-tTCdyzCzd8HOBq5-4VYnIFJYRKOM1G41MnfkeX966RegvN0EubJxZizEkKbuNtKvSIoUHIcrTvy1TGytju2rvOUczuEQD41ChkEwJjr3QvlrnCbQ7g3eMaaJ2hxezQXuQ77rA/s4032/IMG_5512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicF6ZB3RaoNQ7W4-mwlU23iuLKTUrAPXTH7hDgq-4HVSXGPLMyhisSW-tTCdyzCzd8HOBq5-4VYnIFJYRKOM1G41MnfkeX966RegvN0EubJxZizEkKbuNtKvSIoUHIcrTvy1TGytju2rvOUczuEQD41ChkEwJjr3QvlrnCbQ7g3eMaaJ2hxezQXuQ77rA/w300-h400/IMG_5512.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /> I started my January off by getting a puppy. It has taken me a week to get to the computer. She just doesn't like my office. I have her in here right now. So this has to be a fast post.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0RXMmMmr2cp88iEQaybSKoFOWsFdga1fKiWSkBoaFOF-kysrGSk_GSpu0bQsab89tvUwQ9uFfJtgMDg6g1RppJ35RbN-Mi7fm8ls6shoREKNKOb0t2WPAxAW0TrVtsTBK8R0VHhdSOmhsca1klf48zcvZNJkx9yLP7OS38mrIsETwFIsVRaoxeZlhlgw/s4032/IMG_6435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0RXMmMmr2cp88iEQaybSKoFOWsFdga1fKiWSkBoaFOF-kysrGSk_GSpu0bQsab89tvUwQ9uFfJtgMDg6g1RppJ35RbN-Mi7fm8ls6shoREKNKOb0t2WPAxAW0TrVtsTBK8R0VHhdSOmhsca1klf48zcvZNJkx9yLP7OS38mrIsETwFIsVRaoxeZlhlgw/w300-h400/IMG_6435.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>As I was looking through my pictures, this morning. This is the dog I wanted. Every time I saw a black and white puppy, on Instagram or on Facebook that was what kind of dog I took pictures of, how weird is that? Its just taken two years to find one. After Sasha left my life, I really couldn't even begin to want a dog. Then slowly I just started realizing I can't live without a dog. My whole life I have had a dog. There was a hole in me a mile wide. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0j0_MQsRXIPRw6sVmFnoRsdJXQZuwnZexRrdJ2dobl3oyFrhptSrwPUsqq7CSlCfnU1tSuq3YzOukxsqSAaHTUtA2cP0yCWEZszwebw1clC1btQj1S3kBhuHw_0EGPzCbznHyZRXprX3kaYKPaGarLWhzjXXRHvQUkTf4tEawXMnASDkwykWt05KvFpE/s4032/IMG_6432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0j0_MQsRXIPRw6sVmFnoRsdJXQZuwnZexRrdJ2dobl3oyFrhptSrwPUsqq7CSlCfnU1tSuq3YzOukxsqSAaHTUtA2cP0yCWEZszwebw1clC1btQj1S3kBhuHw_0EGPzCbznHyZRXprX3kaYKPaGarLWhzjXXRHvQUkTf4tEawXMnASDkwykWt05KvFpE/w300-h400/IMG_6432.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>She was born in October. The lady who had the puppies, put them on FaceBook and I followed along. That was it. I kept looking for a dog in the SPCA and places like that, but all that seems to be out there are German Shepherds and Pit Bulls. I didn't want a big dog. Then I got sick and November came. She was still posting pictures. I told myself maybe if that dog is there after Christmas I will go look. Christmas came and went then New Years. I decided she must be sold now, maybe next year. She published pictures last Friday. She was still there. The lady had halved her price because now she was 11 weeks old. Ron called and we drove out to see her on Saturday Morning. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJEzRXBWFf3FlZOMSqWlCeNK5TTwS9OwnxX_pJT6_T7hsFPdCiNUFfLCTkM-TozGh-lU_OkEwobY_yusyHwPF6aNO84vAaug9DG0e1Eq0vtlDlXSOK3idBwR1UhyUE6sB7OIKPbgLzNB7WvL8O9sTYc2l3dQE1VXKLQMzTksxZL8ZBP3dYk4QhBpSBq_E/s4032/MWKB6825.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJEzRXBWFf3FlZOMSqWlCeNK5TTwS9OwnxX_pJT6_T7hsFPdCiNUFfLCTkM-TozGh-lU_OkEwobY_yusyHwPF6aNO84vAaug9DG0e1Eq0vtlDlXSOK3idBwR1UhyUE6sB7OIKPbgLzNB7WvL8O9sTYc2l3dQE1VXKLQMzTksxZL8ZBP3dYk4QhBpSBq_E/w300-h400/MWKB6825.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>So I have been in puppy mode for a week. She is learning about us and we are learning about her and since I have never crate trained a dog, that was new. She has done wonderfully. We are working on the house training and leash training. She is doing pretty good. Max seems happier having another animal around. I was really a lazy bum. Getting up and going out in the cold is good for me. Plus just being lots more active. I have not picked up a hook nor even thought of a project because being a puppy, she really doesn't sit still very long. That is why all of the pictures I have are when she briefly sits at my feet. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2YJSDwSLE7pIf6OHpto5mFIluNz7bXRTwsXZxp_4G6nMwCqMEdNyq8HdF3_9YMDBWsuqwLrShxVhvSD57YGvxlNomEicvKgZwlcxXKnfjifTOY-BnKuJ0dEdqMSzgIXBD0-6_LoCPt4WIaiS2KkQJST_KKFGIoKeUK05aQ2jDKM7qLWSvfOVrJ73RX10/s4032/IMG_6034%20-%20Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2YJSDwSLE7pIf6OHpto5mFIluNz7bXRTwsXZxp_4G6nMwCqMEdNyq8HdF3_9YMDBWsuqwLrShxVhvSD57YGvxlNomEicvKgZwlcxXKnfjifTOY-BnKuJ0dEdqMSzgIXBD0-6_LoCPt4WIaiS2KkQJST_KKFGIoKeUK05aQ2jDKM7qLWSvfOVrJ73RX10/w300-h400/IMG_6034%20-%20Copy.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>Going through my pictures to find Polly puppy pictures. (say that 3 times fast.) I found this one I took last summer of Miss Buggy. Now that they have finally announced it to the public, I am going to be a grand mother again. The new baby will make 14. That was what I kind of alluded to in my last post. I was so excited but I couldn't say anything yet. It will make 6 children for Ben and Megan, and Kessie and her husband have 7 children. Then William has a son. Only one lives in here in town. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggq-tUarNsuiGHPy5W9eBl5PGa703F2v16Z1hhsjfZgpCWUp9bULcal7zpZx59wmHRgqUr0yYMarcQG1zWfge3akFus8k7BxU2_Ika3Kq5NcYUnLMVTt81g0QaAtFIfn52M77agJEzDjCw0GWq9qUjtF56rE63RMaxdnIiiua15pCyNYPp-TWqkGHk8n4/s4032/IMG_6062%20-%20Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggq-tUarNsuiGHPy5W9eBl5PGa703F2v16Z1hhsjfZgpCWUp9bULcal7zpZx59wmHRgqUr0yYMarcQG1zWfge3akFus8k7BxU2_Ika3Kq5NcYUnLMVTt81g0QaAtFIfn52M77agJEzDjCw0GWq9qUjtF56rE63RMaxdnIiiua15pCyNYPp-TWqkGHk8n4/w300-h400/IMG_6062%20-%20Copy.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>So thank you so much for stopping by, this was a fast post. Hopefully I will be able to get some better photos. </p><p>Its time to take her outside again. </p><p>Kim<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-32464898830850308902024-01-01T10:12:00.000-08:002024-01-01T10:12:03.037-08:00Happy 2024<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyx5WHRzJny44zcsmhzx88_7UskxhdFqx7UnhO-GDaMobTYC6CwpIDkgtikNasJwLLzOqVeXlBl8ceTmz4pYWHzX_ueD2aB__oZsoXVPjKajbLDNxiMl7IM-T76Aj3w1i81yJum34Zs2VlhD-KirPxdTG7UPi5iMmjGn06bl42Ltvu8AQYWCG2KurOiCM/s4032/SDLS5363%20(1).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyx5WHRzJny44zcsmhzx88_7UskxhdFqx7UnhO-GDaMobTYC6CwpIDkgtikNasJwLLzOqVeXlBl8ceTmz4pYWHzX_ueD2aB__oZsoXVPjKajbLDNxiMl7IM-T76Aj3w1i81yJum34Zs2VlhD-KirPxdTG7UPi5iMmjGn06bl42Ltvu8AQYWCG2KurOiCM/w300-h400/SDLS5363%20(1).JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /> Happy New Year! Since I missed so much of 2023, I decided to start fresh. I hope this finds you on this first day in January in a wonderful place. <p></p><p>I have sat down to write posts. Lots of posts. Which I then delete. Sometimes they sound to snarky, or to whiny. Today, I will just write. Because I do miss blogging. </p><p>What is my takeaway from 2023? Was it a crazier year that the three years that preceded it? No, I don't think so I think anymore life is just full of surprises at every turn. </p><p>I was thinking what were my favorite things of 2023? Getting a travel trailer was a favorite and using it and staying at our out of town kids houses. Getting to visit with our grand children for longer periods of time. One of my other favorite things was going to Arkansas and staying at the Ron Coleman mine and digging for quartz. Even though, I got dirtier than I have ever been in my life, it was fun and I look forward to doing it again. </p><p>Life threw some curve balls. Lots of curve balls. Things I didn't even begin to understand. But as John Bunyan said, from Pilgrims Progress, " I am on the bottom, and the ground is still firm. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz5THJ2ovxWz7Gkef5qeJXdEhuUY_Usl5qdne22zBZxASdtHRzqaQn0Naz6YDWmIGiUploO1J8E3k02BRLXgd_rrBoAU9JtQxZWqHKZ_S4Yv0vt5SR3yvl8GyNanOUuFV7u3RaiwKC_wNa45b_MX3jcURhbV5bOIAD9c3y2UrV3lEwkrU66MCsGYJhM-w/s4032/IMG_6235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz5THJ2ovxWz7Gkef5qeJXdEhuUY_Usl5qdne22zBZxASdtHRzqaQn0Naz6YDWmIGiUploO1J8E3k02BRLXgd_rrBoAU9JtQxZWqHKZ_S4Yv0vt5SR3yvl8GyNanOUuFV7u3RaiwKC_wNa45b_MX3jcURhbV5bOIAD9c3y2UrV3lEwkrU66MCsGYJhM-w/w300-h400/IMG_6235.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>Today I was looking at my Kindle and I found that in 2023 on the Kindle I had read 131 books. That doesn't count the other stacks of books I read that were real books. I am pretty proud of that. I listened to 20 C.J. Box books. My favorite book character right now is Joe Pickett. I call them Men romance novels. Big guns, hunting, fishing and lots of action. I wish it didn't have so many curse words in it, but being a girl and all. One of my favorite pictures was this one.<p></p><p><br /> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAirXtxwIMcFUeObzeTdd9PR19udAAzj0b_zvu4Y2xItR3MLcfpGuoRiOcUstRs8Eyl7oTxLACSHP72iZ4s-QJ8Y3W-yFlWBkPQKHLGzYUljm58LUX1I4Xq7sg_eZMY5cyKIQVyxNhzWNfTd4brIgu86nz0tD1hUXMWs5rZlszEpaj5Y53b0otNSEvwAE/s2208/IMG_6181.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2208" data-original-width="1242" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAirXtxwIMcFUeObzeTdd9PR19udAAzj0b_zvu4Y2xItR3MLcfpGuoRiOcUstRs8Eyl7oTxLACSHP72iZ4s-QJ8Y3W-yFlWBkPQKHLGzYUljm58LUX1I4Xq7sg_eZMY5cyKIQVyxNhzWNfTd4brIgu86nz0tD1hUXMWs5rZlszEpaj5Y53b0otNSEvwAE/w225-h400/IMG_6181.PNG" width="225" /></a></div><p>So when this showed up on my Facebook. I just had to snap it. Nate in the book has a 454 Casul. So when C.J. Box got one from Freedom Arms, I was so excited to finally see one. Tell me, isn't that an awesome handgun? It even has his name on it. I sew or hook listening to these books. Go figure. I don't fly fish, I don't hunt, and I don't live in Wyoming. I never even killed a chicken to eat. The last time I fished, I was cleaning the fish and she was full of eggs, and it made me so sick, I never fished again. So no clue why I am such a big fan. Speaking of hooking.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPTUfXIx1UWgAxM1Y5Bq2vQiZnx3onuD9qLwfaLbSZDq7k7AaIVlbuZ12ie0f9ffJ1Liw5WAkGQISYE019Inj6KF2DOz0IlGWp5KjxKTnpA7iGurbQM4D9DZgnqpPuIyo-Rs2byRuEc5MAYZ3Ed6MRYeaxg5vQkRJFsXxihdkNELLf6e71wFKO9EUtKTY/s4032/IMG_6407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPTUfXIx1UWgAxM1Y5Bq2vQiZnx3onuD9qLwfaLbSZDq7k7AaIVlbuZ12ie0f9ffJ1Liw5WAkGQISYE019Inj6KF2DOz0IlGWp5KjxKTnpA7iGurbQM4D9DZgnqpPuIyo-Rs2byRuEc5MAYZ3Ed6MRYeaxg5vQkRJFsXxihdkNELLf6e71wFKO9EUtKTY/w300-h400/IMG_6407.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrIOHG6opbxJqXa-uhdLnUnPrJ5pzB86MaEQpB4Pkq9MChfk5bPLh4Cf7raTodP9JyyeXcCt_X50MzZVIEckCsYz5bkHNIHQLQOsrXykyuXu5ERySdQMGHBdfWz6N2xRfk3kif0UvJZTDiORmuO7qMBFVjpWc71sQn7kVwbqXyb1Nh3jo_ovSChtZnS14/s4032/IMG_6408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrIOHG6opbxJqXa-uhdLnUnPrJ5pzB86MaEQpB4Pkq9MChfk5bPLh4Cf7raTodP9JyyeXcCt_X50MzZVIEckCsYz5bkHNIHQLQOsrXykyuXu5ERySdQMGHBdfWz6N2xRfk3kif0UvJZTDiORmuO7qMBFVjpWc71sQn7kVwbqXyb1Nh3jo_ovSChtZnS14/w300-h400/IMG_6408.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>My two latest projects. <a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/1331461643/christmas-cabin-village-tile-series?click_key=c8c91d42b373bc6245d627d34502aa3b58740fc0%3A1331461643&click_sum=f7ec3254&ref=shop_home_recs_6&crt=1">The winter house is called Christmas Cabin by Therese Shick. Wool'n Gardener.</a></p><p>The one above it is called, <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/CrowCreekFarm?ref=shop-header-name&listing_id=1464396187&from_page=listing">Friends, by Crow Creek Farms</a>. I bought both off of Etsy. </p><p>Today, on Lauren's post, she said, a hookers resolution is not to buy wool. I had to laugh because last year, I bought patterns. Lots of patterns. I suppose so I could listen to Joe Pickett. So no new patterns until February. Speaking of Lauren. She sent me the most wonderful bag. Every time I get my hook out of it I think of her. She sent it about the time I got sick. So I never said, to her Thank you so much for it.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSVuFnLh8RKiowL_uNQ49rUYF0CIcYyd3FidA5P9h5uAROY7Y1Cq2wzTjdc0p1Qc0DV50nETPd6kmMEIFe5EVnalqO655R1uhj3VtLzDjFMgCl4rU1dZdjNe3OsmY27OjfqVZ2G_64s4zUFTpBnCp-wC7K7iaDhhiNOUMcnOhqgH-4KCjJ2lmbwcrf7o/s4032/IMG_6249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUSVuFnLh8RKiowL_uNQ49rUYF0CIcYyd3FidA5P9h5uAROY7Y1Cq2wzTjdc0p1Qc0DV50nETPd6kmMEIFe5EVnalqO655R1uhj3VtLzDjFMgCl4rU1dZdjNe3OsmY27OjfqVZ2G_64s4zUFTpBnCp-wC7K7iaDhhiNOUMcnOhqgH-4KCjJ2lmbwcrf7o/w300-h400/IMG_6249.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh125kIHv-hHSZfFe-iATXT8m2kwL3fh9O7nI5Ng2eoDx-rKERUMSAvaGxaWiE7SJo-a37EtHe_DJd2cXWVFPv65pfi1OjBWCwzXYs3B9nGbimmyUSN_FqTfAgdJtOpxaqLmsAm4WSjpc-uxn4-vAbqPANjFBhWHKummidsunD3QmEzQYYAos2tceinrg0/s4032/IMG_6250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh125kIHv-hHSZfFe-iATXT8m2kwL3fh9O7nI5Ng2eoDx-rKERUMSAvaGxaWiE7SJo-a37EtHe_DJd2cXWVFPv65pfi1OjBWCwzXYs3B9nGbimmyUSN_FqTfAgdJtOpxaqLmsAm4WSjpc-uxn4-vAbqPANjFBhWHKummidsunD3QmEzQYYAos2tceinrg0/w300-h400/IMG_6250.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>Lauren is so faithful and she continues to always bless my life. <a href="https://rugsandpugs.blogspot.com/">Her wonderful blog is, Rugs and Pugs.</a></p><p>Yeah, so I won't go into being sick but I got sick on October 6th and didn't get well until Thanksgiving. So I lost a few months in there. I think now, our entire family was sick from August, until December. </p><p>Well, just a bit of things. I will have further updates hopefully not months apart. Ron is going to school right now. So it feels like we are always doing something now. </p><p>I wish you all a wonderful New Year, 2024. Who knows what the future holds. </p><p>~Kim~</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTw3jDntmmWDQus_NzG5Io1DA1GeJvTiytoXpPpkXjJmqnWcvX2J5cs05Wltz-6F6VyR7SVl3pSyFG_nabyFeXU9Nme6X10dFU3rLyYh_4a7Qi-XEMbkuz_aSzABz_w2wjO0x2C6q2bAmVLVi9wDiZYBA22VkVoGTF2cRiRE-HfRriL9rqCtocSxMf3bc/s4032/IMG_6062%20-%20Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTw3jDntmmWDQus_NzG5Io1DA1GeJvTiytoXpPpkXjJmqnWcvX2J5cs05Wltz-6F6VyR7SVl3pSyFG_nabyFeXU9Nme6X10dFU3rLyYh_4a7Qi-XEMbkuz_aSzABz_w2wjO0x2C6q2bAmVLVi9wDiZYBA22VkVoGTF2cRiRE-HfRriL9rqCtocSxMf3bc/w300-h400/IMG_6062%20-%20Copy.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br />" Lord, give toe me a quiet heart<p></p><p>That does not ask to understand,</p><p>But confident steps forward in</p><p>The darkness guided by Thy hand."</p><p>---Elisabeth Elliot---Keep a Quiet Heart.</p><p>" Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;</p><p>in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight."</p><p>Proverbs 3:5-6<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-30112359202911355082023-11-23T08:28:00.000-08:002023-11-23T08:28:48.656-08:00Happy Thanksgiving<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWkrMn1h93N2xL7B6niP_mVdhfcenyljQaMs8QcAbeE0CGi8Y8qMQQlyovgs1ybdopZ8guW7g3_9hEqcjasYglgWklPDWT8SZWKatvaygJJPVw6phV10LJp5txdqz0FKJ5Ru04hLLvmYFq42Zv_57JWtvUCr2GzN9LtyGBd6fLc26ELWnokJOKI21Jg0s/s2048/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1698" data-original-width="2048" height="331" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWkrMn1h93N2xL7B6niP_mVdhfcenyljQaMs8QcAbeE0CGi8Y8qMQQlyovgs1ybdopZ8guW7g3_9hEqcjasYglgWklPDWT8SZWKatvaygJJPVw6phV10LJp5txdqz0FKJ5Ru04hLLvmYFq42Zv_57JWtvUCr2GzN9LtyGBd6fLc26ELWnokJOKI21Jg0s/w400-h331/008.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> I just wanted to wish you all a very happy Thanksgiving. It will be a lovely day for us. Our sons and wives and significant others will be having dinner here today. The weather is lovely, and fall is for here in a blaze of glory. <p></p><p>I baked pies and made cranberry sauce yesterday and today I will make the rolls, potatoes and smoke the turkey, well not me of course, Ron will. I am just the helpful hint person. </p><p>I have lots to write about, but not the time. Ron is getting ready to remove the spine from the turkey so we can have a <a href="https://saltpepperskillet.com/recipes/spatchcock-smoked-turkey/">Spatchcock Turkey</a>. I didn't know what it was until yesterday, so we are having that. I left a link for a recipe if you were like me and didn't know what it was. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTUTOUwSIrZg9TCQd2IgcYho8AoIVGNGFHRz2EKIxbqT2gyUnasg9FnUG37K39TbDNA8uYx85fHva7b8zi9uBlTGZQjh-GioINQU-iBI8HhCoU5P8Cn_XFekf4VZCPRTLvu3Xx1DvFQ4SGCW3CqeW-_zaN4zQayvXhL_5_AgkhEM6Ca5-oh6TJ1RhXbjw/s4032/IMG_5918%20-%20Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTUTOUwSIrZg9TCQd2IgcYho8AoIVGNGFHRz2EKIxbqT2gyUnasg9FnUG37K39TbDNA8uYx85fHva7b8zi9uBlTGZQjh-GioINQU-iBI8HhCoU5P8Cn_XFekf4VZCPRTLvu3Xx1DvFQ4SGCW3CqeW-_zaN4zQayvXhL_5_AgkhEM6Ca5-oh6TJ1RhXbjw/w300-h400/IMG_5918%20-%20Copy.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>I will be back soon. I wish you all the best day ever. I am so thankful for all of your friendships through the years, you have all been such a blessing to me. Happy Thanksgiving.<br /></p><p>Kim<br /></p><p><br /></p>Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-7868587097145621292023-08-28T08:01:00.000-07:002023-08-28T08:01:03.238-07:00The last week of August<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Pvmh7wVxa9Ez7i8Dz09_XHopJCV3mAjU7BuMhFw39sn8VDH2BU7M4ziSTYZxDQfQNfv-KaUmfHmdKc2cm3AfesUoRSTHpTSwckQ5Ih9Zaa0QMZRh1q9Nd5jPk7K3AR3ZtEUhIuYrZ2Rdl4kuxVIXnpCobnDNZZDMyXIVKXpqFRJwoA2Nb7sl8cJelys/s2592/april%20photos%20069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1944" data-original-width="2592" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Pvmh7wVxa9Ez7i8Dz09_XHopJCV3mAjU7BuMhFw39sn8VDH2BU7M4ziSTYZxDQfQNfv-KaUmfHmdKc2cm3AfesUoRSTHpTSwckQ5Ih9Zaa0QMZRh1q9Nd5jPk7K3AR3ZtEUhIuYrZ2Rdl4kuxVIXnpCobnDNZZDMyXIVKXpqFRJwoA2Nb7sl8cJelys/w400-h300/april%20photos%20069.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> Here we are at the last week of August. I am so glad. August has been hot and then we had that hurricane. Oh and the earthquake. <br /><p></p><p> It was just a nice rain storm. The ground was so dry, even the next morning, there was hardly any puddles. Really, last winter we had lots more scary storms than this "hurricane." But it was nice to break records. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9XGTK9jVrnWuH0Uss_FlhmCOXno9hY-yELh5N7TLywAF-W2baSht0Gt7Vdpoq89ITT26KpieY7CcvrcD8MSmKXkbmtgIL9uLrFneluvxnCyoXedUC2kXyVCv8z7te122cj51TA2IQSYpJmSW2FQDAZLPRYe4q9U9ihN27BPc9IpV7VAcgeGYoVXXQvgM/s3264/IMG_7075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9XGTK9jVrnWuH0Uss_FlhmCOXno9hY-yELh5N7TLywAF-W2baSht0Gt7Vdpoq89ITT26KpieY7CcvrcD8MSmKXkbmtgIL9uLrFneluvxnCyoXedUC2kXyVCv8z7te122cj51TA2IQSYpJmSW2FQDAZLPRYe4q9U9ihN27BPc9IpV7VAcgeGYoVXXQvgM/w300-h400/IMG_7075.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>Our grand daughter finally got her pillow from her Grandma. I miss them all so much. I have three to make for the other grand children. Some how I missed my daughter's youngest three kids. There are birthdays at her house in November so I need to get on it. I started out when I was getting grand children with quilts. I stopped around six I think. Rugs go faster than quilts. Plus I am just not a good quilter. <p></p><p><br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLEHIITVDvzC1m-D9hMdoCPEGaY6Be5Ho3Hj8YIo39pu_GpKNufp20_AeQ2XDz8kee91vaeNg2B2-N6lD6JZ6SHhrf8M9DGl8qgSEmo-x5x5TobJvCyyJJuNTcwtM9BducoHtGMOt-Nmv3C9lQ09pDIa31ASxfXodeCFhkyKqAA5Y6I5gu-yxsc1F8ivc/s4032/IMG_6190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLEHIITVDvzC1m-D9hMdoCPEGaY6Be5Ho3Hj8YIo39pu_GpKNufp20_AeQ2XDz8kee91vaeNg2B2-N6lD6JZ6SHhrf8M9DGl8qgSEmo-x5x5TobJvCyyJJuNTcwtM9BducoHtGMOt-Nmv3C9lQ09pDIa31ASxfXodeCFhkyKqAA5Y6I5gu-yxsc1F8ivc/w300-h400/IMG_6190.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>My pantry is filling up with all of the things I have been canning. You know I don't know if I will ever not be jumpy using the pressure cooker. I wish I could just relax when I do it but its an all day job and after its done and put away I am just exhausted. I know no one that ever had a pressure cooker blow up, but that is always my fear. I have been canning food since I was a kid with my grandma and my Mom and I am still jumpy. I think though, this next weekend, I am pulling out my garden and getting it ready for a winter one. We will see though, once I get that mess that my tomatoes vines have become, I am tired of gardens. </p><p>I also finally finished my stitch book. I have had these embroidery pieces I did for a challenge I did on Face Book eons ago and I just never knew how to put them together. So I sort of cobbled it together.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikhgk9BWBsBgSu-syTjmeE5kllFlE1rcV3Ihr42ND5c1OHM4ILqO1eBYL6xPWjxTgWdGuioY-0wttk7zaXVGppj2Pi9RBfV4bV-a1PsOOaU9MiRp-d0yUWMXsKDL84M0moFQQkqeVOLAUpqJilDaaIuaksZxbSoSX_Usk45koyYZAOh3az8PDtGXSWaXU/s4032/IMG_6188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikhgk9BWBsBgSu-syTjmeE5kllFlE1rcV3Ihr42ND5c1OHM4ILqO1eBYL6xPWjxTgWdGuioY-0wttk7zaXVGppj2Pi9RBfV4bV-a1PsOOaU9MiRp-d0yUWMXsKDL84M0moFQQkqeVOLAUpqJilDaaIuaksZxbSoSX_Usk45koyYZAOh3az8PDtGXSWaXU/s320/IMG_6188.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1dw72Yhda0WNNL7dzMJ1yyvty421YcqQtWV3qH3yGo2OxZlC9Zd8C3ncvRLoAmg8NMuzu-MUna5nJSTQlcfMWWSMfYJkcObI5_0p1TdrNA0ty2VtT0fsgldFgjlgfNAK_AFFuFaYo6kLRuEWjS6doJtbXcJoa57MpPc5r2rShaQ8lzacjXRniDif7CSc/s4032/IMG_6189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1dw72Yhda0WNNL7dzMJ1yyvty421YcqQtWV3qH3yGo2OxZlC9Zd8C3ncvRLoAmg8NMuzu-MUna5nJSTQlcfMWWSMfYJkcObI5_0p1TdrNA0ty2VtT0fsgldFgjlgfNAK_AFFuFaYo6kLRuEWjS6doJtbXcJoa57MpPc5r2rShaQ8lzacjXRniDif7CSc/s320/IMG_6189.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>I learned how to do all of these neat stitches, but without watching a You Tube video again, I couldn't do it. But they are finally in a book and I can now put it away. <p></p><p>Now my rug I have been working on. Its such a fun rug. </p><p><br /> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOBcrXLXB_LcN9EICLs41qZWeBHLrV9CO21eKh9YxU5x5ODVcEnKhp7bxgNWbaDZ7zTDwWUJQdTEYRFsyHyKdYEKP28UAdba9Yd1H6NtsObs6Ugs9NlY0MBzqXJbXpbWA2PyI4IT2n8crQC6HOtmSX_wADhLF62f3fJafLBAua3bgm57N9cnnh1ePIK0/s4032/IMG_6187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOBcrXLXB_LcN9EICLs41qZWeBHLrV9CO21eKh9YxU5x5ODVcEnKhp7bxgNWbaDZ7zTDwWUJQdTEYRFsyHyKdYEKP28UAdba9Yd1H6NtsObs6Ugs9NlY0MBzqXJbXpbWA2PyI4IT2n8crQC6HOtmSX_wADhLF62f3fJafLBAua3bgm57N9cnnh1ePIK0/w300-h400/IMG_6187.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>Its from Crow Creek Farm. I really do love all of her cute patterns. So that's what has been going on and keeping me from the computer. Microsoft keeps loading upgrades, and I am almost at the point of as my husband calls it, "Planned Obsolescence." Where because the computer is getting older and the software is taking more and more room, you have to end up buying a new computer. Its giving me fits so I find other things to do instead of dealing with it. </p><p>I hope you all have a lovely week. Thank you for stopping by it really is a joy to me to read your comments. </p><p>~Kim~</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrtnETXiDkEu6VU6diO55dpVqhs_Vl7LiK0pEo6xkquMQCBvryVHzLrTuwsD563TQiPjS_cpvyR9ltUUXjQRBqSaNjA4xnnVeBc9Su1XBDu3kj3fzQx3_NBWQsA2HR-mcidC2O5PN_wYylKlFXgOVMhB_vici4Ta_wlF3Z41GBKAuE4R_3v-inSqOvGRs/s4032/IMG_6183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrtnETXiDkEu6VU6diO55dpVqhs_Vl7LiK0pEo6xkquMQCBvryVHzLrTuwsD563TQiPjS_cpvyR9ltUUXjQRBqSaNjA4xnnVeBc9Su1XBDu3kj3fzQx3_NBWQsA2HR-mcidC2O5PN_wYylKlFXgOVMhB_vici4Ta_wlF3Z41GBKAuE4R_3v-inSqOvGRs/w300-h400/IMG_6183.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>“And all at once, summer collapsed into fall.” – Oscar Wilde<br /></p>Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-57115475179483227632023-08-05T10:09:00.001-07:002023-08-05T10:46:08.255-07:00Now August<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigNlog_LsroiCTHDx7YMt_-PQZHuI4hu-uJxM4Qc8AqyRIi5wLKSk7wpjNpaHdNTwGccp0XCZJbTyM5ZCEU4ShamZaxreVuRwrSxnj9BGriCgH5I7VLkU_tkZANeGQRWq1yf_wqaQcId-qWEJQpPedSeoBL2wwCot4dAMmz7V8WMZ8FzCrvFVGFecc6NM/s2592/023.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1944" data-original-width="2592" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigNlog_LsroiCTHDx7YMt_-PQZHuI4hu-uJxM4Qc8AqyRIi5wLKSk7wpjNpaHdNTwGccp0XCZJbTyM5ZCEU4ShamZaxreVuRwrSxnj9BGriCgH5I7VLkU_tkZANeGQRWq1yf_wqaQcId-qWEJQpPedSeoBL2wwCot4dAMmz7V8WMZ8FzCrvFVGFecc6NM/w400-h300/023.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> Here we are at August. I sometimes feel that August is the month, that I really try to ignore. I don't even ignore January the way I try to ignore August. In January or February there are seed catalogs, good books, and fires in the fireplace and warm cozy jackets to enjoy. There is the promise of spring. But, poor August, is right in front of September, who brings with it a promise break in 100+ degree weather. The garden is tired. August is just 31 days of days, not even a single holiday.<br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIAIKf5hLHdhXM7AUDrjirpDOI80zH0EV5DZxfqOwR81qly4bG8Ikqhli1BDwX8p2KTpENG4AsnfhJWu0SCqgnRhIc-Sq2g4yOv0r40oll6EG9K5Bs9x95hCvPuBSBXwt9xQu0mu0kT-4H6SCEauJfqJyugrwtRAamI7LTfQ9T9gXL_wg5-Wn_14L_1OI/s2592/017.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1944" data-original-width="2592" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIAIKf5hLHdhXM7AUDrjirpDOI80zH0EV5DZxfqOwR81qly4bG8Ikqhli1BDwX8p2KTpENG4AsnfhJWu0SCqgnRhIc-Sq2g4yOv0r40oll6EG9K5Bs9x95hCvPuBSBXwt9xQu0mu0kT-4H6SCEauJfqJyugrwtRAamI7LTfQ9T9gXL_wg5-Wn_14L_1OI/w400-h300/017.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p>This morning, I went outside, secretly hoping for the smell of fall, but it was still the smell of August. The sky was still dark, but I could see that it was still going to be the sunrise of again a summer day. In September the sunrise is golden and nothing feels as good as days when I can open the windows and leave off the air conditioner. The sounds of children laughing as they come home from school or riding bikes and birds and the sound of lawn mowers. So I will try to enjoy each day, instead of racing in my mind to fall. </p><p>We, Ron and I got to take a drive to Shafter, Ca. Emilie our daughter manages the garden out there for Grow Academy Shafter. It used to be a private school but now is public. I wish all schools were like this one. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCkGdwZT3C1IOmGG8a80OQer2Hz1YnaeKtHdE7589teKkiK2PtKjMMK5zjhG1ULuU2gA8E_MnimyAsseQDGoau5eSR7IsQGmPZ42qaL02ltoHVppEy-CuNXnha7mfKiWBYcbhgBc8CgOCtyHiGSx5ftdKu4HNh7vTZX7WK2yFzSOAjC0TaTD3bI_4EtC4/s4032/IMG_6172.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCkGdwZT3C1IOmGG8a80OQer2Hz1YnaeKtHdE7589teKkiK2PtKjMMK5zjhG1ULuU2gA8E_MnimyAsseQDGoau5eSR7IsQGmPZ42qaL02ltoHVppEy-CuNXnha7mfKiWBYcbhgBc8CgOCtyHiGSx5ftdKu4HNh7vTZX7WK2yFzSOAjC0TaTD3bI_4EtC4/w300-h400/IMG_6172.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1hEmkLwCtUjqSY8KhLVP7e70muutB8m3TRygcUixgCXQkvb3tNJdr9hAhOII3CcjJeRj6yICgxPrg0WSUs4S1Xjt35gNOc_a7_m1hJT6Ih5uRp2GAz7ykezBd8CZWlgkKzFw_D4QViACIu3ozFlgvTNMkEZhR9K8bk2rsVj0OO3584Bk2uboW2lW5wCU/s4032/IMG_6173.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1hEmkLwCtUjqSY8KhLVP7e70muutB8m3TRygcUixgCXQkvb3tNJdr9hAhOII3CcjJeRj6yICgxPrg0WSUs4S1Xjt35gNOc_a7_m1hJT6Ih5uRp2GAz7ykezBd8CZWlgkKzFw_D4QViACIu3ozFlgvTNMkEZhR9K8bk2rsVj0OO3584Bk2uboW2lW5wCU/w300-h400/IMG_6173.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>The school is built around the garden. When the kids walk out of the class rooms, there is the garden.</p><p>Gardening is one of the electives and it is the kids garden for class. They plant seeds, they clean and weed. They get to have cooking classes with the food they grow and harvest. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRE-nvOvPSPJcoqcddkvanhPKoUIfIMM5hChSnbQ3rgM9ojAHztG6RuoDb2NyHIGjzndwP5mvH5q6-i2O-7c-drC47ZoZ6VxCx9LpMX-RW5Ko7bKEd5dllKOWHNW7pWDj8yXKZzKBI1CmuSwCLqaT2bVXjDqSzoDyG3HA4vciEv28MZRiBW7-hB6Xv1_g/s4032/IMG_6147.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRE-nvOvPSPJcoqcddkvanhPKoUIfIMM5hChSnbQ3rgM9ojAHztG6RuoDb2NyHIGjzndwP5mvH5q6-i2O-7c-drC47ZoZ6VxCx9LpMX-RW5Ko7bKEd5dllKOWHNW7pWDj8yXKZzKBI1CmuSwCLqaT2bVXjDqSzoDyG3HA4vciEv28MZRiBW7-hB6Xv1_g/w300-h400/IMG_6147.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwgCqw6c-d-_hGHMxIl1mt8UiJ3aMYHqBDj4LY6_fnrqgbTQYKy2T0E95UFyb5npmGDIWoB9zRHu0YA5elUwlqwAAWD8wGbD6J6E9vIVv1DMy1vUsGeejSQ11a_j1J9xT6FVj3gXgm4kZg5P0YZKVutmtR63UXS-j0gRDYUBR6ob2UtZq4R2S-r1cejHs/s4032/IMG_6149.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwgCqw6c-d-_hGHMxIl1mt8UiJ3aMYHqBDj4LY6_fnrqgbTQYKy2T0E95UFyb5npmGDIWoB9zRHu0YA5elUwlqwAAWD8wGbD6J6E9vIVv1DMy1vUsGeejSQ11a_j1J9xT6FVj3gXgm4kZg5P0YZKVutmtR63UXS-j0gRDYUBR6ob2UtZq4R2S-r1cejHs/w300-h400/IMG_6149.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>I just loved the little tool shed, where all of the tools are stored. The school is K thru 8. The Kindergartners get to use the little rakes. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYAxH5GNEzkxVIm_cJnyec5sJbHKx5AS5vb30B9oaS5h2pLy3I_1q3LQUN42JIL1aqMubphecTX7i9nOxAV_v7U9pCjiXl_b9PPYLYQp9XJ4gx_DZwaqL_vhKgB3hJFYbHx4jGkzg7Is-ru6A6vv1oHQbgz8gYDETKsuaH900k5NfZ8bjou8ox9L44vWI/s4032/IMG_6169.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYAxH5GNEzkxVIm_cJnyec5sJbHKx5AS5vb30B9oaS5h2pLy3I_1q3LQUN42JIL1aqMubphecTX7i9nOxAV_v7U9pCjiXl_b9PPYLYQp9XJ4gx_DZwaqL_vhKgB3hJFYbHx4jGkzg7Is-ru6A6vv1oHQbgz8gYDETKsuaH900k5NfZ8bjou8ox9L44vWI/w300-h400/IMG_6169.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdBa793TmzSdRJkN5qgasLrW9i08e9UWV-M3WNhS2DYd-pq67G__xsCLekq1AZfOb5hLkI0X-B44-PhgHe045zWHDXrG4gUjgmE_l-E2cG-R1Ia5WL0vB3lNl4owFH_26AfauWv2y1-Z0rzD4y249DrIqdYEIqIXniRQ5CI43ES4Itw1j10p-4-H5DA18/s4032/IMG_6171.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdBa793TmzSdRJkN5qgasLrW9i08e9UWV-M3WNhS2DYd-pq67G__xsCLekq1AZfOb5hLkI0X-B44-PhgHe045zWHDXrG4gUjgmE_l-E2cG-R1Ia5WL0vB3lNl4owFH_26AfauWv2y1-Z0rzD4y249DrIqdYEIqIXniRQ5CI43ES4Itw1j10p-4-H5DA18/w300-h400/IMG_6171.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7-gVTFdkGno5_u-xCgVuptXK0rMzFRsbNOT5ePQ6pLFi2M9PA9RYo08cbf_utWr5VBr3lxZkMzDFXJY1rnHM8jVBH2a3YkL0m2p7zpBlo240cLD6DmBP8toRCv5M6nnnnDPEXK3JHLOv4QJMt_im8RJl_Uit4mZyjhONqWoqEAa4X1O7EgFk3uOyKiKU/s4032/IMG_6170.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7-gVTFdkGno5_u-xCgVuptXK0rMzFRsbNOT5ePQ6pLFi2M9PA9RYo08cbf_utWr5VBr3lxZkMzDFXJY1rnHM8jVBH2a3YkL0m2p7zpBlo240cLD6DmBP8toRCv5M6nnnnDPEXK3JHLOv4QJMt_im8RJl_Uit4mZyjhONqWoqEAa4X1O7EgFk3uOyKiKU/w300-h400/IMG_6170.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /> The kitchen was just lovely. The list of foods the kids are going to cook this year was really impressive. Sushi, home made tortillas, lasagna. Things that they can harvest too. They were making tomato sauce this week, from the tomatoes out of the garden.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI9QzsC0UsUIf9ordmF0sirYWWICA8b4j1wQ40fHp4xkXR1UaMQc2u5Gv9AIqn7vNqc4rL9p6RCCyqhrFgQOXyeSH6hK8pkXM5wP1_GoUToARkvLkg1wWirU_ML3984cUrtu2ad-FKhAxGjqGrHVryiEF8ywjRudCzGK2ronUtkLyhhc0hcub4OJufjbo/s4032/IMG_6139.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI9QzsC0UsUIf9ordmF0sirYWWICA8b4j1wQ40fHp4xkXR1UaMQc2u5Gv9AIqn7vNqc4rL9p6RCCyqhrFgQOXyeSH6hK8pkXM5wP1_GoUToARkvLkg1wWirU_ML3984cUrtu2ad-FKhAxGjqGrHVryiEF8ywjRudCzGK2ronUtkLyhhc0hcub4OJufjbo/w300-h400/IMG_6139.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj2qkf_gpjZGKRo28gRZBwHHUEZj7Q1UVo9iRBJCDoW9W9qr-2C7ZppjKVd6wqhA0C4mzamsWm4JllyjymXNjkGwsV1lxFLWUM2-LxE1hh6n3Bq43W0wIrNvF77oaUYLgktj51hPf4yX9-IEMjZXUGAkXWK0ipO4tybXKQX24yThHplpwvCKz-63li_c0/s4032/IMG_6132.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj2qkf_gpjZGKRo28gRZBwHHUEZj7Q1UVo9iRBJCDoW9W9qr-2C7ZppjKVd6wqhA0C4mzamsWm4JllyjymXNjkGwsV1lxFLWUM2-LxE1hh6n3Bq43W0wIrNvF77oaUYLgktj51hPf4yX9-IEMjZXUGAkXWK0ipO4tybXKQX24yThHplpwvCKz-63li_c0/w300-h400/IMG_6132.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6REH3mA6DIWLZ4T59YvObxObyg0-Ys9YDoaISv3J69t12Aiv9rYGAeiVxSNdDnNTX6JqtLYdr3UKA-0p8SlCARmk0cR4IAyeOa-pyFYOXMnMiBl7mcM3ZIGMJNwSPwZs3oQw0TGd9WS3OnY6yPMhNgX8Y-YO-SGN43oAgjv3hwtW7wZ8L45tsbzwyuw/s4032/IMG_6157.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6REH3mA6DIWLZ4T59YvObxObyg0-Ys9YDoaISv3J69t12Aiv9rYGAeiVxSNdDnNTX6JqtLYdr3UKA-0p8SlCARmk0cR4IAyeOa-pyFYOXMnMiBl7mcM3ZIGMJNwSPwZs3oQw0TGd9WS3OnY6yPMhNgX8Y-YO-SGN43oAgjv3hwtW7wZ8L45tsbzwyuw/w300-h400/IMG_6157.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>Emilie told us about a class day, when the little kids brought blankets and rested under the grapevines and a little boy laid down on his blanket and fell asleep. When it was time for his next class he got his teacher to let him come back with his blanket and we went to sleep again under the grapevine. You just never know what home life might be and Emilie is always conscious of that. She has children, that the teachers just don't know how to handle, and they send them to her and she gives them work to do, and they are much happier than sitting in class. So they plant seeds, they harvest produce, the pull weeds. Or they just sit with the chickens.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCJM8VsOHZlP_TlSATm83Zemfii2BoUWSfYNExWkxhQxDVYTYLPWXRHgd4cctMbz_9SiOeyIgKTDsd-dZu1NJpnjiYeJP6A8Htj33jnjkSsUnOUuQateHuEm-sdTfY699NKTUk558kvwSfa3C2hGTtITw-26HEHs5UJ8s-FjygXm_-0JsS9xzeE0n5rTI/s4032/IMG_6145.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCJM8VsOHZlP_TlSATm83Zemfii2BoUWSfYNExWkxhQxDVYTYLPWXRHgd4cctMbz_9SiOeyIgKTDsd-dZu1NJpnjiYeJP6A8Htj33jnjkSsUnOUuQateHuEm-sdTfY699NKTUk558kvwSfa3C2hGTtITw-26HEHs5UJ8s-FjygXm_-0JsS9xzeE0n5rTI/w300-h400/IMG_6145.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>I know that when my Mom died and I was in the sixth grade, if I had had a place to go to like a garden I would have done so much better. So I thought about that as I walked around the garden and I was so thankful that there is a place like this. The city schools here in Bakersfield are looking to implement gardens in their schools. Which I think would be so much better for kids than labels and medications. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhX6Tcl_QvzAq540m9iPEBiHKUJmX8RvjfA8f8G7dN9WmV0zisNsy023Kao6YK4SOVIb3hTzQ-_WNCs-qemNYMFFhoDLDIE_1ocgsgtqVzuli_PcErZRTuWaNnW-2cG0KzoTe-9DqpsnXTvwDzo29Si5sYkdeU0Xi6FUP1kA0yDxp3IbiTml0Yku8w74g/s4032/IMG_6158.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhX6Tcl_QvzAq540m9iPEBiHKUJmX8RvjfA8f8G7dN9WmV0zisNsy023Kao6YK4SOVIb3hTzQ-_WNCs-qemNYMFFhoDLDIE_1ocgsgtqVzuli_PcErZRTuWaNnW-2cG0KzoTe-9DqpsnXTvwDzo29Si5sYkdeU0Xi6FUP1kA0yDxp3IbiTml0Yku8w74g/w300-h400/IMG_6158.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPe-pwXEkIhQjcywlu8kQQOVCUZoGnD39n3hwmx2vpp8DVVCBc5oBipb1tmdzqLA3pmXyNBROgkdJoitOLrfk6nCQccUWLffKdlolVcm4mSASOJMO08eQnmVaGyiRFuHvnw8GH1PfM-3GIbC6GNVCP6DTnjtfMUGvIPETiRAu5LP89ldqdSvjsnkSv4qc/s4032/IMG_6159.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPe-pwXEkIhQjcywlu8kQQOVCUZoGnD39n3hwmx2vpp8DVVCBc5oBipb1tmdzqLA3pmXyNBROgkdJoitOLrfk6nCQccUWLffKdlolVcm4mSASOJMO08eQnmVaGyiRFuHvnw8GH1PfM-3GIbC6GNVCP6DTnjtfMUGvIPETiRAu5LP89ldqdSvjsnkSv4qc/w300-h400/IMG_6159.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>I loved the green house. Emilie said, that when it was raining so much that she would bring the kids out to plant seeds and they would be out of the rain, and they would be all so busy as the rain hit on the roof and it was such a nice place to have school. <br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJVHtz_nC0S9d5nVZddblv7VhHJyhpfogm6nNrHMsgI5DfZ8vI2MgAsG6oqmVYDjSJaup8kkQdyJvlXD35k57LMe2WfMIS99Ejs0Vj7bPmqaDCL7kWPCScfJve67vf378vfUijh7fQej2FySs5Ky4eJDE9NO2ZH3qNG2pPlvMyak2vxdvmbrMUXxrhs_k/s4032/IMG_6164.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJVHtz_nC0S9d5nVZddblv7VhHJyhpfogm6nNrHMsgI5DfZ8vI2MgAsG6oqmVYDjSJaup8kkQdyJvlXD35k57LMe2WfMIS99Ejs0Vj7bPmqaDCL7kWPCScfJve67vf378vfUijh7fQej2FySs5Ky4eJDE9NO2ZH3qNG2pPlvMyak2vxdvmbrMUXxrhs_k/w300-h400/IMG_6164.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqwcrtxULOoxbqR1sZ7FqXChu6prmgqYXAxAuI607S12DKrZZeW-H-u-OmloJjCrctuhQfI1Kg5LXtZqONFC_Mu_L4zTViH6jj1nzTPsAEvSjZnF0PN8NC4vV4WiqQKtEvSo4lwTd8DzRxQ-bHXp2QJuYITrbEJqwJ7gfiWJekgRbprm-AP7BfwuY_5Q/s4032/IMG_6152.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqwcrtxULOoxbqR1sZ7FqXChu6prmgqYXAxAuI607S12DKrZZeW-H-u-OmloJjCrctuhQfI1Kg5LXtZqONFC_Mu_L4zTViH6jj1nzTPsAEvSjZnF0PN8NC4vV4WiqQKtEvSo4lwTd8DzRxQ-bHXp2QJuYITrbEJqwJ7gfiWJekgRbprm-AP7BfwuY_5Q/w300-h400/IMG_6152.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmwVE1JzPSX4xINNqcMWi0nX6okPOdWH4HrXKvNhOGFYahjsSdIwt0wlUaa1ENjt4l5-kSwcz5gXwvLQnA58p76jSnwn6JNRpAf3HAAA0CSutqnB-dx6bcHnD2wO8GIQCNLw6NzFZ9NkxuEUpxV055c6zz1edX-fHSf_6gWAT0IKz0f01CLGZofOIbScA/s4032/IMG_6136.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmwVE1JzPSX4xINNqcMWi0nX6okPOdWH4HrXKvNhOGFYahjsSdIwt0wlUaa1ENjt4l5-kSwcz5gXwvLQnA58p76jSnwn6JNRpAf3HAAA0CSutqnB-dx6bcHnD2wO8GIQCNLw6NzFZ9NkxuEUpxV055c6zz1edX-fHSf_6gWAT0IKz0f01CLGZofOIbScA/w300-h400/IMG_6136.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>You can't really tell by my picture how purple this purple kale was, I picked a leaf and it wasn't even bitter nor had it bolted. I might have to grow some of it. It had a nice taste. Out here we have such a problem with squash beetles we have a horrible time ever getting pumpkins or squash, unless you spray. This is a complete organic garden so they don't spray with pesticides but focus on pollinators and keeping the plants healthy </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5gzVO8_6LvWnVIrALkJk5q0v8e5sqmUQzBn9CqSQ0UrM7DN3knG40zNXiFEBQjzCS7clWwnKw_0LACYruNIpfqS0lTXHn63c8ijZliDjSUMjXfu02kPO4m6Xi-8VbbcIW9b_xh1HnEpFVO5IQEIFVpx64CAhq1Rj24TDGWEuxp-IBESDGVV1ZEOpd9uE/s4032/IMG_6154.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5gzVO8_6LvWnVIrALkJk5q0v8e5sqmUQzBn9CqSQ0UrM7DN3knG40zNXiFEBQjzCS7clWwnKw_0LACYruNIpfqS0lTXHn63c8ijZliDjSUMjXfu02kPO4m6Xi-8VbbcIW9b_xh1HnEpFVO5IQEIFVpx64CAhq1Rj24TDGWEuxp-IBESDGVV1ZEOpd9uE/w300-h400/IMG_6154.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p> <br /><br /> My son, and his family who have The Hollar Homestead on You Tube found that by planting Luffa Sponges around his squash plants it kept the beetles away. So Emilie did that. I was looking at her pumpkins and not a single bug or eggs. Then she said, this last year because of so much rain they had a plague of frogs. The frogs ate every single parent,and larvae. Now the Luffa is growing strong and still no bugs. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd8lIYhP6YiKWqgZ2RJXlHg-EHRtliTCqKgN_rQkNgLXq4v8LRDMnoeA_BuK-xzWL1UJd5eAY6bzQn5BVaz_sAXyXoaKfZlciHcM7gQ54HP4o8Uv61tmgFtjmb3jep3Yp33VSHkvSO1MNYsfoVYZ8E1jwy7dFsnDd4Xf3PgbY4iUYnp4jpJva47cIehUw/s4032/IMG_6146.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd8lIYhP6YiKWqgZ2RJXlHg-EHRtliTCqKgN_rQkNgLXq4v8LRDMnoeA_BuK-xzWL1UJd5eAY6bzQn5BVaz_sAXyXoaKfZlciHcM7gQ54HP4o8Uv61tmgFtjmb3jep3Yp33VSHkvSO1MNYsfoVYZ8E1jwy7dFsnDd4Xf3PgbY4iUYnp4jpJva47cIehUw/w300-h400/IMG_6146.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>I heard someone I was listening to last week, remark that man is always trying to get back to the Garden of Eden. I knew that when we had our garden in our other house, I spent so much time trying to do that. I am so proud that Emilie and her team have accomplished just that. She says the hardest workers are the little kids K-3rd. They will do everything, plant, weed and pull out the old stuff so they can replant. They will gather eggs and harvest and pick fruit. There is something to that phrase, "Time began in the garden." </p><p>Its true and my happy place is still fooling around in my garden. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAcELtvWuKY2hfDSDlyveZjHgNvLAWF6h0iCCWzv9b6S0SoLboITgHnklFfCrju90qSRubqfXOp6OsM5t6G_eSvIdjymXxNjdLf_RZrh36nz20yWxh-5J1clDSTEKzxcFPO3gM83nEepB1SPqMg79IDGEB49Q8mkluirJR-N4SLvh3H_52RHlghVzb2_c/s4032/IMG_6126.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAcELtvWuKY2hfDSDlyveZjHgNvLAWF6h0iCCWzv9b6S0SoLboITgHnklFfCrju90qSRubqfXOp6OsM5t6G_eSvIdjymXxNjdLf_RZrh36nz20yWxh-5J1clDSTEKzxcFPO3gM83nEepB1SPqMg79IDGEB49Q8mkluirJR-N4SLvh3H_52RHlghVzb2_c/w300-h400/IMG_6126.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>One of the things I didn't get a picture was of a Gazebo out in the middle of the garden with vines growing all around it with benches in a circle and the kids for class get to sit out under there while they get taught. I just thought how wonderful it is that the kids get to be outside. Its a garden for children. So they can touch and taste and learn how they can feed themselves by what they grow. I just love that.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsAwrQ4PcepTB-L1TffH_0BhkvfesgORDyq8bjEZSvc55LQkh0PPX-34QyWEtvMsiMkJc_lDl-eD2Nx7-x3ymMljifHgx3oY5tq_LxfUEw6IWYOfC7_NBjBQ8AmA69t8APiddlG58ITYXJkin7j6Wz2dSBVNSyszIOE6DS4XMYDBJVgsxHB-vQUs_EfPg/s4032/IMG_4674%20(1).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsAwrQ4PcepTB-L1TffH_0BhkvfesgORDyq8bjEZSvc55LQkh0PPX-34QyWEtvMsiMkJc_lDl-eD2Nx7-x3ymMljifHgx3oY5tq_LxfUEw6IWYOfC7_NBjBQ8AmA69t8APiddlG58ITYXJkin7j6Wz2dSBVNSyszIOE6DS4XMYDBJVgsxHB-vQUs_EfPg/w300-h400/IMG_4674%20(1).JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>Okay, I will stop now, its something that I am passionate about can you tell? I always thought the best place for a child to grow up was a place that he or she could walk down a dirt road, with no place to go but to be able to see things growing or maybe having a garden of their own. To live outdoors and climb a tree. To listen to the trees as the wind blew and felt the seasons change by watching the tree sleep in the winter, wake up in the spring, bloom and bear fruit in the summer and get ready for rest in the fall.</p><p>I have had two adventures this summer with Emilie. She does really live an Extraordinary life. </p><p>Thank you for reading along if you have made it to here. I have had this blog going around in my head since I got back yesterday afternoon.</p><p>~Kim~</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbycDm2MDIyMEI1vfYbtfSQaz27lejNAylPvTfqs1mDTgkHOS6VmL540MIy1jixdOCIcpZAFwvgl2kdbF6qsgjLowNpYiWsulREK0uiEzowSDXK230ZDRHQS0w51Ix1srbYQTb7o_g0y-mZHKd5bCsfwGPL24d9uE8riDg6t4c8UH3XQEN26R-USwJa04/s2592/april%20photos%20053.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1944" data-original-width="2592" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbycDm2MDIyMEI1vfYbtfSQaz27lejNAylPvTfqs1mDTgkHOS6VmL540MIy1jixdOCIcpZAFwvgl2kdbF6qsgjLowNpYiWsulREK0uiEzowSDXK230ZDRHQS0w51Ix1srbYQTb7o_g0y-mZHKd5bCsfwGPL24d9uE8riDg6t4c8UH3XQEN26R-USwJa04/w400-h300/april%20photos%20053.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span> “There shall be an eternal summer in the grateful heart.”<br />-- Celia Thaxter </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-83328565636904376002023-07-30T10:00:00.002-07:002023-07-30T10:00:23.292-07:00Odds and Ends<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf5ZAPpLnJDJTla47dh6dmZ5Ctcr8yAYItGOwCUYye4_kgkNMC3GDokELQ6D7URgfMLbE9zBO-R9RIhQFMNJLuFiUAsKwyBUsrZtaDi4awOsUobgTSgfB-_mGN79mB_-GmyVfIk075c_Q5Folo7xbm7tqCXvGmyglw0bY49MQRO9dJ63T25DFC9Hvfh-s/s4032/IMG_6095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf5ZAPpLnJDJTla47dh6dmZ5Ctcr8yAYItGOwCUYye4_kgkNMC3GDokELQ6D7URgfMLbE9zBO-R9RIhQFMNJLuFiUAsKwyBUsrZtaDi4awOsUobgTSgfB-_mGN79mB_-GmyVfIk075c_Q5Folo7xbm7tqCXvGmyglw0bY49MQRO9dJ63T25DFC9Hvfh-s/w300-h400/IMG_6095.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /> Here we are at the end of July. I need to get myself in gear if I am going to get lots more things done that were on my to do list for summer. <p></p><p>I managed to dye wool this last week. My first batch it was nice colors but not what I wanted. So I started over on Tuesday. I went back and read <a href="https://rugsandpugs.blogspot.com/2023/07/dye-class.html">Lauren's post. Rugs and Pugs.</a> One of the things that I have never done, was used purified water. So on Tuesday, that is what I did and I got the colors I saw in my mind. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcvT2M07HL7WT4oRG5c28D7VSFHmxKcoYMgVwPwOYkp_cFQa3Ksnf9KLon_5SUUYscDEmAHiCPKbff2gyqKCPaR4Yx0hochgZV60GkQSt20HmPkyQ9Yg7g01-_-qcveCr7l8z_VURWXF27ZolRryKVKcGfTFegboR6BLovZws_NWPdN_WhjByBtU4abT4/s4032/IMG_6119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcvT2M07HL7WT4oRG5c28D7VSFHmxKcoYMgVwPwOYkp_cFQa3Ksnf9KLon_5SUUYscDEmAHiCPKbff2gyqKCPaR4Yx0hochgZV60GkQSt20HmPkyQ9Yg7g01-_-qcveCr7l8z_VURWXF27ZolRryKVKcGfTFegboR6BLovZws_NWPdN_WhjByBtU4abT4/w300-h400/IMG_6119.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>So I finally got to start on my granddaughter's pillow for her upcoming birthday.<p></p><p><br /> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8XcBSYnkxGLcw5wtEs4stCwBWiCHzl2nwCtTBanUlwSANA7yWxLAjNLYvnK4VoVQMUOhNoYN_BrKQxIAYPC67lmPdw9OC2n88zEN1XxZfuDw_W3SmPZX1Id9RMP-TqMeZgk-dJ-p6UU-zCnm5Q--hkFzsx6rYi_6HIRsP9qVB3_lrnbpcWE4NBKttYTk/s4032/IMG_6117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8XcBSYnkxGLcw5wtEs4stCwBWiCHzl2nwCtTBanUlwSANA7yWxLAjNLYvnK4VoVQMUOhNoYN_BrKQxIAYPC67lmPdw9OC2n88zEN1XxZfuDw_W3SmPZX1Id9RMP-TqMeZgk-dJ-p6UU-zCnm5Q--hkFzsx6rYi_6HIRsP9qVB3_lrnbpcWE4NBKttYTk/w300-h400/IMG_6117.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>It works up just the way I wanted it to look. Letters always test me, but I think this is working out okay. I will change the hearts around a bit. </p><p>My next project is going to be from Crow Creek Farm. When she released that pattern we were getting ready to leave on our trip and I had to wait but the first thing I did when I got back was order that pattern. It just tickles me.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrBC5m1_uhEzJsLU9ZE8SUFsL1E3nzlJc7NmGpJedpC6z0i2QPUeiBTEiAF5hCO5Nt4sYhCNcnCWvgG0Lp83eFjdIiim-TzZUGiJeZh1FNhr_4Rz9KRpJf5FrIeAzpGXGz0tI2O-n870rEi3AKPfMBxQNE7r7ka_nVe8mvImMcTLA9bT5IzWP9gCNpEes/s4032/IMG_6113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrBC5m1_uhEzJsLU9ZE8SUFsL1E3nzlJc7NmGpJedpC6z0i2QPUeiBTEiAF5hCO5Nt4sYhCNcnCWvgG0Lp83eFjdIiim-TzZUGiJeZh1FNhr_4Rz9KRpJf5FrIeAzpGXGz0tI2O-n870rEi3AKPfMBxQNE7r7ka_nVe8mvImMcTLA9bT5IzWP9gCNpEes/w300-h400/IMG_6113.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>I always lay my future rugs out on the floor so I can sit and stare at them and think of which wool I am going to use for what. I was doing this and my helper wanted to go outside. No matter how hard I tried, he just wouldn't leave my rug alone. So guess who won and I went and sat outside with him. He really is the boss.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhVqQkrrd4jkZMoo-PJoeQgSiMcIGvPcvXZtNsfgEpSWK4Vhvsu4x-rDQnteC2Klyr7sfLtpAfplslXZD3_YglxvJlSqF5gv3diAYefU4ApbcJLLD4lrZEGB9_PKYwr3bT7tTNpSmaN_VQbNgypEwaaNEFPPyp51wACRl7cOuhXlulOW186MjnCXIcxKI/s4032/IMG_6115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhVqQkrrd4jkZMoo-PJoeQgSiMcIGvPcvXZtNsfgEpSWK4Vhvsu4x-rDQnteC2Klyr7sfLtpAfplslXZD3_YglxvJlSqF5gv3diAYefU4ApbcJLLD4lrZEGB9_PKYwr3bT7tTNpSmaN_VQbNgypEwaaNEFPPyp51wACRl7cOuhXlulOW186MjnCXIcxKI/w300-h400/IMG_6115.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>He was intent on getting my attention. When I am writing a blog he comes in and walks on the keyboard and causes all kinds of mischief. You can tell he is the only animal in the house. He gets away with stuff that no other animal I have ever had did. </p><p>The garden is going strong. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrdlv-eh3tyjd02yLwPIENhr5Qgt_6Re_plfDVw1MF-Qqs-mkfRcAtkIHLkNKT5EvDUIsgLLPsfp_xiTAUY35mjZ1XvqfON9VYzg-9JLMEtmeEjT7HMeVnuGOGecBE1Z8CiOZzTWR5VTxf_I90dd-4LNVXMNQPNkU6m2_qLVsxvE_90h2oRZClbMIv9co/s4032/IMG_6062%20(1).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrdlv-eh3tyjd02yLwPIENhr5Qgt_6Re_plfDVw1MF-Qqs-mkfRcAtkIHLkNKT5EvDUIsgLLPsfp_xiTAUY35mjZ1XvqfON9VYzg-9JLMEtmeEjT7HMeVnuGOGecBE1Z8CiOZzTWR5VTxf_I90dd-4LNVXMNQPNkU6m2_qLVsxvE_90h2oRZClbMIv9co/s320/IMG_6062%20(1).JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3QXqWAfk94Zt0Ja3iDrotcuJo85zPmLXzJH63znxX3CjiKnf4Ry7ywcLE87_GAW2DcA6or1mZGTRmcoCiHEdPSb7Cb3wTvBmrGeJOnJef_nw-TPYMC2JOF-Dhe2LipU_ypLhKqIoGVC6n1FruyzyRCdOs-6TPzSL_oEWIJzumY7eKklHfS_vWEcAzaMY/s4032/IMG_6109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3QXqWAfk94Zt0Ja3iDrotcuJo85zPmLXzJH63znxX3CjiKnf4Ry7ywcLE87_GAW2DcA6or1mZGTRmcoCiHEdPSb7Cb3wTvBmrGeJOnJef_nw-TPYMC2JOF-Dhe2LipU_ypLhKqIoGVC6n1FruyzyRCdOs-6TPzSL_oEWIJzumY7eKklHfS_vWEcAzaMY/s320/IMG_6109.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><p>Our teeny little garden is growing so much food. I think we only have six tomato plants. We are finally learning how to grow things in garden beds. Its been such a learning curve to go from a garden as big as this whole lot to tiny beds in the corner of a yard. So this year has made me so happy to be able to make and can food. </p><p>I hope you are having a nice summer. Its been nice here, even if it is hot. I just have more time to putter and do things in the house. </p><p>Have a lovely day, thank you so much for stopping by,</p><p>~Kim~</p><p>"Hot July bring,</p><p>Cooling showers,</p><p>Apricots and gilly flowers."</p><p>---Sara Coleridge <br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-44069962115907000812023-07-22T11:58:00.002-07:002023-07-22T11:58:35.423-07:00Hot Days of Summer<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1beRNFsVcS1q12lf61b6hcnkfeK9tamovzjBoDLRG-bCkHFrhyAF-uiQsJhOWFZow3dFIvsiRoiRuqN_FdJk5SDeQapT9j3ITd3tkRtI1RoLTDEalNVK3XP_3-8M_KiV-ZHEgj14gXq22QRotX5tiWBwGrO_9XgVsqOTAeiU6rEkEiERkUxmOZ2aetyk/s4032/IMG_5853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1beRNFsVcS1q12lf61b6hcnkfeK9tamovzjBoDLRG-bCkHFrhyAF-uiQsJhOWFZow3dFIvsiRoiRuqN_FdJk5SDeQapT9j3ITd3tkRtI1RoLTDEalNVK3XP_3-8M_KiV-ZHEgj14gXq22QRotX5tiWBwGrO_9XgVsqOTAeiU6rEkEiERkUxmOZ2aetyk/w300-h400/IMG_5853.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /> You know I am only about 2 1/2 hours from the beach. Its a beautiful 66 degrees, 50 at night. Today here at my house it is supposed to be 109. Why don't I go? Because a million people have the same idea. <p></p><p>So I am going to turn the house into a cave and find things to do. Its a good day to write a blog. We have a river in Kern County called the Kern River. It goes by other names like The mighty Kern but mostly this time of year its called the Killer Kern. This year because of the rain and the snow pack, it is unlike anything that I have ever seen in my life time. Yes, I was born here. My daughter Emilie house sits for her In-laws and she invited me out. It was a fun little field trip. I always wanted to live out in this area, but when we were looking at houses out there, I knew I would have children driving that road and decided against it. Its still a terrible road. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicq4bVqQ0ChFEXZRj8V40RwbILIH-8RMo46YLa_cchFrDWBAlGhzk43HAjvF9_iHL918YiMxuZaSKBP5HlHSo2XUhFX3oRhzgTspIPTXxNDlAQ-PSh_lfKRg21a6Cb8Pf3wWfDxCgm4HQJT86QxE9hInbVd6pzasWKQbGtlqLQE_FvQIwI8UP5OR7h2Ac/s4032/IMG_6071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicq4bVqQ0ChFEXZRj8V40RwbILIH-8RMo46YLa_cchFrDWBAlGhzk43HAjvF9_iHL918YiMxuZaSKBP5HlHSo2XUhFX3oRhzgTspIPTXxNDlAQ-PSh_lfKRg21a6Cb8Pf3wWfDxCgm4HQJT86QxE9hInbVd6pzasWKQbGtlqLQE_FvQIwI8UP5OR7h2Ac/w300-h400/IMG_6071.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik2651ECP7GsWWEsM0jy5FcpezFDH9BGE7ox-3sJAc4rF9XtX7S5ZmhZNSTBk69BdSbTYecoToHdrJNrtE60KYFixiFj5RA6WQo5AMzIaHFtleB_4pq9MfJbnWOUbHWJtL4t_ssGRLVqzYFJU5AxJeZ6EplBHa6-WVSEi8a4KaD-3sjBtIZFtfo3vRARQ/s4032/IMG_6069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik2651ECP7GsWWEsM0jy5FcpezFDH9BGE7ox-3sJAc4rF9XtX7S5ZmhZNSTBk69BdSbTYecoToHdrJNrtE60KYFixiFj5RA6WQo5AMzIaHFtleB_4pq9MfJbnWOUbHWJtL4t_ssGRLVqzYFJU5AxJeZ6EplBHa6-WVSEi8a4KaD-3sjBtIZFtfo3vRARQ/w300-h400/IMG_6069.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>In normal dry years, the river at this point is a safe, little area. You might see people going down this place in inner-tubes. Not me, I grew up on too many horror stories. Its higher than I have ever seen it and the wild life just love it. We walked around down there and there was so much to see. <br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu5aCAhZLqN7cCGgR91tGsVw-Q4cMsNQNkLQVS8CtGfGH9gUrQcHIt8GVW2TBVc--BaQWNwFdZMkiv54D4LpTFOlIJtvNQDED45lOPBuvnKw_1l5Qvim1PHMZgMgeqSLbqO2Ssa3ILOSES3uuyXqlIpy6989Ir4tmvcKSDxqphLuRmDPLRjZ2vZBZ49so/s4032/IMG_6071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu5aCAhZLqN7cCGgR91tGsVw-Q4cMsNQNkLQVS8CtGfGH9gUrQcHIt8GVW2TBVc--BaQWNwFdZMkiv54D4LpTFOlIJtvNQDED45lOPBuvnKw_1l5Qvim1PHMZgMgeqSLbqO2Ssa3ILOSES3uuyXqlIpy6989Ir4tmvcKSDxqphLuRmDPLRjZ2vZBZ49so/w300-h400/IMG_6071.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>Its not a very good picture, but there is a beaver family, making dams in the river. We found three houses that had been abandoned as the river is changing its course, as the water levels are rising and going down. My son-in-law the night before had been skipping rocks and the beaver came out and slapped his tail really hard on the water. That was how they found out he was there. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNqGSNZzSPxqIyGz_urskQza7uboqu5RnLzN8G3r-PeU8_WLrnYHthvKmsZe4XywQ8sIQKgIri1oeU8_5kklIYR8hgKLFBw451BK-FbeYXElOaAnfDNd-1qjvAHFXWsCoVj1SaYv3Nk_2x23Ezk4qOuqeYAzmeo97JjxuDZsgiSzXxem8ocAC1nHPn6fU/s4032/IMG_6077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNqGSNZzSPxqIyGz_urskQza7uboqu5RnLzN8G3r-PeU8_WLrnYHthvKmsZe4XywQ8sIQKgIri1oeU8_5kklIYR8hgKLFBw451BK-FbeYXElOaAnfDNd-1qjvAHFXWsCoVj1SaYv3Nk_2x23Ezk4qOuqeYAzmeo97JjxuDZsgiSzXxem8ocAC1nHPn6fU/w300-h400/IMG_6077.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>Along the side of their property, is this foundation. Its really old. No one knows who built it. Down the way is a old park. Its called Hart Park and the WPA ( The Works Progress Administration.) built lots of stuff in there so I wondered if that was built by them in the 30s. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggPYSSepLFHO6C6CjhjajP55ako_eQoqcP1m2Q5XFFpFF971FMyIKYpmYW32TVs4BMsi6Ne4aj-Ubu-NtNt7cNvb7wwY_sZJ1wm5wkbExkSMlRMDJ-TrSE_lZsKRW0fk5endQvdTuEtGCrSgy7y1ZBNHz9_JebbcuFr0IKXACvpR5hD2cNPK8N_JDZBtA/s4032/IMG_6081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggPYSSepLFHO6C6CjhjajP55ako_eQoqcP1m2Q5XFFpFF971FMyIKYpmYW32TVs4BMsi6Ne4aj-Ubu-NtNt7cNvb7wwY_sZJ1wm5wkbExkSMlRMDJ-TrSE_lZsKRW0fk5endQvdTuEtGCrSgy7y1ZBNHz9_JebbcuFr0IKXACvpR5hD2cNPK8N_JDZBtA/w300-h400/IMG_6081.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>Coming up from the river is this old stairway, to kind of an island up on top. There are three other stair ways going in other directions from the top of the island. Its the same masonry as the one that is in the river like a dock. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUyDVapYIqrj652M-iUCQUm8v0JVmCvbQ9ETmvNTb2KXIQKaoYfhhsKPmybEcesU_IZ-S4kIEAcOQAuXKUjoK2vwL696w0FMpuLPGimW59bCq3dsmuXAU4NEGkljjwQaJe6fedVp1Zc43c7G1XJ7EK_gF6hGREoxwC9QJ_S4pHzPzOT592IF9VaP07Pu4/s4032/IMG_6073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUyDVapYIqrj652M-iUCQUm8v0JVmCvbQ9ETmvNTb2KXIQKaoYfhhsKPmybEcesU_IZ-S4kIEAcOQAuXKUjoK2vwL696w0FMpuLPGimW59bCq3dsmuXAU4NEGkljjwQaJe6fedVp1Zc43c7G1XJ7EK_gF6hGREoxwC9QJ_S4pHzPzOT592IF9VaP07Pu4/w300-h400/IMG_6073.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /> Can you see that buzzard sunning himself on the fence. We had walked up to the top of the island and I could see two of these parents sitting there and when I looked up the babies were in the trees. Just watching us as we roamed around. I couldn't get any closer. In the mud next to the water I saw, a freeway of tracks, raccoon, possum, fox and coyote. There were deer and things I didn't know. My tracking skills are getting rusty. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIBnBSE0Pwi-HsP5nsMy2LPEierzXjdgm5xB9lhiDwigfTkvo2Z8pf7J83fmJ49eDnTeHIrTWmdlGRnknKzNuISn013n528NNV_SueitY1k8MwRwoORoh5MBP5cmiUq4wTQLMk6mh8fMjzNw3yv4KlgSKazPwAcP_HRWrRcN-Ypvqaekoh69PcHZypEYI/s4032/IMG_6074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIBnBSE0Pwi-HsP5nsMy2LPEierzXjdgm5xB9lhiDwigfTkvo2Z8pf7J83fmJ49eDnTeHIrTWmdlGRnknKzNuISn013n528NNV_SueitY1k8MwRwoORoh5MBP5cmiUq4wTQLMk6mh8fMjzNw3yv4KlgSKazPwAcP_HRWrRcN-Ypvqaekoh69PcHZypEYI/w300-h400/IMG_6074.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh92VPvRnG-3EkI_bNIvqmSbLZWcxnKbbjf6i16D6sEnpVn_EcytA3AxP1Frq3Sw6DQgWegWCdL6Rt6LKQgsMpNzqcxeuNvfU_EZ0lGmzFtaBma3ovQafSBeTQzfpYAGgenwlCBJ9IMVWu7qrpU_h9v0afrSVmvK7xsOKeEHXy-yGwLtYRS3I5SS33Jl1k/s4032/IMG_6082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh92VPvRnG-3EkI_bNIvqmSbLZWcxnKbbjf6i16D6sEnpVn_EcytA3AxP1Frq3Sw6DQgWegWCdL6Rt6LKQgsMpNzqcxeuNvfU_EZ0lGmzFtaBma3ovQafSBeTQzfpYAGgenwlCBJ9IMVWu7qrpU_h9v0afrSVmvK7xsOKeEHXy-yGwLtYRS3I5SS33Jl1k/w300-h400/IMG_6082.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>This is the fireplace there on the island. So does that look like a face? I didn't notice it when I was standing in front of it, but in my picture could it be a Big Foot face. ;) The top picture is the back side and the rocks that build it up you can see. The river had rose so high this was in the water. It was still muddy when I was there you can see a little pond behind it for when the water was even higher. <p></p><p><br /> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSRMSAgqZh28qJ1FGWA1h16g15xa6ufu70BkY83esfXrK6msEFETok0UexBD2ah9lBUFhFhuNOlO-HHtgZONFkHixZOoI49O5WVTD1uXZRpT6Bs4iCMT8A9x8vy5qabZSq5r3UCUB-X9NfeVMpCyplliQAveplXLpthcNejalJGe-wkypo92ZcfRvSJUw/s4032/IMG_6083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSRMSAgqZh28qJ1FGWA1h16g15xa6ufu70BkY83esfXrK6msEFETok0UexBD2ah9lBUFhFhuNOlO-HHtgZONFkHixZOoI49O5WVTD1uXZRpT6Bs4iCMT8A9x8vy5qabZSq5r3UCUB-X9NfeVMpCyplliQAveplXLpthcNejalJGe-wkypo92ZcfRvSJUw/w300-h400/IMG_6083.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>This is one of the beavers homes that he has had to leave as the water level drops. Now you know where the saying comes, " A busy beaver." He is a really busy guy.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKdh9U--nTp7pjDI0Rm1_wOciZaO_oC0z4NIt8DhuHMGYcLCeZY4mDj9OuQr4leqdP03Fslaeyo5raTFQ5mpxitwT5Bq5rKeW0V--kiB6SRr89ubcf-1X8EGOWvb1NK5b_97mMbgtgKsMdEnPrpd1xDOIm8y1LwqYMXyrYzE_YDTIAtMBbpCmurCNFQ2I/s4032/IMG_6084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKdh9U--nTp7pjDI0Rm1_wOciZaO_oC0z4NIt8DhuHMGYcLCeZY4mDj9OuQr4leqdP03Fslaeyo5raTFQ5mpxitwT5Bq5rKeW0V--kiB6SRr89ubcf-1X8EGOWvb1NK5b_97mMbgtgKsMdEnPrpd1xDOIm8y1LwqYMXyrYzE_YDTIAtMBbpCmurCNFQ2I/w300-h400/IMG_6084.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>On the other side of the river, up on that hillside is a camp ground. I went there once when I rode my horse out there. Its been years and years since I had been that far. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkuM5zSrTmnGQOpQq1fpNT8mPcpl8RMyEYKxklM0odQt8kPMSTuwFUqWZpvM_e_-RgPcu5UnO3JNO_nMndYKA6hXh8cKkmvTLr-PK0iEE8--Q9TVvsBlESDsaRsP5q9oRYs6BFHGYoBcS8bj8pmHtttmbpQ7gYNrfEbM3U3OnJ9Zoq-j9hazspBDZYuto/s4032/IMG_6086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkuM5zSrTmnGQOpQq1fpNT8mPcpl8RMyEYKxklM0odQt8kPMSTuwFUqWZpvM_e_-RgPcu5UnO3JNO_nMndYKA6hXh8cKkmvTLr-PK0iEE8--Q9TVvsBlESDsaRsP5q9oRYs6BFHGYoBcS8bj8pmHtttmbpQ7gYNrfEbM3U3OnJ9Zoq-j9hazspBDZYuto/w300-h400/IMG_6086.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>I know its not a very good shot, but there is a family of owls that live down there and as we walked under a tree they flew off. The male flew up here and the mom and baby flew down the river to get away from us. I was enthralled. Its really a lovely place and even though its not that far out of town it still took me an hour to get home. I bet this spring it was just lovely. My son-in-law grew up out here. So when he gets to house sit for him its like being at home. I enjoyed myself so much. </p><p>I hope you enjoyed your visit too. Thanks for stopping by,</p><p></p><p>~Kim~</p><p>“July is hollyhocks and hammocks, fireworks and vacations, hot and steamy weather, cool and refreshing swims, beach picnics, and vegetables all out of the garden."</p><p>~Jean Hershey---<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-83173394153157230502023-07-16T08:53:00.001-07:002023-07-16T08:53:22.411-07:00Traveling and Visiting part 2<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV8XBseiI7htuDGMBkXl5qOdkefZTTLAHxezIjf1R-FagtQ8cpslQWa8_gJPhnCh0yN8eTUL8s724dfk8QyXgluLbIa5IeM-vMMKTB2kRm8VBOGQcep6TZ4ZobSnb7Yb08njXNOa6eWSqx3DWVqAvIFIMY7jiJwpKV7VY4KqcyGJEKz_-yx2fk_GwRECU/s2592/april%20photos%20013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1944" data-original-width="2592" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV8XBseiI7htuDGMBkXl5qOdkefZTTLAHxezIjf1R-FagtQ8cpslQWa8_gJPhnCh0yN8eTUL8s724dfk8QyXgluLbIa5IeM-vMMKTB2kRm8VBOGQcep6TZ4ZobSnb7Yb08njXNOa6eWSqx3DWVqAvIFIMY7jiJwpKV7VY4KqcyGJEKz_-yx2fk_GwRECU/w400-h300/april%20photos%20013.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> Good Morning. <p></p><p>I hope you all have had a nice week. My garden is so happy and is producing so much, I am in the kitchen storing food like a squirrel. I feel like a squirrel most of the time anyway. It was a lovely week. I will begin where I left off. </p><p>We left the Ron Coleman mine and continued our travels. That is the one thing that happens, there are so many things I would love to stop and go see but all I can think of is getting to our kids house and we end up pinning our ears back and just driving hours to make it there. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR8uWsvf6Um6Qq_40Ou0c-BrNxwYtl5nEF6miYk6Y2-V0fSxX8alV_r3EkhJQ-uWpQLY9G5B9Fda7jRyWmQ5NmDs9xEz5JHAEyjXKUGhEz_8uJKlTJ21QW8asjhVFTu8WVGIG01BmRUwjDvH8XQcOfg-AyuNkRxERqFisOAXhih3Ri-WBflWfCtGI6zCw/s4032/DMPJ5675.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR8uWsvf6Um6Qq_40Ou0c-BrNxwYtl5nEF6miYk6Y2-V0fSxX8alV_r3EkhJQ-uWpQLY9G5B9Fda7jRyWmQ5NmDs9xEz5JHAEyjXKUGhEz_8uJKlTJ21QW8asjhVFTu8WVGIG01BmRUwjDvH8XQcOfg-AyuNkRxERqFisOAXhih3Ri-WBflWfCtGI6zCw/w300-h400/DMPJ5675.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>I always take a picture of the road when we get here. It just shocks me as we look down and all of the trees! Living in the desert and in California, trees are almost worshiped. It just amazes me that out here trees just grow and grow. It must be the rain. Look how they grow right up to the road. I was also shocked at the way the tree companies trim trees. My gosh, those huge blades on booms just cutting off limbs. I had to say but this time, I felt like Miss EPA. I have never in my life even thought I had allowed Commie California to infiltrate my thoughts, but seeing tanker trunks going down the road spraying weed killer just made me crazy. But enough of that. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgW4TIAdszEgRoS4xjWkJccrKHxAW_R9LYKd7tC8OsO1ZSPCLkX7ZVzTyzs53oynASVwAAbLktC0c-T7_9X-AHXwLvvSwC_hp30zPcYu_eIFEHH2z2gR_6NIAnInzJRPPkdVzLmwl9GAFehEbuh9TYAl0WejUYbTysYuoYLvMYzWc4tG9UWcU6Ujm-dN0/s4032/IMG_6021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgW4TIAdszEgRoS4xjWkJccrKHxAW_R9LYKd7tC8OsO1ZSPCLkX7ZVzTyzs53oynASVwAAbLktC0c-T7_9X-AHXwLvvSwC_hp30zPcYu_eIFEHH2z2gR_6NIAnInzJRPPkdVzLmwl9GAFehEbuh9TYAl0WejUYbTysYuoYLvMYzWc4tG9UWcU6Ujm-dN0/w300-h400/IMG_6021.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>When we get here, I always have butterflies. There are so many huge rivers and driving over bridges with big rivers underneath, just kind of makes me queasy. Out here we don't have water like that very often. This year being an exception. Our water goes to agriculture and Los Angeles. Always fights about water going on. So seeing things like this and the Mississippi at the same time is just crazy to me. <p></p><p>I tried to keep a diary of our trip but it gets kind of sketchy here because I am ready to get to North Carolina. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAVw_3BVGq9lsQWVfJFhK2QrDFPZn03Tb511k8NSbZyMyGcFKq4UbjvNxM-uLaQluJsZBB9aN9hEWaCA5vcqp_0IAHE9xC7U_2cpyEPuHKmDyXsRrCeQgLyp1Z_9cfMdDylremwRUks52zywembeYD8pdTtKK2oM8Te05fDct00cKuRO0OeN2jAP3U7cE/s4032/IMG_5994.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAVw_3BVGq9lsQWVfJFhK2QrDFPZn03Tb511k8NSbZyMyGcFKq4UbjvNxM-uLaQluJsZBB9aN9hEWaCA5vcqp_0IAHE9xC7U_2cpyEPuHKmDyXsRrCeQgLyp1Z_9cfMdDylremwRUks52zywembeYD8pdTtKK2oM8Te05fDct00cKuRO0OeN2jAP3U7cE/w300-h400/IMG_5994.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>We spent so much time just hanging out and talking and visiting and just loving being with these lovely people. Its been two years since we have been here to see them. I love this picture because in my old pictures I have picture of our kids doing the same thing with their Dad hanging over the back of the couch watching him show them something. Now our grand children. Of course, Miss Buggy, is the topping on the cake. She would run down to the trailer and come in and visit with us, if we were late getting to the house in the morning. It was a wonderful week and of course like everything we have to go home. <br /> <br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS9spONbJ5_wTIUEwNJ-anF9qyaNNg8qE56MdM9BrKyemEvH8E2rFai_pZjrg31VVvwIdtMdR_JkkgZgK2mO76uZhh3KYnjeC6KOqPr5Npt32-AnlyVsWSpVXIEIqy9Uqh2tbQiJMpYBR9gleRTpYjkuY3kxQ2uTpLvNfq7n5392Odn9rksE0i_wSJvOw/s4032/IMG_5997.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS9spONbJ5_wTIUEwNJ-anF9qyaNNg8qE56MdM9BrKyemEvH8E2rFai_pZjrg31VVvwIdtMdR_JkkgZgK2mO76uZhh3KYnjeC6KOqPr5Npt32-AnlyVsWSpVXIEIqy9Uqh2tbQiJMpYBR9gleRTpYjkuY3kxQ2uTpLvNfq7n5392Odn9rksE0i_wSJvOw/w300-h400/IMG_5997.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>I caught this picture one afternoon. I loved seeing our oldest son and his Dad outside just talking. I spent the sweetest time with Megan, and I was so thankful for this time to spend with them. Always I think the very hardest thing in my life is saying good-bye. Knowing it might be awhile before we can see them again. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7LMzUC4PL-eLQyyfqawjRxxTQeFkCnnh_JqcjCODcjRBXcShwwx09TVPXONiACM3E7JrFHK3_WOD2Pnj0e1AuINEUhp_dl0_bxERIuPcRZk-IrLVTZ7JYZm1Hp2_ICKQHo8QPb-YhP1nDh-h4EbpOGdOp6wuFlOWuDBQ2GqlDX-Y4y33qrzM4Z9Aqhag/s6000/IMG_7002.JPEG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7LMzUC4PL-eLQyyfqawjRxxTQeFkCnnh_JqcjCODcjRBXcShwwx09TVPXONiACM3E7JrFHK3_WOD2Pnj0e1AuINEUhp_dl0_bxERIuPcRZk-IrLVTZ7JYZm1Hp2_ICKQHo8QPb-YhP1nDh-h4EbpOGdOp6wuFlOWuDBQ2GqlDX-Y4y33qrzM4Z9Aqhag/w400-h266/IMG_7002.JPEG" width="400" /></a></div><p>So we left, I smiled in the picture, but I had such a lump in my throat, I couldn't have talked.</p><p>We said good-bye and I think I cried to Asheville. We wanted to go to Kentucky on the way home but there was bad weather coming so we ended up driving all the way to Lebanon, Tennessee. We got to see quite a thunder and lighting storm and sideways rain. We know that on our way now, weather would be the thing we were racing, </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiXsLT-oj_enGBP3BIobTmlM2SH1iPvBjn_Y1xJQQKKAIpRLMKFN7T7AWuhXyzkYq7ZT7Uyl-sBsdTCf8JOAU1WxKakNC1t3mv11P7rG2S9IQksJ8GcUYjOB55tkXRNNQDwrd9ngQDxzwlDm6BJ3QLkMVSCC5ep4yTAF-cPTAfB0SlYEsVSQFcOHBAnOk/s4032/MLAZ2035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiXsLT-oj_enGBP3BIobTmlM2SH1iPvBjn_Y1xJQQKKAIpRLMKFN7T7AWuhXyzkYq7ZT7Uyl-sBsdTCf8JOAU1WxKakNC1t3mv11P7rG2S9IQksJ8GcUYjOB55tkXRNNQDwrd9ngQDxzwlDm6BJ3QLkMVSCC5ep4yTAF-cPTAfB0SlYEsVSQFcOHBAnOk/w300-h400/MLAZ2035.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>One of the things I really enjoyed was staying in campsites. I really had fun seeing the different places and how different places can be. We stayed in a campsite that was in the back of a mans pasture. That was really interesting. I wouldn't go outside though, I could tell by looking at it there was ticks. The next morning we had to stop at the grocery store and when we came out to the car, there were ticks all over my car. I hate ticks!!</p><p> </p><p>We went to a place called The Fire and Ice Museum. Cool place. Its in New Mexico and its kind of off the beaten track. But worth the drive. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizKPxA0Bs9zkq-8zdKk_A_VPvutTbRkF0bhFB8DU1P5H7Eoh0eU4OW-LSmlL5DLQcDVW8okKN9p-6lridBH7-LbI60RCfgaHJ0c5wBIGriKkde4bWPhCax-mAUjZ5Xoz5N0mv3i5fiW_mKLeZ_6shfDkTdquE8SMRPPUHG7uBNIJY78nmh43ApU5khZA0/s4032/IMG_6033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizKPxA0Bs9zkq-8zdKk_A_VPvutTbRkF0bhFB8DU1P5H7Eoh0eU4OW-LSmlL5DLQcDVW8okKN9p-6lridBH7-LbI60RCfgaHJ0c5wBIGriKkde4bWPhCax-mAUjZ5Xoz5N0mv3i5fiW_mKLeZ_6shfDkTdquE8SMRPPUHG7uBNIJY78nmh43ApU5khZA0/s320/IMG_6033.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGL2tD-z0CnFqsaKjhG7WCYKkrisjhYnZA7sHRQL6FYEVKZkX6zs9CFmggmlj7mYBVQOXz0v9p1xz7GClafc5cy2waYefIIV8jpc1QlcwQ--Xdbd4vvMnI-yZu8PTBy78tRsTDl0KRuSCNpFpC88kng094gaeSodJgxE6pcxWKaNu5yZ-JBVERYMRk2xQ/s4032/IMG_6036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGL2tD-z0CnFqsaKjhG7WCYKkrisjhYnZA7sHRQL6FYEVKZkX6zs9CFmggmlj7mYBVQOXz0v9p1xz7GClafc5cy2waYefIIV8jpc1QlcwQ--Xdbd4vvMnI-yZu8PTBy78tRsTDl0KRuSCNpFpC88kng094gaeSodJgxE6pcxWKaNu5yZ-JBVERYMRk2xQ/s320/IMG_6036.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><p>Caves everywhere. So much Volcanic rock. Standing in front of that cave. The air coming out felt like a deep freeze. We walked down to the big cave and the ice there never melts and its such a contrast all of the volcanic rock with all of the cold and ice. The interesting thing was this is owned by a family. Its been in their family for generations. But for some reason the government is buying up all of the land. the man whose family owned the museum, showed us a map and they are this little bit but now most of the land owners are who if we were following the Constitution, should never own land. But on our way out, we saw that there was lots and lots of mining. So gee, I wonder what that is about. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyD5qTi77-iVTwB0rbRYru-RMjmvLAaC_EQM8irYQsRT7-2hevJXQoLGGb6RETzQHmuXYQKxtpQgKi4FThB931wUtI1jHSTnjgdNdYbjSt4HWOvbvrck5eSyGmQHq6VSyozA-sPpeyHgzGEtsa8NGdwIyt34BUPqgUvWdGTCYuP0ksZK_Y9umgA7fARyU/s4032/IMG_6040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyD5qTi77-iVTwB0rbRYru-RMjmvLAaC_EQM8irYQsRT7-2hevJXQoLGGb6RETzQHmuXYQKxtpQgKi4FThB931wUtI1jHSTnjgdNdYbjSt4HWOvbvrck5eSyGmQHq6VSyozA-sPpeyHgzGEtsa8NGdwIyt34BUPqgUvWdGTCYuP0ksZK_Y9umgA7fARyU/w300-h400/IMG_6040.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>We took this road after we left the mine. On the map it said, it was the fastest way to Arizona. We would miss all kinds of traffic. So we took that road, it took us through the Indian Reservations. Which was really interesting. They had these huge clay ovens. They are outside and they would have three in their yards. But I didn't get any pictures. So as we took this lonely road that we never saw anybody on the road, then out in the middle of no where this just appeared. Its called Morrow Rock and its huge. We really need to take that road again and go explore. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOLDuzAgTCUKiip6hT0F0YVvAPh-vYkf43xxfp25m5aObHRJTy5YKqrP3mjtUgwIQ76MjJpjnw30ybIHuAgR0jvuVD4FV-f3IxgL_LV8xB5i_R9uxFRYywkGOSw4Ff0TwN7Y9bv_JPnIY5x6ea30IdzC0uPMHNo-chuKwwaBKzf-u-hTkrmWkk9JmvgrQ/s4032/IMG_5920.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOLDuzAgTCUKiip6hT0F0YVvAPh-vYkf43xxfp25m5aObHRJTy5YKqrP3mjtUgwIQ76MjJpjnw30ybIHuAgR0jvuVD4FV-f3IxgL_LV8xB5i_R9uxFRYywkGOSw4Ff0TwN7Y9bv_JPnIY5x6ea30IdzC0uPMHNo-chuKwwaBKzf-u-hTkrmWkk9JmvgrQ/w300-h400/IMG_5920.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>Pretty much that is it. I should have taken better notes, but we had been gone a month and we were so ready to be home. We just drove and drove and spent the night and got up as early as we could. Its nice to be at home, but I am still trying to remember what I did before I left and what a routine I had. I was getting ready for the trip and I was making and sewing and things like that for both families and packing things to take to them. </p><p>I ordered wool and dye so I am hoping to do that next week so I can make rugs again. I hope you have enjoyed this. I did find something in my pictures, that on our way there was this train hauling tanks. Miles and miles of tanks. Way out in the desert. It gave me such a sick feeling to wonder what and where are all of those tanks going? So much goes on out in the desert that no one ever hears about. By the time I grabbed my phone all I got was that bit of tank.<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ037lOiafpapPlpXBHUYB1ul7ZJ_dUszXTRBsNtH6jWqjRu9ZF7tk08OJeyIqB0S5ie74gXqs-SnU-d9Q6110bjTNsjr5OPP6VPWUZkqxAKsynHaYU9dWf5ITdxyoTo1EQe0gQnbKb1UqDwNvyTXhXhGMtODp0EpM-YYidFV7yPrtnkXdUJFYVIrqOpQ/s3024/IMG_5907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ037lOiafpapPlpXBHUYB1ul7ZJ_dUszXTRBsNtH6jWqjRu9ZF7tk08OJeyIqB0S5ie74gXqs-SnU-d9Q6110bjTNsjr5OPP6VPWUZkqxAKsynHaYU9dWf5ITdxyoTo1EQe0gQnbKb1UqDwNvyTXhXhGMtODp0EpM-YYidFV7yPrtnkXdUJFYVIrqOpQ/w400-h400/IMG_5907.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>I hope you have a lovely day,</p><p>~Kim~</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4KprSaBTgODsXrSCaWUaiBDSgotar9glb-m1lqVH1Vsk6bNDF5GtTe2l1Vf1G9q_0LP4nK_RtLzZwuKqAhBAfJ2E67-CMp2nksSsT-myXU24P2Ph1ss3KKHDZwykyWbTjQAqcDbwnuSwYd3cDIUAKzLcpLldvQJk4ZM0dykt0bqfgP2CVCu8L_kMXzhA/s4032/NNIZ0660.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4KprSaBTgODsXrSCaWUaiBDSgotar9glb-m1lqVH1Vsk6bNDF5GtTe2l1Vf1G9q_0LP4nK_RtLzZwuKqAhBAfJ2E67-CMp2nksSsT-myXU24P2Ph1ss3KKHDZwykyWbTjQAqcDbwnuSwYd3cDIUAKzLcpLldvQJk4ZM0dykt0bqfgP2CVCu8L_kMXzhA/w300-h400/NNIZ0660.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>"July is a blind date with Summer."</p><p>---Hal Borland.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-75101607163666813352023-07-10T09:55:00.000-07:002023-07-10T09:55:08.256-07:00A Post Finally<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKNPKPh7OsTKF5CQzXnemakoM-n1P4uUcxn3sLsxcBW81O3j1xqZkpd5n-S6OACnJ3XUAL5RyLmHEdiuvYQt83Yf-I-1ykg_muLI6Ju3CD5Ljzy7BiKoytn0DKGXBee_a2iHujYedzAhvL19diW_pDCo42RoWP5C8k9_j3nh4aKuZk4OMLUj0wc-OCr9Q/s4032/IMG_5921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKNPKPh7OsTKF5CQzXnemakoM-n1P4uUcxn3sLsxcBW81O3j1xqZkpd5n-S6OACnJ3XUAL5RyLmHEdiuvYQt83Yf-I-1ykg_muLI6Ju3CD5Ljzy7BiKoytn0DKGXBee_a2iHujYedzAhvL19diW_pDCo42RoWP5C8k9_j3nh4aKuZk4OMLUj0wc-OCr9Q/w300-h400/IMG_5921.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /> Well hello, <p></p><p>After months of no blogs, I thought I would do a small catch up post. Small?? How do I put in one blog 5 months of life. I will start I think with leaving on May 21st. On our way to Parker Arizona, The temps went from 66 degrees to 105 in a hour, from a bright sun shiny day to a cloud burst where we couldn't see out the windows. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgetj0azCuwPEnTRglo50goZEZlOvrXj5Kx9ZJzjKwGx8Efzn-RQgWiG175Hlg2g0F7FWwUGcYiRP5Q0IqI3RI3rty3gDhDZepdYMSg6nXz0zaxvln0X8SKEoo1FAKa-8506cDzxpiF7hMhbH6AWqUoSnGFUMuieiYlfNWyBXVux23h0e8GjqZTRBtsa7I/s4032/IMG_5909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgetj0azCuwPEnTRglo50goZEZlOvrXj5Kx9ZJzjKwGx8Efzn-RQgWiG175Hlg2g0F7FWwUGcYiRP5Q0IqI3RI3rty3gDhDZepdYMSg6nXz0zaxvln0X8SKEoo1FAKa-8506cDzxpiF7hMhbH6AWqUoSnGFUMuieiYlfNWyBXVux23h0e8GjqZTRBtsa7I/s320/IMG_5909.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuR6qIwDPhrrgC745Y6mL-1b6mF8iC2CpS7toGg127Q3Au5IrEbYLf2lIJrCU1HggPNMDGbdx-BbpYP-o3AZfulGYA0Hj6XDqY1LV1sPMcOe9GCMM1RKD3LwcwKjOiZH_oXa9p5qtDiazViYtBes0ahkBXeXSPOYgf-ppTt1QsJXvbfyfj8l2bIxPz2Ng/s4032/IMG_5910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuR6qIwDPhrrgC745Y6mL-1b6mF8iC2CpS7toGg127Q3Au5IrEbYLf2lIJrCU1HggPNMDGbdx-BbpYP-o3AZfulGYA0Hj6XDqY1LV1sPMcOe9GCMM1RKD3LwcwKjOiZH_oXa9p5qtDiazViYtBes0ahkBXeXSPOYgf-ppTt1QsJXvbfyfj8l2bIxPz2Ng/s320/IMG_5910.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><p>That is the Colorado River. Pretty place but oh so hot. We have had such a wonderful cool year this year that we were not prepared for the heat yet. </p><p>We got to Tucson the next day and then spent a lovely week with our grand children. Seeing them only once a year, they are really growing up so fast. It was a lovely time and we learned so much about our travel trailer and living in 25 feet together. We left on May 28th and drove to Holbrook Arizona. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3L_XusXY-GuujDiv8KVXP3JLpIdRH98JffgQn964ADzU5fYEsHLgHfEH1c1SmOqht_Jx7cDWjwS2daqwE2G2Gs6P_YmU7lRs2YJyImN4H_vapkoKEyRSG3HWIrTbqLZzMnOX4AYjbcVUi6f0zcYPQ_QGMOZNYJ-tfeE6nA-HLqJnSjdqCEVwv47-wyuU/s4032/IMG_5943.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3L_XusXY-GuujDiv8KVXP3JLpIdRH98JffgQn964ADzU5fYEsHLgHfEH1c1SmOqht_Jx7cDWjwS2daqwE2G2Gs6P_YmU7lRs2YJyImN4H_vapkoKEyRSG3HWIrTbqLZzMnOX4AYjbcVUi6f0zcYPQ_QGMOZNYJ-tfeE6nA-HLqJnSjdqCEVwv47-wyuU/s320/IMG_5943.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-G_iqlufhDGA6RskPcz5A-5hOhJk7-Q3BiNcJ2AQIJQ3Cn5RkBRoM48sSJdJ-tk2kXJiGnGNXVnrGzcPWNBS8E16Xnt2ZNwCzCckSPaWb5lUqugiAWsGY3Hi-iH2g6Fe4WtebvYLr5rNi_Jx99nyXW-I-0-xFWPHLmFvoZ9Ju0-ADkjrPRueglMNsWBw/s4032/IMG_5962.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-G_iqlufhDGA6RskPcz5A-5hOhJk7-Q3BiNcJ2AQIJQ3Cn5RkBRoM48sSJdJ-tk2kXJiGnGNXVnrGzcPWNBS8E16Xnt2ZNwCzCckSPaWb5lUqugiAWsGY3Hi-iH2g6Fe4WtebvYLr5rNi_Jx99nyXW-I-0-xFWPHLmFvoZ9Ju0-ADkjrPRueglMNsWBw/s320/IMG_5962.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><p>We visited the Petrified forest and the Painted Desert. Its just such a huge place filled with destruction. </p><p>The ground is really been through so much activity. I always wonder because as the crow flies, you really aren't that far from the Meteor Crater but that is never even brought up that maybe when that meteor hit the ground maybe it caused a bit of destruction. At one point the sign just says, " We have no idea how it happened. </p><p>But the whole reason we went was for News Paper Rock.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_7w5XX2SXG7wA6FkJqx_CZZyAdJUSxHR1Ry1EpB1E3eE0nTYWjQ95K7Y1EJ7MOIT5wlduXbDS7nkeS37wPeyRoaI0rDSHqp3HlRw4xo7UNSuP2Ndt3jrikTmtk_VUzE9kUS_dWVfrABRWNNcxPJmFW0AVy2cQY7XYk35VVTjYbxWAtSDPzdDRoWkB32I/s4032/IMG_5952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_7w5XX2SXG7wA6FkJqx_CZZyAdJUSxHR1Ry1EpB1E3eE0nTYWjQ95K7Y1EJ7MOIT5wlduXbDS7nkeS37wPeyRoaI0rDSHqp3HlRw4xo7UNSuP2Ndt3jrikTmtk_VUzE9kUS_dWVfrABRWNNcxPJmFW0AVy2cQY7XYk35VVTjYbxWAtSDPzdDRoWkB32I/w300-h400/IMG_5952.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgla_lajEt84TzpyABcR_XqHwiluvB34dvyZC4ksy_fJBJJ0j22lVsFfN0lDuE1vphpOqWOqOGk7Gy4gPpbFVJVhqNXFBDatMCrriZ7rTxzDUnArNPRYQCjKkGxYg78lRNwOXvexFH_tgw5N4NN0sMMFp5oHCbeMmw-XQ9xluYdKOLjn4Nh5WIsdViXomM/s4032/IMG_5953.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgla_lajEt84TzpyABcR_XqHwiluvB34dvyZC4ksy_fJBJJ0j22lVsFfN0lDuE1vphpOqWOqOGk7Gy4gPpbFVJVhqNXFBDatMCrriZ7rTxzDUnArNPRYQCjKkGxYg78lRNwOXvexFH_tgw5N4NN0sMMFp5oHCbeMmw-XQ9xluYdKOLjn4Nh5WIsdViXomM/w300-h400/IMG_5953.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>Its really ancient and it was torn down, I imagine it once was a cliff face filled with hieroglyphs. I really would like to know what it means. It does have the sign on the rock of a portal. It has signs of long necked things that were taller than the people who lived there, two headed goats and thunder-birds. So many things are there. I stared and stared, but I understand people would want to touch it, but you have to stand way up on a hill and look at it through a telescope. <p></p><p>We went to visit a gift shop so we could buy petrified wood. As you leave the park there is a sign that says, "prepare to be searched." You aren't searched but still its there. So we bought petrified wood. It sure makes me want to steal rocks though. :) This is at the gift shop where you buy petrified wood. It seems really fishy to me.<br /></p><p><br /> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHpDxjkPf6hJr6nnd2x6mlCBbg_cbAP2Vic_AP_2XEF1H7QGzitD7J-A2Zo6gNvgeGCPZ33wT-C6dUXMOtxthWrfqvKVpYuGZq_sOrrpcATD4YQs-5OxlKZqOivgyyCmItkaiVsMINGE6yPSsv7LHcqNni9dWA5CYfl1_sbcGxut88ksDsUVykofTfF7I/s4032/IMG_5935.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHpDxjkPf6hJr6nnd2x6mlCBbg_cbAP2Vic_AP_2XEF1H7QGzitD7J-A2Zo6gNvgeGCPZ33wT-C6dUXMOtxthWrfqvKVpYuGZq_sOrrpcATD4YQs-5OxlKZqOivgyyCmItkaiVsMINGE6yPSsv7LHcqNni9dWA5CYfl1_sbcGxut88ksDsUVykofTfF7I/s320/IMG_5935.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxr9rQYQneniA9gew5JltCQk61ceQTW4u2SSfCVTO22Bmy-0DjPGFvwu29kFhYlffYJvLo_M1AHVXgqEP-bovo6w6kXD4hH9Ipnq5DwPKVnOkJ4_rZ0pkhftRUvuADbm3wZqyR8_HJ6WRv3700aLOX7SxTTWgztT011N8rsYIYI8GBQZZg4MYxTwQK4fc/s4032/IMG_5934.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxr9rQYQneniA9gew5JltCQk61ceQTW4u2SSfCVTO22Bmy-0DjPGFvwu29kFhYlffYJvLo_M1AHVXgqEP-bovo6w6kXD4hH9Ipnq5DwPKVnOkJ4_rZ0pkhftRUvuADbm3wZqyR8_HJ6WRv3700aLOX7SxTTWgztT011N8rsYIYI8GBQZZg4MYxTwQK4fc/s320/IMG_5934.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><p>We walked out back where all of the rough stones are and all of the stuff that isn't polished and that hill is nothing but Geodes. I couldn't believe it. So many of them. I thought they were rare to find, but apparently not.</p><p>After a day there we drove on to Tucumcari, New Mexico. My Mom's family all lived there when I was a kid. I always look for my Grandpa's house and it always make me a little sad. But we had a huge thunder and lighting and rain show. It was lovely. At this point in the trip, I am excited about storms. On the way back, we are racing to get away from them. We get up the next morning and drove three states, we woke up in New Mexico, made it through the panhandle of Texas and made it to Oklahoma City. </p><p>Funny Story- We put a tire cover on the back of the trailer that says Big Foot Research team. Not realizing people thought we were some important research team. So the first time we were stopped in road work and a big rig guy motioned for me to roll down my window and told us his big foot story. While filling up with gas in Oklahoma City, a man from Tennessee, (on his way to California.) stopped by and told us all of about his super scary stories about his encounters with Bigfoot. We were so happy that people would take the time to talk to us. </p><p>Then we made it to Arkansas. We were going to stay there and go dig quartz at a mine. <a href="https://colemanquartz.com/">The Ron </a><a href="https://colemanquartz.com/">Coleman mine</a>. Its a beautiful place.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ZunED7-OBnrA9XkzjdvOftxF-JiAO93Mh3GKfiMJ105hTx7y45UVbfeXMt6pl8bABr40NAx2gOqIheoe3cjLawhKXt93G2UXg7Gg7BhEcWHXz-XaKVRR6O6Rp9MPfVL3zVmo4sP_6RICyzoifsgYkH5M4LWBdACpZ_YuEMUroXo6g07PoQnnSyvL-3A/s4032/IMG_5982.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ZunED7-OBnrA9XkzjdvOftxF-JiAO93Mh3GKfiMJ105hTx7y45UVbfeXMt6pl8bABr40NAx2gOqIheoe3cjLawhKXt93G2UXg7Gg7BhEcWHXz-XaKVRR6O6Rp9MPfVL3zVmo4sP_6RICyzoifsgYkH5M4LWBdACpZ_YuEMUroXo6g07PoQnnSyvL-3A/w300-h400/IMG_5982.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>We were on this winding road that climbs and climbs and then there was this view. That is Nimrod lake. </p><p>We made it to the campground and even in the campground everywhere is quartz.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicNExiGmeGLeQUbChhEzChZtJi3AEQAknfkt0MmoK1nLeogaocVozZGhuBh8ZjohZACEXk9f38KMUCnHN7L1u_dAOecOM18oUKVyReg3w9SUkTvVgR5n2VDjx7VvJMH4Eegezqm2ruAPCJpgQ5ekkC_43A8IaginRmazYBHTZRiQNn6KnzM6z-7iOJ7a4/s4032/IMG_5985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicNExiGmeGLeQUbChhEzChZtJi3AEQAknfkt0MmoK1nLeogaocVozZGhuBh8ZjohZACEXk9f38KMUCnHN7L1u_dAOecOM18oUKVyReg3w9SUkTvVgR5n2VDjx7VvJMH4Eegezqm2ruAPCJpgQ5ekkC_43A8IaginRmazYBHTZRiQNn6KnzM6z-7iOJ7a4/s320/IMG_5985.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0LwHdEg-dT_eoUmImcEV5DNDtm30Nfrat6z8n2FoI7k5rbdZ6kdLCUEpDbryV84y6MAECM0ebJ2jWJ3TIpqqCP8nw3IByJ088u0Eo4HpphYwYPX2lhJP6onqfvCB_GXgmi400iZal-7pxSdT1WXocA78LiDNtHGx21JUVeNaCR3xvANCJ3i4WTQYX_UY/s4032/IMG_5984.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0LwHdEg-dT_eoUmImcEV5DNDtm30Nfrat6z8n2FoI7k5rbdZ6kdLCUEpDbryV84y6MAECM0ebJ2jWJ3TIpqqCP8nw3IByJ088u0Eo4HpphYwYPX2lhJP6onqfvCB_GXgmi400iZal-7pxSdT1WXocA78LiDNtHGx21JUVeNaCR3xvANCJ3i4WTQYX_UY/s320/IMG_5984.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrwI8wZDKvNJ-ttuwSvp9CJl2WfKOgKv8xBVV_bNZV0unoeSYnv4fhVm4DTeOpT507J8WxcchpSDNoa5KDCBbXFwI3-8GvIUnGHpBYMS_FRcfHzcXLsVKNg0kT8qCH-Ps-bUv7aQd0pxGVd0TNgnsiCVRLPBCZzY6RTWIIUibFDo3U1U1i36eJ3EoWXPI/s4032/IMG_5986.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrwI8wZDKvNJ-ttuwSvp9CJl2WfKOgKv8xBVV_bNZV0unoeSYnv4fhVm4DTeOpT507J8WxcchpSDNoa5KDCBbXFwI3-8GvIUnGHpBYMS_FRcfHzcXLsVKNg0kT8qCH-Ps-bUv7aQd0pxGVd0TNgnsiCVRLPBCZzY6RTWIIUibFDo3U1U1i36eJ3EoWXPI/s320/IMG_5986.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><p>You take your bucket and your tools and you go dig rocks in the tailing of the mine. I only did it for three hours and then I decided, I would rather be doing laundry and taking a shower and not playing in the dirt anymore. So we went down for lunch and I did laundry, which I found out, not having anyplace to do laundry, was the hardest thing about the trip. </p><p>I think I will stop here so I don't completely overwhelm you with photos. Yes, we did manage to make it to North Carolina.</p><p>We got back and we spent a week, cleaning and getting everything back to normal, of course, my garden was going crazy so I have been canning and making salsa and enjoying having my own washing machine. I never expected to take a break this long. </p><p>No rug hooking has been going on to speak of. I hope all of you are well. </p><p>I have missed you,</p><p>~Kim~</p><p>"How you feel about home after a vacation says a lot about home." Joyce Rachellle.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-9853156431515013982023-02-18T09:53:00.000-08:002023-02-18T09:53:28.424-08:00Odds and Ends<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUPaYjjfsoPrVyTGItpzs6usGOfwJMydJzTFJ17OdPzzOJrDBXVzkXWS3-v_ZQJeD1GiPxZ6UeXzaCHX2_dZNf-AVIA4NpMyQJ5NC13GJFU0hW7g1f-Vo7rSkszpXLnzsWzj-Tm32vmA-QcclsnGYx6_p0fpPC92ZcMnE1Z1kJePoZdxTqHNWxVaVw/s4032/IMG_3534.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUPaYjjfsoPrVyTGItpzs6usGOfwJMydJzTFJ17OdPzzOJrDBXVzkXWS3-v_ZQJeD1GiPxZ6UeXzaCHX2_dZNf-AVIA4NpMyQJ5NC13GJFU0hW7g1f-Vo7rSkszpXLnzsWzj-Tm32vmA-QcclsnGYx6_p0fpPC92ZcMnE1Z1kJePoZdxTqHNWxVaVw/w300-h400/IMG_3534.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /> My goodness, I have been away for so long. I have a fixed computer now. I withstood, the buying a new computer temptation. I have been gone so long that Google forgot me and I had to figure out how to sign in again, plus try to remember how to access my pictures since they are now living in the cloud. Here is something I learned. When people talk about things being in the "cloud." I thought that all of those satellites was where our data went and was stored. I know, but it says, cloud right? My youngest son is taking classes to be able to work on cloud storage. I thought of course, it was in the sky. Nope, there are these huge places full of computers, on the ground that is where all of our stuff is stored. I felt very sheepish. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtXQG1JcOhsl9hcnza9X3yEI_g4YFhj6BRusmLxyeQ53YOFG64hwNp3fR0uBRIfb_dkTrmgYy7y2L52T-z7NlHn4uGZwS9hut99xcTlvclUrporxpYf-Gzlhm4Dqx1Edgi_Vspx5aF3mYOW4KmUlvxjmN8xgODAUVzZ3tNtlEQ09wvRmJgmg4TcyRh/s2048/015.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1728" data-original-width="2048" height="338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtXQG1JcOhsl9hcnza9X3yEI_g4YFhj6BRusmLxyeQ53YOFG64hwNp3fR0uBRIfb_dkTrmgYy7y2L52T-z7NlHn4uGZwS9hut99xcTlvclUrporxpYf-Gzlhm4Dqx1Edgi_Vspx5aF3mYOW4KmUlvxjmN8xgODAUVzZ3tNtlEQ09wvRmJgmg4TcyRh/w400-h338/015.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p>We are in the midst of winter here. After that long hot summer from last year, I am very happy,</p><p>prolonging the inevitable. I have been hooking a bit. I finished Hearts by Cammie Bruce.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh82o4jPkROyCZDOMRivDRqZR8tagQFYugpLft6FyVZKM7O2L8fyKZGU9XHLgDdTwOCB3jOBSB48_JgIa5wRLmE1jNhC9xHdheGPGNHDzLVOPnLI1B88AZY3AKtfcd7Rr6UelzVJWeTy9BbxESE3ROy3tVLzD0R47qjswUUZnMRz26xS9O79TY6hVlW/s2048/IMG_5804.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh82o4jPkROyCZDOMRivDRqZR8tagQFYugpLft6FyVZKM7O2L8fyKZGU9XHLgDdTwOCB3jOBSB48_JgIa5wRLmE1jNhC9xHdheGPGNHDzLVOPnLI1B88AZY3AKtfcd7Rr6UelzVJWeTy9BbxESE3ROy3tVLzD0R47qjswUUZnMRz26xS9O79TY6hVlW/w300-h400/IMG_5804.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /> I was canning beets one morning. As I peeled the beets, I thought, these are so purple I wonder what kind of color I would get? So I put the skins in water and boiled them for awhile until I thought I got enough color and then treated it like I would commercial dyes. So the pretty pink color is what came out. I just loved the color, and I couldn't wait to hook it. The red though is what I had in my wool box. <p></p><p>I might try to do a little more natural dyes this year. I have always wanted to dye wool that way. Here is a picture of my current rug. We are planning our trip this year and taking our travel trailer to see our kids and grandkids. I wanted a long rug in the trailer. I had this from when I first started hooking. It is Polly Minick. Its one of the first rugs I ever drew out. Its taken me so long to do that those squares and yesterday I finally got started on the background.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYJTrqkaxKKQlHef11z6CHuotA2Ds6CxLisiDOLGKGct3gfb1_QBkx4ttn5ZaT3nYlTTdSHYhVCLMPdROS5voMthQf4__QylQCzYhTmeWpPYc3rqFfa1KoJFaCCUH_sexJ2gLg9hfrjQkzm3tGI2Y_DHgCshFasTAEy4GFay_5odb2XlsiUBz81r0N/s2048/IMG_5809.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYJTrqkaxKKQlHef11z6CHuotA2Ds6CxLisiDOLGKGct3gfb1_QBkx4ttn5ZaT3nYlTTdSHYhVCLMPdROS5voMthQf4__QylQCzYhTmeWpPYc3rqFfa1KoJFaCCUH_sexJ2gLg9hfrjQkzm3tGI2Y_DHgCshFasTAEy4GFay_5odb2XlsiUBz81r0N/w300-h400/IMG_5809.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><p>Its a very long rug. It doesn't look that long in the picture, but it is. So its fun to do chickens again. Of all of the things I miss since we moved, its my chickens. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9gaWpwKr7slLqM8S627fJEb6qqJWhI6O74RbN-oI26nGaVJiev-jZTHSHqcEqoYWk--yYEyvi7SbzpVHhh8NSLHkHV3xM_C6AaAdnoSh0m5_sMwrGBcp1MnKp1fIhasbviH5KjVCKAyDMCP4SGa1IEYX7OMU4scZsHJ9hqUA9dOloP0LSOYvlFoVE/s2048/IMG_5806.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9gaWpwKr7slLqM8S627fJEb6qqJWhI6O74RbN-oI26nGaVJiev-jZTHSHqcEqoYWk--yYEyvi7SbzpVHhh8NSLHkHV3xM_C6AaAdnoSh0m5_sMwrGBcp1MnKp1fIhasbviH5KjVCKAyDMCP4SGa1IEYX7OMU4scZsHJ9hqUA9dOloP0LSOYvlFoVE/w300-h400/IMG_5806.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><p>I had to make of course, some little heart things for Valentines Day. There is just something nice about hand sewing and stuffing pin keeps. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgezKQ1SRgtfxbx20qPV6wxkPNZ5X-8hudrM6PaJvsLuNx78I9wkYTlneOTQrs02rNA2H8jWRkz_QKx1CImTRS3dRqv3kRQRFPeKoNbjjAgLzPudiBwrcKve-m_3Ls5ymdNW8kVH_pWyeH0er12Zb3mR2MSJzlCyE2pCQMKvVNWMzRp7xUA3Zodr8uv/s2048/april%20photos%20037.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgezKQ1SRgtfxbx20qPV6wxkPNZ5X-8hudrM6PaJvsLuNx78I9wkYTlneOTQrs02rNA2H8jWRkz_QKx1CImTRS3dRqv3kRQRFPeKoNbjjAgLzPudiBwrcKve-m_3Ls5ymdNW8kVH_pWyeH0er12Zb3mR2MSJzlCyE2pCQMKvVNWMzRp7xUA3Zodr8uv/w400-h300/april%20photos%20037.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>This is an old picture, but I did plant lilacs here, they are just not close to budding yet. We were in the book of Hosea at Bible Study. Long ago, when I wanted more than anything to be a rug hooker. There was no way I had the money to get set up. (We had 4 kids in college and a downturn in the economy.)<p></p><p>Rug hooking was not an option. One morning I was walking and in my mind I was thinking about all of the ways I could by hook or by crook get what I wanted. I happened to be listening to Hosea on headphone when this verse came up about Gomer. If you remember she was the prostitute married to Hosea. "She said, I will go after my lovers that give me my food and my water, and my wool and my flax..." I stopped in mid stride. I thought, no way does it say that! I ran it back and listened to it again.</p><p>Sure enough, it said that. I stopped right there went in to the house and looked it up in my Bible. Hosea 2:5. I realized how indeed how much I was like Gomer and wanting my wool and wool cutters that bad. I told this in my Bible Study one morning, I said, " I am a hooker...A rug hooker. They don't know me very well and I wish I had a camera to take a picture of all of the shocked faces. It was great! </p><p>At that moment in time. I told the Lord, I won't be like Gomer, I will only be a rug hooker if you want me to be one. I shut that desire down in my mind and I just focused on counted cross stitch because at the time, embroidery thread was 23 cents a skein. A few months later, <a href="https://fieldofmydreams.blogspot.com/search?q=jacque+wool+hooking">Jacque, from Doodles of my </a>Mind came to the rescue. There is a whole lot more on this particular blog post. She sent me a box of everything and got me all set up. Now when I am at Bible Study, ladies walk by and whisper out of the corner of their mouths, " Hey there hooker, working on any rugs." I even have a lady who wants to come learn how. Its so weird that in California, people just don't know what it is, unless you find someone who's Mom or grandmother hooked rugs. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0CD-Hnv2l3owVknEmA77yMbm3Wg1T3gu-RQz5P2_T2f7XSUcGAkKzCTd-ufE-kuVCLZWbGXuni8uJ9vyYNM6WSj_WUkXg1JI6WtPt_T_RM-_r33MHs3AgkbN5EeWtNCFaz5j83qDLYbKEeHVIBnVdyPotwMxsDNmhf_yumF3KAAXW-IDKPXJSeU2H/s1600/029.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0CD-Hnv2l3owVknEmA77yMbm3Wg1T3gu-RQz5P2_T2f7XSUcGAkKzCTd-ufE-kuVCLZWbGXuni8uJ9vyYNM6WSj_WUkXg1JI6WtPt_T_RM-_r33MHs3AgkbN5EeWtNCFaz5j83qDLYbKEeHVIBnVdyPotwMxsDNmhf_yumF3KAAXW-IDKPXJSeU2H/w400-h300/029.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>So needless to say, every time I pick up my hook, use my wool cutter or start a new rug. I am so thankful that I get to do what I love. Nothing calms my heart and my spirit like hooking rugs. <p></p><p>I hope that you have all been well and you have all been in my thoughts. Its so nice to have a working computer. I just can't write a blog on my phone. I do not want a laptop either. Though I am really having to jump through hoops now to find pictures. To get the pictures off my phone and from the cloud. I have been gone so long, I even had to jump through hoops to get back to my blog and not sign into your blogs as anonymous. </p><p>Happy Febuary.</p><p>~Kim~</p><p><br /><br /> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_mVU_aO_mcNtvKh21jxV2ckypWI-n-9RVPHtdUWjiYA0X3BC0Mc3mAsfkLPitHnK6VNLembrMA_9trV5MtutQjU2fl8AYK5kUbYiyZFnpbFeA-rzi9pmFAGsmIYS8G1msPABOib8U8mhH52fS6f3prHyBt3oCXsXKTEX1Rem3LvoTQGPRibSuWUmm/s1600/065.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_mVU_aO_mcNtvKh21jxV2ckypWI-n-9RVPHtdUWjiYA0X3BC0Mc3mAsfkLPitHnK6VNLembrMA_9trV5MtutQjU2fl8AYK5kUbYiyZFnpbFeA-rzi9pmFAGsmIYS8G1msPABOib8U8mhH52fS6f3prHyBt3oCXsXKTEX1Rem3LvoTQGPRibSuWUmm/w400-h300/065.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> “Probably more pests can be controlled in an armchair in front of a February fire with a garden notebook and a seed catalog that can ever be knocked out in hand-to-hand combat in the garden.” ― Neely Turner<br /><p></p><p><br /> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /> <br /></p>Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-32289772034830604072023-01-09T11:02:00.000-08:002023-01-09T11:02:00.956-08:00Rainy Days<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSU_xr2RbyengK2nUIfP5_06kX8GA79k8LBcTHiEAnTNaTSoMHDGYnwj4oi5fnBYYC-3HZP5GqiJlMzGV880Ay5AY6QASGsJ7oegqXtSJheFdTirjZv5b3vtKU_VTrYtHKcgZIdwSvxrAlTuhNiDZF3JOWJewhRiABqmUauj9_pqXGwQQ6u1LrnKF_/s2592/april%20photos%20012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1944" data-original-width="2592" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSU_xr2RbyengK2nUIfP5_06kX8GA79k8LBcTHiEAnTNaTSoMHDGYnwj4oi5fnBYYC-3HZP5GqiJlMzGV880Ay5AY6QASGsJ7oegqXtSJheFdTirjZv5b3vtKU_VTrYtHKcgZIdwSvxrAlTuhNiDZF3JOWJewhRiABqmUauj9_pqXGwQQ6u1LrnKF_/w400-h300/april%20photos%20012.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> This is a picture from a different year and not this one. This year, we only have brief glimpses of blue skies. Not that I am complaining mind you. Its just rain every day is so different. If you watch the news or You Tube you can see how Northern California is having record amounts of rain. Here hasn't been too bad. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUmyUCLI8Ok9DQbgbvDY_MGUtjbYLcheSHTbelx3fNWj1XzEzzGcsITUsQN3mS7YGjg4PxVED8VTSSxlQYHJZuwJSm56_B5Q86_UHZXZip51YhQwKSDBMXXVjHNWX7yMcBofJJnBCTOUqUD2aCMs6waC0DKjI4CWOgWiJQmB8QvBrN-xvwiyeYIQS_/s1600/Picture%20012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUmyUCLI8Ok9DQbgbvDY_MGUtjbYLcheSHTbelx3fNWj1XzEzzGcsITUsQN3mS7YGjg4PxVED8VTSSxlQYHJZuwJSm56_B5Q86_UHZXZip51YhQwKSDBMXXVjHNWX7yMcBofJJnBCTOUqUD2aCMs6waC0DKjI4CWOgWiJQmB8QvBrN-xvwiyeYIQS_/w400-h300/Picture%20012.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Last week was pretty exciting wasn't it? It took fifteen votes to get a new speaker of the house. I just enjoyed it so much. Being sort of a history buff, my mind went back to the time Aaron Burr wanted to be President and tried to go around Thomas Jefferson. I always find it amusing that there are times when Bakersfield is in the news. When Chief Justice Warren, was in charge of the Warren Commission.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He was from Bakersfield and his Dad was murdered here and it is still an unsolved crime. Now we have Kevin as speaker. While I can say, I am not wild about his politics. He was a nice kid and he had the greatest parents in the world. I am glad that the 20 seem to have won out if what they got in way of concession is true. So I am trying to be really careful here so I will stop, but I have become pretty jaded.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My daughter thought it might be fun if I said what books I was reading right now. Well, it fills me with fear. I will list them. It will tell a lot about me I am afraid. For Christmas I got the Two volume set called, One Nation Under Blackmail, by Whitney Webb</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Devils Chessboard by David Talbot</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Poisoner in Chief. by Stephen Kinzer. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I do read fun stuff too. Like Christy and Julie by Catherine Marshall. Those are my favorites every January. Then what ever shows up in my Kindle. I have read some really odd books. I love books that are written by local people that tell stories from their area of the U.S. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am working on a large rug I drew out when I first started hooking. Since at the time I only knew of Polly Minick it was a pattern she offered. That is how long I have had this rug. Its a chicken rug of course. When I get some more hooked on it I will post pictures. We bought a travel trailer and I want to make a rug for that. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I finished my rug from Cammie Bruce, I Love My Black Dog.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_45l1A6TRCWxvCll612T8Hqou27HDOj0XxwUAxo-YjHKEdHGfDfL_5VwsrXm2eAi9L__7nwNxGr97fdeQCZvE3OrhdQKxypumbIR7NmAi8GpIRkOXDJ4dfrM9M2FSCB13rcn2rsIteoUbLOimMs-cAwyuatgveAHyDOzR3DyD3jWO-3cZyBi-RkT9/s1474/fixed%20dog%20rug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1041" data-original-width="1474" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_45l1A6TRCWxvCll612T8Hqou27HDOj0XxwUAxo-YjHKEdHGfDfL_5VwsrXm2eAi9L__7nwNxGr97fdeQCZvE3OrhdQKxypumbIR7NmAi8GpIRkOXDJ4dfrM9M2FSCB13rcn2rsIteoUbLOimMs-cAwyuatgveAHyDOzR3DyD3jWO-3cZyBi-RkT9/w400-h283/fixed%20dog%20rug.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>It was hard and still is because I really miss my black dog. I have never been this long without a dog in my whole life. I just don't know if I can do it again. I keep hoping it will change, but I am still on the fence about it. </p><p>So if you are still here. Thank you for stopping by. I am sorry I haven't been about to blog or visit. I am having computer issues and that I even made it today to blog. Maybe I should just break down and get a new computer but then it would mean learning even more things. Trying to get my pictures out of the cloud now is time consuming. </p><p>Have a great week.</p><p>~Kim~</p><p>“Evil is real - and powerful. It has to be fought, not explained away, not fled. And God is against evil all the way. So each of us has to decide where WE stand, how we're going to live OUR lives. We can try to persuade ourselves that evil doesn't exist; live for ourselves and wink at evil. We can say that it isn't so bad after all, maybe even try to call it fun by clothing it in silks and velvets. We can compromise with it, keep quiet about it and say it's none of our business. Or we can work on God's side, listen for His orders on strategy against the evil, no matter how horrible it is, and know that He can transform it.”<br />― Catherine Marshall, Christy<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><p><br /></p>Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-11625897378571424792023-01-01T09:32:00.002-08:002023-01-01T09:32:22.593-08:00Hello 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyOCsHz-CvAsWo3HjbwrkQqqVd2aKKuaOkK2aEzdq_JQoTEz0788HjVMR32KQVb_dtJ4F_9dlQfgJS8pXqdTdnoNjcNbGiBj35MV0Cwdb0z_0xX4GhTs0DYF6YICTAk3J0Qz3KQh9_tOGHgehvQDyAAMcVMTCXJq1Z7MdGqpUQeAV0AzYdIWA1BGY9/s1600/094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyOCsHz-CvAsWo3HjbwrkQqqVd2aKKuaOkK2aEzdq_JQoTEz0788HjVMR32KQVb_dtJ4F_9dlQfgJS8pXqdTdnoNjcNbGiBj35MV0Cwdb0z_0xX4GhTs0DYF6YICTAk3J0Qz3KQh9_tOGHgehvQDyAAMcVMTCXJq1Z7MdGqpUQeAV0AzYdIWA1BGY9/w300-h400/094.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /> I just wanted to stop by this sadly, neglected blog and wish all of you a Happy New Year! One filled with blessings and wonderful days. <p></p><p>We have had lots of rain. My favorite quote by John Steinbeck,"<br /><br />" I have spoken of the rich years when the rainfall was plentiful. But there were dry years too, and they put terror on the valley. The water came in thirty-year cycle. There would be five or six wet and wonderful years when there might be nineteen to twenty-five inches of rain, and the land would shout with grass. Then would come six or seven pretty good years of twelve to sixteen inches of rain. And then the dry years would come, and sometimes there would be only seven or eight inches of rain. The land dried up and the grasses headed out miserably a few inches high and great bare scabby places appeared in the valley. People would have to haul water in barrels to their farms for drinking. Some families would sell out for nearly nothing and move away. And it never failed that during the dry years the people forgot about the rich years and during the wet years they lost all memory of the dry years. It was always that way."</p><p>So it looks like we might have a tiny wet year this year. I am not making any plans. That is a first time for me, ever. I just want to enjoy each day for itself, and look neither ahead nor behind, but accept what each day brings and how I can see the silver lining in each dark cloud. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_BbRLyeH03lxYgrWS8BmLIlHto5bTk_S4FXPzYv31P4hZWao4BV3jbRCCfih5PYTd_2B0wqOFmTaitlaPHa4BB2R5MAD0fI4Azsu8-yNMhGClFaywqPqCuTIlgrBULX52JIBirX_NfkgmXjPaZ1xVpt5VA1y3IyidfvMkfOMM7ACN_Vscu-MOueaD/s2048/iphone%20pictures%2010-17-16%20107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_BbRLyeH03lxYgrWS8BmLIlHto5bTk_S4FXPzYv31P4hZWao4BV3jbRCCfih5PYTd_2B0wqOFmTaitlaPHa4BB2R5MAD0fI4Azsu8-yNMhGClFaywqPqCuTIlgrBULX52JIBirX_NfkgmXjPaZ1xVpt5VA1y3IyidfvMkfOMM7ACN_Vscu-MOueaD/w400-h400/iphone%20pictures%2010-17-16%20107.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> I will be back soon. I just wanted to wish you all a wonderful start to 2023. <p></p><p>~Kim~</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicpauyw4ssl3XMlHTII258jJIEe5rkDL3jd8PeRb57m-3fTp33gJayXh45ZOrk40wfx5nqrjb5yGEtnCmNeEVm3zzXmM5jK9mhQQadhzGmHeqB--aId5w09wZMIa8Gqo7D4-I-vgfP6FrEHxECafyfSctBII2S8eIJ2AnxzLecsuEazavr0grdyXN-/s1024/CrystalCove13_0026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicpauyw4ssl3XMlHTII258jJIEe5rkDL3jd8PeRb57m-3fTp33gJayXh45ZOrk40wfx5nqrjb5yGEtnCmNeEVm3zzXmM5jK9mhQQadhzGmHeqB--aId5w09wZMIa8Gqo7D4-I-vgfP6FrEHxECafyfSctBII2S8eIJ2AnxzLecsuEazavr0grdyXN-/w400-h300/CrystalCove13_0026.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>" Lord, give to me a quiet heart</p><p>That does not ask to understand,</p><p>But confident steps forward in</p><p>The darkness guided by Thy hand."</p><p> </p><p>"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;</p><p>in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight."</p><p>Proverbs 3:5-6 <br /></p>Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-34043058308353339702022-12-02T08:01:00.000-08:002022-12-02T08:01:48.221-08:00A Perfect December Day<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRmWvGiKtigbezJ_RMRg7xDt5E_yqIBI7mejB4LN1ZQeHfxZ-qBhK5ayAUjY6LKIyOIEBZYoqA5IPek0n83C6y3UKUDwNVvJpHQohSdU3mdsWaE8rJoH-POYF68sRXZ11eBRxSp7aTYrWeuN_AtIKUdZ2r2blDC-EMD00PF4PMtTx8IDlZmpDlDkgY/s2048/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1128" data-original-width="2048" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRmWvGiKtigbezJ_RMRg7xDt5E_yqIBI7mejB4LN1ZQeHfxZ-qBhK5ayAUjY6LKIyOIEBZYoqA5IPek0n83C6y3UKUDwNVvJpHQohSdU3mdsWaE8rJoH-POYF68sRXZ11eBRxSp7aTYrWeuN_AtIKUdZ2r2blDC-EMD00PF4PMtTx8IDlZmpDlDkgY/w400-h220/023.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> Good Morning,<p></p><p>We had a very nice storm last night. The wind blew the trees free of their leaves. Now the limbs that have been clothed in leaves and now without the reds, and the yellows and browns. They have removed last years clothes and hopefully will have a long winter nap. Its cold and crisp and the rain washed the air. Which means, fog might be a thing by morning. I love foggy days best. I love how it smells like a freezer. I love watching the fire and I love having the Christmas tree be the light in the house. I have so many lovely thoughts to think about this year. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPqB8vl-GVMuKDxEiLK9I4rPVHnsrJRTksbYD5-5pst06ZlTULjf9OInBQsb3_YSFe3RQ33iXn6Wdw9BGBi_6mjKN046eSCR-7IG84HRcaenNwSv9mGwdqMfjVLolI2I9NqfCcw5ZqD8EByimUX63Q3Ba9DrMtP2cSqjqOJYizwwzQVfDZmNU4Tf4j/s600/winter%20windmill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPqB8vl-GVMuKDxEiLK9I4rPVHnsrJRTksbYD5-5pst06ZlTULjf9OInBQsb3_YSFe3RQ33iXn6Wdw9BGBi_6mjKN046eSCR-7IG84HRcaenNwSv9mGwdqMfjVLolI2I9NqfCcw5ZqD8EByimUX63Q3Ba9DrMtP2cSqjqOJYizwwzQVfDZmNU4Tf4j/w320-h400/winter%20windmill.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Since we rarely get snow. I just get to imagine making snow angels. The last time it snowed here, it was January 25, 1999. We got 4-6 inches of snow. It was also a blue moon that year. The irony still amuses me. My youngest was two and he was so sure it was going to snow that year, I couldn't believe it when it did. It has only snowed here 28 times since 1937. Compared to about 272 sunny days every year, give or take. <div><br /></div><div>I cleaned closets yesterday. I have the cutest Christmas flag, that I put up someplace last year. So this year I can't find it. I have cleaned out drawers and cupboards and gone through boxes. Not in anything I have searched. I even went out the the garage and went though boxes out there. You know how rabbit trails are, I even cleaned and straightened my wool and my patterns. I cleaned my linen closet which is really where I store my finished rugs. My quest still failed. I did have the thought, when I said to myself, " I have looked everywhere! and the voice said," if you had looked everywhere you would have found it. Keep Looking!" So of course you know what that means? No hooking was accomplished yesterday. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEildvymmjYta5Xo8QQVwaPDs6dwW2ntE7MpXVVWGfflejBetLkkwuCsucZR3UqOkyBeQWP-enH5nUxfxqKpmbOoEtAWSqKuTv2LbMZbs2_Tln0ODiyH5ZyB4MYRINnEnKx3F51aJprmkit4wfl-KmuiZvdGzVTPM5h4hfyrDNC4_dK4hsyMZ2T9vdY8/s2048/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEildvymmjYta5Xo8QQVwaPDs6dwW2ntE7MpXVVWGfflejBetLkkwuCsucZR3UqOkyBeQWP-enH5nUxfxqKpmbOoEtAWSqKuTv2LbMZbs2_Tln0ODiyH5ZyB4MYRINnEnKx3F51aJprmkit4wfl-KmuiZvdGzVTPM5h4hfyrDNC4_dK4hsyMZ2T9vdY8/w400-h300/008.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div>So begins December. I did finish decorating for Christmas. I wanted to stop in and write a blog.</div><div>Storms to me are really so rare and so exciting. I was up at four-thirty. I looked out the window to see how much rain was falling. Out in the middle of the yard, I saw what looked like in the dark a figure crouched in the yard. I might have thought about going back to sleep, but that woke me straight up. I stared and stared out the window. It finally dawned on me it was the cover to the fire pit. Well of course, I couldn't let it stay out there, so I went out in the rain to get it. I came back sopping wet, but </div><div>it made the coffee taste better and the fire prettier and when I did get dressed, my clothes were even warmer. So I guess you could say, I go a bit crazy in the rain and life is always a matter of perspective. </div><div>Rain in December just makes me very happy. Rain anytime makes me happy. Throw in a bit of wind and I am one happy camper. </div><div>So if you have got this far in a very mundane post. Thank you. I hope you have a lovely day, on this second day of December. </div><div>~Kim~</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh26yPbntAo3rJ94PK9nRqKZMB2UxIwTcv-Az5ogyFzdGxHl6T-9ZoSRgB4b_YaYj2WsVyaZnqoi4sHqWXh3p5OMEZGYXWgm51Mh99-aYq_iYPSdrY9xQVK_7p8ALQlElEeFumzPirTm3yB3aCo7Ueu3RYDVCqOOyZfOqxQigWQRLvByTfysHudam7E/s2048/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh26yPbntAo3rJ94PK9nRqKZMB2UxIwTcv-Az5ogyFzdGxHl6T-9ZoSRgB4b_YaYj2WsVyaZnqoi4sHqWXh3p5OMEZGYXWgm51Mh99-aYq_iYPSdrY9xQVK_7p8ALQlElEeFumzPirTm3yB3aCo7Ueu3RYDVCqOOyZfOqxQigWQRLvByTfysHudam7E/w300-h400/041.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div><div>“December: A month of lights, snow, coziness, and feasts; time to make amends and tie up loose ends; finish what you started and make your wishes come true.”</div><div>— unknown</div></div><div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p></div>Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-56474323342454003792022-11-26T10:29:00.002-08:002022-11-26T10:31:17.435-08:00On To December<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPy7XH_UzP_AXQtbjd4h6ahCrSb8bSj-07R3xDeNEK_QZWgl8nsKha4W7P1NduVRGo6swn8kltavHdIAyKoTb_tOamm3ll31q3jVX-DbrJmXxLu-PcJAHJ0Y6pnh01Iat73HYXN2LXs4PfeCXU6tBg_Cw6gD2mBPPeylnj1wOVU45bZC2EUf_ZAxsT/s1545/IMG_5075%20(2).PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1545" data-original-width="1242" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPy7XH_UzP_AXQtbjd4h6ahCrSb8bSj-07R3xDeNEK_QZWgl8nsKha4W7P1NduVRGo6swn8kltavHdIAyKoTb_tOamm3ll31q3jVX-DbrJmXxLu-PcJAHJ0Y6pnh01Iat73HYXN2LXs4PfeCXU6tBg_Cw6gD2mBPPeylnj1wOVU45bZC2EUf_ZAxsT/w321-h400/IMG_5075%20(2).PNG" width="321" /></a></div><br /> I do hope all of you had a lovely Thanksgiving. We did, but am I ready to get back to normal. I am already tired of leftovers. I didn't do a turkey this year but chicken quarters. I put them in a brine like I normally do my turkey and they were fantastic. I am glad I decided to have chicken because the kids I have who live here ate earlier in the day at the outlaws. Then they came here for dinner, which they really weren't hungry for but had desert. We had a nice evening anyway just visiting and talking. We did a zoom call with the families that live in other places and our grandchildren who were born after everyone moved got to see cousins they haven't met. Its a odd place but I am so thankful that we can see each other and not have to only wait for letters. All in all it was a nice day. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK5THIcNk5i9EzFS__uAUlKfV1qrVwgEWUuq7sF7KFSugKLKX5-jkn6TJ3oM6LBZTlN7T0J0WKFpHUhMFZMTZztxUEaNE1PYV5yfXP8VHi6v1UfdsT0FStGg0CCBNIfI82aEmZl7wu5DWhfXdvorGrMNTWEBxjoXLu3sWlfs-1nQlp9SzcZRwho19W/s720/Geese.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="493" data-original-width="720" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK5THIcNk5i9EzFS__uAUlKfV1qrVwgEWUuq7sF7KFSugKLKX5-jkn6TJ3oM6LBZTlN7T0J0WKFpHUhMFZMTZztxUEaNE1PYV5yfXP8VHi6v1UfdsT0FStGg0CCBNIfI82aEmZl7wu5DWhfXdvorGrMNTWEBxjoXLu3sWlfs-1nQlp9SzcZRwho19W/w400-h274/Geese.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>We have a golf course very close to here. You cannot believe how huge the flock of Canadian Geese are that live there. Sometimes when I am out driving early in the morning they will be flying around the golf course and there are so many it boggles the mind. I would love to go and watch them some day. You know, I really never wanted to live on a gold course, but I would this one because of the crazy amount of wild life that lives there. I would only want to be on a golf course so I could drive a golf cart around. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfdqX_1Q5mxUiBOE0n4EmWldQ4o-WEtm_LCm2ncvbM12tRj9zi65xI7yOTc7_0hYxkFE-NJfQ5Im6O1815iJE1rGk9k1P-NWsWbZmVbRfBmVwlL-x28j-X2aogDetBGaBfjQwll4Rm1mGQl2dE_JnNuCrJooE9oPiS5caC0rqTO2bHdI6qzQ0TvMSw/s1600/1080_MSU3203.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfdqX_1Q5mxUiBOE0n4EmWldQ4o-WEtm_LCm2ncvbM12tRj9zi65xI7yOTc7_0hYxkFE-NJfQ5Im6O1815iJE1rGk9k1P-NWsWbZmVbRfBmVwlL-x28j-X2aogDetBGaBfjQwll4Rm1mGQl2dE_JnNuCrJooE9oPiS5caC0rqTO2bHdI6qzQ0TvMSw/w400-h225/1080_MSU3203.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> The trees around here are finally changing color. We have had quite a few mornings with freezing temperatures so the trees are really vibrant and red and yellow. I have enjoyed the color very much. <p></p><p>speaking of color here is the new wool I bought from Heavens to Betsy. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipukcd8Ib3twOtv9kodoNnu_JYEOp-TBR-skEdEk7xf-1DqM5-626uX2Wl7UjO-03oEguYIa6WUUeprfDFzPOqMuQ1A9bjQZUQiClLv-zThc10fGpu1RiOV3aaUrFotRfSWlKEj9-6KoZK8fv5Gnt_SFmJbWzQD3VQnd1_7cPyTZXUmHX6cWmI9KNu/s2941/IMG_5717%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1786" data-original-width="2941" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipukcd8Ib3twOtv9kodoNnu_JYEOp-TBR-skEdEk7xf-1DqM5-626uX2Wl7UjO-03oEguYIa6WUUeprfDFzPOqMuQ1A9bjQZUQiClLv-zThc10fGpu1RiOV3aaUrFotRfSWlKEj9-6KoZK8fv5Gnt_SFmJbWzQD3VQnd1_7cPyTZXUmHX6cWmI9KNu/w400-h243/IMG_5717%20(2).JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> Its such nice wool. I think the hardest thing of all is to cut this sometimes. I really do love to sit and look at it. But today I will be cutting it because I need to finish up this cute rug by Cammie Bruce.<p></p><p><br /> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMoFnocmFqxU9Qo_rJzAYPad0i3tUPCTY8HAWZ_eL4obrOkQz4ky669QRUvnduQvxH3juQgV38W5vbU0GjMPCR3bqIpHog0LbhYpJGnzrWyboLb2RH4DuArIm7afX3zPL8sBnn6uY4FsiY6vInHBaEZ0kp2jnZiVn2Ro8UY4pcff_xVrH7MjE2T32Y/s2612/IMG_5715%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1830" data-original-width="2612" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMoFnocmFqxU9Qo_rJzAYPad0i3tUPCTY8HAWZ_eL4obrOkQz4ky669QRUvnduQvxH3juQgV38W5vbU0GjMPCR3bqIpHog0LbhYpJGnzrWyboLb2RH4DuArIm7afX3zPL8sBnn6uY4FsiY6vInHBaEZ0kp2jnZiVn2Ro8UY4pcff_xVrH7MjE2T32Y/w400-h280/IMG_5715%20(2).JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p>I am still undecided about the ear. I will keep hooking though and see how I feel about it later. It seems like once I start reverse hooking I end up not stopping until I completely almost start over. I hope to work on this when I get off the computer. </p><p>I also have been making candles and soap. I used to do that years and years ago when I had young kids. Then life gets busy and I stopped. One day I was thinking about those things I used to love to do and I remembered. So I am having to relearn all of this again. Things have changed for the better I think when it comes to making candles and soap. When I made soap a long time ago, I used what ever I could find, old boxes or crates and lined with plastic wrap for soap molds now I have the nicest soap molds to use. I made goat milk and honey soap and then clear soap. Both smell wonderful and are so nice to use.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9dnhhl2vEXizfXJAP7u-YLUmg3a_cmYGIf69GWJGYMFYkXqTbutwmw_yDCRcKTLOXeoxwAQNPCgfCc4r__ASwddpJ8bRswulUX-a2IuTIHCTwDcsGqKrkANHNzvIcdySbBPqVajTd9VgnPt9EZON1_YEpm5yHmxE4-a--fqpieInNljXrGJtJ5TzM/s2326/IMG_5720%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2229" data-original-width="2326" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9dnhhl2vEXizfXJAP7u-YLUmg3a_cmYGIf69GWJGYMFYkXqTbutwmw_yDCRcKTLOXeoxwAQNPCgfCc4r__ASwddpJ8bRswulUX-a2IuTIHCTwDcsGqKrkANHNzvIcdySbBPqVajTd9VgnPt9EZON1_YEpm5yHmxE4-a--fqpieInNljXrGJtJ5TzM/w400-h384/IMG_5720%20(2).JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhET9plwXpK6LU20kYHzCQJ7Dcc-CF6wI1oEl2rZ4pgQpBRyOGLuLeeE15OE7PhhcTZfvofPYscsVlVx0BUudIhzB7hJO41l1TSru1_Z53z6rxftUL_19B-TRrf5KUde1Ifh97Om3BSNTJ0IfQVL_2b391POTvqdpSorbFgUPalrF3jKvQ_DN1GXCLd/s2671/IMG_5719%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2576" data-original-width="2671" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhET9plwXpK6LU20kYHzCQJ7Dcc-CF6wI1oEl2rZ4pgQpBRyOGLuLeeE15OE7PhhcTZfvofPYscsVlVx0BUudIhzB7hJO41l1TSru1_Z53z6rxftUL_19B-TRrf5KUde1Ifh97Om3BSNTJ0IfQVL_2b391POTvqdpSorbFgUPalrF3jKvQ_DN1GXCLd/w400-h386/IMG_5719%20(2).JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLyTYqGEv-RxgXN_MvAbLcfATIxfgAI6NREw6hxQV659d5pMJuAaa4pos9r6wcmKeFMY_jTKLMqrZIOl7M8MrRwOz8UgyUSeqgrwdjztZPL3veXD4q3H1uD1oKSW8a5UIRNhTuD-omIXGfNUAJDTq0f3bhThZvddNGwM9y4eLafYcbHYOoeoehF-8T/s3321/IMG_5723%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3321" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLyTYqGEv-RxgXN_MvAbLcfATIxfgAI6NREw6hxQV659d5pMJuAaa4pos9r6wcmKeFMY_jTKLMqrZIOl7M8MrRwOz8UgyUSeqgrwdjztZPL3veXD4q3H1uD1oKSW8a5UIRNhTuD-omIXGfNUAJDTq0f3bhThZvddNGwM9y4eLafYcbHYOoeoehF-8T/w364-h400/IMG_5723%20(2).JPG" width="364" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiPBaeqXU5rff61ZQGh4ITZV_iknx31vovJxtjT0xyQIjYMkKXNVGzt-WQ4QNWx2Z5MhfZj2IP8Xme-uq7VfxIucnwqmvniBRzw5bw3B18flTTVQV1A0Z8PpWOIntg8dnK9Y0YW3UqdDelfxQwedNPxNbUqusKCQh09RKjwRafz1PKtyNwA6sm2DHU/s3474/IMG_5724%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3474" data-original-width="2676" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiPBaeqXU5rff61ZQGh4ITZV_iknx31vovJxtjT0xyQIjYMkKXNVGzt-WQ4QNWx2Z5MhfZj2IP8Xme-uq7VfxIucnwqmvniBRzw5bw3B18flTTVQV1A0Z8PpWOIntg8dnK9Y0YW3UqdDelfxQwedNPxNbUqusKCQh09RKjwRafz1PKtyNwA6sm2DHU/w308-h400/IMG_5724%20(2).JPG" width="308" /></a></div><p>I love making candles in these tiny ball blue jars. I found some one day I was shopping and I knew what I would do with them. I am so glad that I get to do these things again. It makes my brain feel rested in the same place that dyeing wool makes me feel. Very relaxed and calm. </p><p>So just a little of what I have been doing to keep myself entertained. Three more weeks and I will be on my winter vacation. I have been a leader this year in Bible Study Fellowship. I have also been attending a Bible Study at my church. That has kept me busier than I thought I would be and I have felt like I am working full time. I love it but it does keep me from blogging. </p><p>So as we look from November to December, I wonder at the speed of which 2022 has flown by. </p><p>Thank you for stopping by if you still read this once and a while blog. I really do appreciate it. </p><p>~Kim~</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnuryCMgB7OY7G4zTaum0xONcGCNXMrh14qXLHbTYzqy78jpT33PbneTXr4TcWoHFE19YrKVzrgldi9CzcN3wBA1-voG2BXVUCx0D6AXkJ2kVfOohvjtRpz0Mr8eiBZitJBXEnPloT7jPjEXQo6M_hfZHNLAB_qrJIoK5moBVbDItyX9pioHAmLyuL/s1452/IMG_5092%20(2).PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1452" data-original-width="1242" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnuryCMgB7OY7G4zTaum0xONcGCNXMrh14qXLHbTYzqy78jpT33PbneTXr4TcWoHFE19YrKVzrgldi9CzcN3wBA1-voG2BXVUCx0D6AXkJ2kVfOohvjtRpz0Mr8eiBZitJBXEnPloT7jPjEXQo6M_hfZHNLAB_qrJIoK5moBVbDItyX9pioHAmLyuL/w343-h400/IMG_5092%20(2).PNG" width="343" /></a></div><p>This was my goal I made for 2022. I think I did a pretty good job this year as I set my sights forward and not back. K.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-23492094985661653532022-10-18T08:21:00.000-07:002022-10-18T08:21:14.013-07:00Mid October<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqvTAVT18wiIOToqJhQKyljTrE8Het7ZvA7bEt7tl5V0ZNkIBiOLNwiL1D1FpnqYy0xpkvs0R1881BFyz7Oy76V1_ZsTASCaFGHPCJnKHq3VOWO7xBubnaG3-owMztQcmpf9OZKvX4O-3QzMAbnrU9yv30eo7rUNlUMyFjNFUV5UfuEC930lg_mUGm/s2592/april%20photos%20013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="1944" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqvTAVT18wiIOToqJhQKyljTrE8Het7ZvA7bEt7tl5V0ZNkIBiOLNwiL1D1FpnqYy0xpkvs0R1881BFyz7Oy76V1_ZsTASCaFGHPCJnKHq3VOWO7xBubnaG3-owMztQcmpf9OZKvX4O-3QzMAbnrU9yv30eo7rUNlUMyFjNFUV5UfuEC930lg_mUGm/w300-h400/april%20photos%20013.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /> I thought to myself if I don't write some kind of blog, my blog could just disappear. I should keep a notebook of the goings on so I could tell you what I have been doing for so long. <p></p><p>Peter and Belle got married,</p><p>Ron had a car wreck.</p><p>Ben and Megan were in a car wreck. (Same week as Ron) All are okay. </p><p>I became a Bible Study leader in Bible Study Fellowship</p><p>Then of course, it was hot. My brain just begins to get so tired to the heat, I think I become just a slug. </p><p>That was just what I can think of off the top of my head. </p><p>I have done some rug hooking too. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1r2e-o1FkXLWKZcsZ1D-f0coIOw3vDt7LVYMzPTRYeYAS_lOX_AUP0xRxMprUYnqOE3VG6ClDrCDjAhPBR3Q0Z65GWMJ_7nBsURiNj2JDDGpD6u44gq0gA-UHJxfMXIWlRzQZYo_VvfIHqlQ6TvePiV4Lsty42CS_1NeuTrNKYsB3Omll1zu7Ms5F/s4032/IMG_5652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1r2e-o1FkXLWKZcsZ1D-f0coIOw3vDt7LVYMzPTRYeYAS_lOX_AUP0xRxMprUYnqOE3VG6ClDrCDjAhPBR3Q0Z65GWMJ_7nBsURiNj2JDDGpD6u44gq0gA-UHJxfMXIWlRzQZYo_VvfIHqlQ6TvePiV4Lsty42CS_1NeuTrNKYsB3Omll1zu7Ms5F/w300-h400/IMG_5652.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p>Halloween Gothic. Great pattern. Its really a fun rug. The Wool'n Gardener Therese Shick. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Y1rzRPw80UTQ-PaOQw5iOswljx8iDwaqOb7-y02S1m5ynCwj6EJzI_v9-jvzmnR7lnRNAtJrTjF8jMptj9e8bfzuBVrboAOak9R6gGF8EWHrWQCBxbLJWa2KtTTm4s3DqV_CxtvGjtn9HHlWhRycqdX1KS_hpqHr7HAwFaxUbiLJ84oAyt4q21tQ/s4032/IMG_5654.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Y1rzRPw80UTQ-PaOQw5iOswljx8iDwaqOb7-y02S1m5ynCwj6EJzI_v9-jvzmnR7lnRNAtJrTjF8jMptj9e8bfzuBVrboAOak9R6gGF8EWHrWQCBxbLJWa2KtTTm4s3DqV_CxtvGjtn9HHlWhRycqdX1KS_hpqHr7HAwFaxUbiLJ84oAyt4q21tQ/s320/IMG_5654.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>Baskets of Wool by Cammie Bruce. I have wanted to do that pumpkin since the first time I saw it when I was brand new to rug hooking. I still love it so much. You can't really tell it in the picture but the polka dots are different shades of purple. <div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt9_nlq8O907UI7GtSm0BV667DHvumuQshtAKxK-VKVcZzqCHf_MyrBDYyQ2jbsyzb3sl3gOg3VL_N7W0p9wBNZmhFNgs5bmCyeQR42ZQB9oAkgqLqhgAzJk95HI6smTnr2hsHNE4RArxVVUb6MJY1dIte5iHaAR1vidolY_nyH5Qn71riWQxbkzwc/s4032/IMG_5018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt9_nlq8O907UI7GtSm0BV667DHvumuQshtAKxK-VKVcZzqCHf_MyrBDYyQ2jbsyzb3sl3gOg3VL_N7W0p9wBNZmhFNgs5bmCyeQR42ZQB9oAkgqLqhgAzJk95HI6smTnr2hsHNE4RArxVVUb6MJY1dIte5iHaAR1vidolY_nyH5Qn71riWQxbkzwc/w300-h400/IMG_5018.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>I noticed that I have showed you this before, but I still really like this pattern. I know she has others and I might see about hooking them. I got Magdalena's Goat bound. That was a big rug and it took me quite a while. If you can believe it I have no outstanding rugs to be bound. That is a first for me. But I have quite a stack of patterns. What on earth do you ladies do with all of your rugs? I am out of room to store them and I just wondered. I wish I could put them out but I think I could wall paper the walls with as many rugs as I have now. </div><div><br /></div><div>I just wanted to write a blog and let you know, yes I am still around. Today I am making candles and soap. Something I have wanted to do all summer so today is the day! It cools off outside and my mind goes into overdrive. </div><div><br /></div><div>Have the best day,</div><div>Thank you for stopping by,</div><div>~Kim~</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiptvHX6PHw3g-Bl3qJrQhsp_cn87LNSrFeP1rHDavOM6KB981o2pzepDGqWW1VpIH3zjpsWo8acy6ZofSsUIEd-uhJl9glNVQXH0TYjDD4fps6jH_ZG-pKM5g65SUOVBrhsdbd4I_S4zU2dtYBtAkAR2mB-Ylrktpzckoh7uudFkWM0zWsue6jlgY/s2048/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1474" data-original-width="2048" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiptvHX6PHw3g-Bl3qJrQhsp_cn87LNSrFeP1rHDavOM6KB981o2pzepDGqWW1VpIH3zjpsWo8acy6ZofSsUIEd-uhJl9glNVQXH0TYjDD4fps6jH_ZG-pKM5g65SUOVBrhsdbd4I_S4zU2dtYBtAkAR2mB-Ylrktpzckoh7uudFkWM0zWsue6jlgY/w400-h288/009.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div>“The heart of autumn must have broken here, and poured its treasure upon the leaves.” – Charlotte Bates<br /><p><br /></p></div>Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-75469194404348404842022-08-22T10:17:00.000-07:002022-08-22T10:17:55.059-07:00Late August<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXuNkC20qWM5B5FOVBT49gxjjB4m-hAn1-zTtbIt_pFcp2I3vJUFxIaGvjI9M-kDs4GETRmuoOj2CspCrTv_TK0EzSbD7AdBUDmu8oP7SGsB2fu4m0EJycsgF68eyK77wc_3y1Xesu2-KTlwN8HXY0-zYFR62Yg-Nbwu5Bli2yoRZs8MbR9eaCvqfI/s1881/IMG_5579%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1704" data-original-width="1881" height="363" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXuNkC20qWM5B5FOVBT49gxjjB4m-hAn1-zTtbIt_pFcp2I3vJUFxIaGvjI9M-kDs4GETRmuoOj2CspCrTv_TK0EzSbD7AdBUDmu8oP7SGsB2fu4m0EJycsgF68eyK77wc_3y1Xesu2-KTlwN8HXY0-zYFR62Yg-Nbwu5Bli2yoRZs8MbR9eaCvqfI/w400-h363/IMG_5579%20(2).JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> Good Morning.<p></p><p>I hope you have had a lovely summer. August has been busy for me. I got this bright idea to join a Challenge. The challenge was to do something like drying, or canning or freezing or preparing food for each day for the month of August. It was harder than I thought it would be. I made basil vinegar, granola and mixes for brownies and cookies. I made 25 quarts of pinto and black beans. I haven't used my pressure cooker in so long, it was like having to learn a new skill over again. I still have plans to make soup and stew. Of course, I had to straighten up and clean my pantries. I also tried to use what I had on hand so that was interesting to figure out things to cook by what I had in my pantry. It was very interesting and I realized how rusty I have got since I had kids at home. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3QaCbOHdYIyRqHX-Gexr_75QIA_DCk0bOCoTzF7jzw1jhWIdY2b3ZqBVR5pbRZXrikowUJho2mGnJwuKpzaTzbFaURAWqCFH1fwgsNIyRAoMKjYUf-ovMx37u-HX7fYQp_Y1WRasCBUHLtw6eKxyaoOyjfw0Zdj-SNZ1Wkibo80kGl_vXR1mpjl-V/s2389/IMG_5600%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2325" data-original-width="2389" height="389" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3QaCbOHdYIyRqHX-Gexr_75QIA_DCk0bOCoTzF7jzw1jhWIdY2b3ZqBVR5pbRZXrikowUJho2mGnJwuKpzaTzbFaURAWqCFH1fwgsNIyRAoMKjYUf-ovMx37u-HX7fYQp_Y1WRasCBUHLtw6eKxyaoOyjfw0Zdj-SNZ1Wkibo80kGl_vXR1mpjl-V/w400-h389/IMG_5600%20(2).JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p>I have been working on this when I am not in the kitchen. I still like it and it will look better after it gets steamed. I am hoping by the time I finish it it will not be over 100 degrees. I think we will finish August with every day being over 100. At least its kind of cool in the mornings. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw72892yTjxy5iSP_Di7Chj5rv6yIcrFRPXh_723HTITElZgy78jbW2dmrA2orvtRgSe3_Mxa3ATcGeKysPjIRoVvA9aSc5UenWCnN9VsnNCtUpFdQgCabvy2ltwaczGzNLpwmo4obtXGMwk_GwUGZlFmymbzLxrThAm6JDaW9g987A3Y8PxBINPNY/s2805/IMG_2304%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1947" data-original-width="2805" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw72892yTjxy5iSP_Di7Chj5rv6yIcrFRPXh_723HTITElZgy78jbW2dmrA2orvtRgSe3_Mxa3ATcGeKysPjIRoVvA9aSc5UenWCnN9VsnNCtUpFdQgCabvy2ltwaczGzNLpwmo4obtXGMwk_GwUGZlFmymbzLxrThAm6JDaW9g987A3Y8PxBINPNY/w400-h278/IMG_2304%20(2).JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p>I am still trying to decide if I want a winter garden. Ron is going to try his hand at growing lettuce using hydroponic kit our daughter gave to him. He has always wanted to grow food like that. He has been getting it all ready. It should be fun to see if we can grow giant lettuce and bell peppers. I have some giant pots that I might plant some potatoes in and see what happens, maybe some beets. My tiny garden has done okay. Trying to get the soil conditioned and healthy has been interesting. Such bad soil and so sad, it didn't even grow weeds. In the front flowerbeds, we dug out so much construction mess. They just dug holes and filled it with broken roof tiles, broken cement, broken plaster, and other trash. </p><p>My back garden was just as bad, but it has never had anything in it so we have started from scratch. Its so much better from when we moved in and to see it get healthy is really rewarding. To see bugs return.</p><p>I am sure I will be able to think of other things I have been doing once I quit writing, but nothing is coming to me. I wish you all of the best. </p><p>Have a nice rest of August, and then my goodness, I can't wait until September. </p><p>Bye for now,</p><p>Kim</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiECZMtV8DqrW3EQ8mY4JCuRUuzeB4GZb4Q7sGLLynktUE_7q3-LBgF5lVhZyCfp_eKs-OgD7m0MxoecpyTof0W2_YlRah_C-tHhCdHIh2rLwX6MHlZlGvvurKxM7bzhTNjT7CEjQxLof-B8wBc9i5oKJHuJOM26W365UyEOgERfG_ilYKrX4zR3col/s2592/april%20photos%20050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1944" data-original-width="2592" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiECZMtV8DqrW3EQ8mY4JCuRUuzeB4GZb4Q7sGLLynktUE_7q3-LBgF5lVhZyCfp_eKs-OgD7m0MxoecpyTof0W2_YlRah_C-tHhCdHIh2rLwX6MHlZlGvvurKxM7bzhTNjT7CEjQxLof-B8wBc9i5oKJHuJOM26W365UyEOgERfG_ilYKrX4zR3col/w400-h300/april%20photos%20050.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>"Being a mother is learning about the strengths you didn't know you had...and dealing with</p><p>fears you didn't know existed." (I really hate when I dwell in the land of what ifs.) (When trials never stop and I am afraid that light at the end of the tunnel is really freight train.)<br /></p><p>" God is under no obligation to explain Himself to Me...Imagine that. (My mind blowing thought this last week.) Patsy Clarmont.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-21091728518157750562022-07-29T08:44:00.000-07:002022-07-29T08:44:27.943-07:00Dog Days of Summer<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIOS49cBWQLeyVzRuyvYRmag0q1zUSCs9mwtkfbHJhzmXXFrlXMNvQkpxXRvqDeaBrL2RAMlQdLI9fS1-_O8a_u4lHqRuAeuGrIRC5YVBftZ9qh3SBB2UFW-TenAIAgVvjaMxNLpwMjoWh7M4me_2dOpSW7n8rRyLBVoaIfWZ6iBB4noNhoqlVay-u/s2048/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1852" data-original-width="2048" height="361" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIOS49cBWQLeyVzRuyvYRmag0q1zUSCs9mwtkfbHJhzmXXFrlXMNvQkpxXRvqDeaBrL2RAMlQdLI9fS1-_O8a_u4lHqRuAeuGrIRC5YVBftZ9qh3SBB2UFW-TenAIAgVvjaMxNLpwMjoWh7M4me_2dOpSW7n8rRyLBVoaIfWZ6iBB4noNhoqlVay-u/w400-h361/039.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> </div>One of the things I can keep up on with weather apps on my phone, is what kinds of weather my friends and family are having. Today, its raining is Tucson, with thundershowers this morning. My son in North Carolina, chance of thundershowers this afternoon. As my husband says, we just get shade. We are on day 19 of over 100 degrees. When we start getting at this point in summer, I get happy we are going to start breaking records, and I am so thankful for air conditioning, because I can hook and hook to my hearts content. I finished Magdalena's Goat and got her steamed. It might be awhile before I get her bound though. You know due to the over 100 degree days. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYVRpFkSV2lWIpulYkiiVA2PUHLZjIDSn25R_Ky1lR2oJYs-8c1OVtu739amEqKCQslJ5bHMoAsM1spJBrQAKxqb5SeWdqpf72DIKC-cbiDqEH1PNDY2vuCb9go8rBp5brL5c3qb5PB5dBdqYmu337lO4MGJdf3E_7PM_vfAo2_GkSOGRCpH8sNfYr/s4032/IMG_5569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYVRpFkSV2lWIpulYkiiVA2PUHLZjIDSn25R_Ky1lR2oJYs-8c1OVtu739amEqKCQslJ5bHMoAsM1spJBrQAKxqb5SeWdqpf72DIKC-cbiDqEH1PNDY2vuCb9go8rBp5brL5c3qb5PB5dBdqYmu337lO4MGJdf3E_7PM_vfAo2_GkSOGRCpH8sNfYr/w300-h400/IMG_5569.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>My goal for this rug was to use only worms from my stash. I thought in my mind that I would make a dent in those bags of worms I had from past projects. I was trying to think like Magdalena might have thought and used up what I had. Nope, I didn't even make a dent. I did dig though bags to find colors like the reds when I would run short but I think they reproduce on their own. I feel like I have even more worms than I did before. I would say that this rug tested me in every area of my hooking ability. I would look at pictures online and stare at the pictures, but try as I might, my own style comes through. Which really is that a thing? I don't know but I never could reproduce what I saw. So about from the neck up on the goat, I just hooked for me. I wanted to get to other rugs for fall. Which I already have a jillion of anyway, but I still like the fall color palate. <div><br /></div><div>I dyed wool on Wednesday. I think dyeing wool is like unwrapping presents. Every time I pull something out of the dye pot, its a surprise. I was dyeing colors for this rug. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3L6eCx5-MjaWxksBZW3-6KepWiiENRjzbkwl-jTln_T3SjwSuLPTD6NjVL460ZW9J8LR0CW3GxryTWMTyZf6UOYncI0p3-2v_LT7nZ6-UkHhgAyNzZCHZpEtsJ_F6Y3KyBatWBaoIZA2wOO2hMCIsjSrHHZadPsg72f7uxD210RUe5_rLQUE8VXDt/s4032/IMG_5567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3L6eCx5-MjaWxksBZW3-6KepWiiENRjzbkwl-jTln_T3SjwSuLPTD6NjVL460ZW9J8LR0CW3GxryTWMTyZf6UOYncI0p3-2v_LT7nZ6-UkHhgAyNzZCHZpEtsJ_F6Y3KyBatWBaoIZA2wOO2hMCIsjSrHHZadPsg72f7uxD210RUe5_rLQUE8VXDt/w300-h400/IMG_5567.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div>This is what I am working on now. Halloween Gothic by Therese Shick. I just loved the colors. It says on her Etsy page she is going to be at Sauder in August at Booth #H16. I would love to see her booth if I ever get there. Which I would love to go someday. Here are the colors I dyed.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFh3AfLGRxFiML7IO274Xzmw__USdKRo6zCap27G0pQTeEj6rqAyvdh-y7vaTZJ5KJ5iPWx3i5QFhecPDtNH6Ne9ZIcoP_xhvbqsYGzBcW6SmAS10GcKqmZJRDT7rmL47FQZtlzpSoRBwhBLkfy6GvBY9JkryKfz0UI0t7iuT3vBbMnMkOGRqFkl5f/s4032/IMG_5561.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFh3AfLGRxFiML7IO274Xzmw__USdKRo6zCap27G0pQTeEj6rqAyvdh-y7vaTZJ5KJ5iPWx3i5QFhecPDtNH6Ne9ZIcoP_xhvbqsYGzBcW6SmAS10GcKqmZJRDT7rmL47FQZtlzpSoRBwhBLkfy6GvBY9JkryKfz0UI0t7iuT3vBbMnMkOGRqFkl5f/w300-h400/IMG_5561.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div>I just enjoy overdying colors that I have that might have been for another project and taking out and having something brand new. I even went though all of my wool and folded it and straightened everything out. I have love everything about rug hooking. Hooking, designing and dyeing. I love binding too. There is just something so calming to my soul to have a rug to hook. </div><div><br /></div><div>I noticed this last week that Cammie Bruce reopened her Etsy shop. Baskets of Wool Studio. I was so happy. I have missed her. I ordered some rugs as soon as I saw her notice. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWtt17WyA807yXH8080sz8iOYFGsOO2abPUDtutG9IDY8I0gillwygD0ZtKW6UtnC1gDbNSklWaifmzg_9h-F4IsmW7tUK9TTR8kkdJih-eclGOGkQ4KM8IZPKVUlDlSqRiDnxqnfVJ0GrpdA-0cgbGgkdyQEqd0rMsjSmbMH2UXyCew9dKA_8gMVp/s4032/IMG_5565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWtt17WyA807yXH8080sz8iOYFGsOO2abPUDtutG9IDY8I0gillwygD0ZtKW6UtnC1gDbNSklWaifmzg_9h-F4IsmW7tUK9TTR8kkdJih-eclGOGkQ4KM8IZPKVUlDlSqRiDnxqnfVJ0GrpdA-0cgbGgkdyQEqd0rMsjSmbMH2UXyCew9dKA_8gMVp/w300-h400/IMG_5565.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxuR016HlnVCIkoJqVrAaz88Iqc4JjFqGWgQGL5AAdZuWxAg5ST_hHNGth9VsKDUZNiaoOSsNLmt13s8PBVJMqDY9pF9zVsv41hvTBZHVpzPHGaVGu38PMiCSKzyLIEVNUWhRZosBLS6vHg9mzOP-qS92txNv39uK85xGZ3v1zs4tBqhL2l4E0-xKg/s4032/IMG_5566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxuR016HlnVCIkoJqVrAaz88Iqc4JjFqGWgQGL5AAdZuWxAg5ST_hHNGth9VsKDUZNiaoOSsNLmt13s8PBVJMqDY9pF9zVsv41hvTBZHVpzPHGaVGu38PMiCSKzyLIEVNUWhRZosBLS6vHg9mzOP-qS92txNv39uK85xGZ3v1zs4tBqhL2l4E0-xKg/w300-h400/IMG_5566.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div>That Polka Dot Pumpkin has been on my Pinterest for a long time. I loved it when she first showed it on her blog. I decided it was time I bought it. I bought Love my Black Dog, sort of in remembrance of Sasha. I was going to do it a long time ago, and now I finally have it, but we will see if I can. I just keep hoping this hole in my heart goes away at some point. All those voices in my head that tell me to just buck up and move on and quit being a baby, really are there. When I catch myself, looking for her. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGB0IQ05pgwD0-K_RQI_s4xciJqG3i0ybcQSPV5ZZIsP-EU8bPhIFC8kVKdLSJqKIv1VGTNNNcwan-u5Z9eEwsZwbuLz4YOzRiLy540EweggVcttLz7HI95eE83QKb2WEy-a0zeEpS1iA1IRmLz79vQwWrjaBwMg98RyPYC8iRVA8adBmNqBwz7Vcx/s4032/IMG_5541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGB0IQ05pgwD0-K_RQI_s4xciJqG3i0ybcQSPV5ZZIsP-EU8bPhIFC8kVKdLSJqKIv1VGTNNNcwan-u5Z9eEwsZwbuLz4YOzRiLy540EweggVcttLz7HI95eE83QKb2WEy-a0zeEpS1iA1IRmLz79vQwWrjaBwMg98RyPYC8iRVA8adBmNqBwz7Vcx/w300-h400/IMG_5541.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div>The house we stayed in in Tucson, had all of this Southwest art in it. I loved this painting and I don't know why I like it but you know not really what I have in my house. But I loved this. I would love to do a rug of it at some point. I just loved the colors and everything in it. It makes me think of those pictures I would do as a kid where I would tear different kinds of paper to make mountains and glue pictures on it. Did you ever do that in school? I think it would be nice to do a rug like that. Another thing I liked was on I 10 there is this bridge and I love this sun. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvju07hR5la3XmcKwMag2GbYJcDoCE_HMnS68mo0h2FuDkSFc3pgMNn-QclcYQYnFQQM93FW33CXvbjcfS1OIOIlNOvq6MKndSfzt1XI-1CFK_fD4m9-Gy0oNnmzy0vN3W9soVkSdOOrGEz52cLLewwNEtbvTUMPMKdisYDMTnTS6PC1WOfG393Xub/s4032/IMG_5544.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvju07hR5la3XmcKwMag2GbYJcDoCE_HMnS68mo0h2FuDkSFc3pgMNn-QclcYQYnFQQM93FW33CXvbjcfS1OIOIlNOvq6MKndSfzt1XI-1CFK_fD4m9-Gy0oNnmzy0vN3W9soVkSdOOrGEz52cLLewwNEtbvTUMPMKdisYDMTnTS6PC1WOfG393Xub/w300-h400/IMG_5544.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>I just think it is so cool. I took pictures of that whole wall as we were driving by at 70 miles a hour. It just makes me happy to see it. <div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigNXrFNxlzGRlaULyeGdDq9wFKbZ2CypdjWblOVEowywCKy3mYi3vg64Sqmui0LMSnoiyOlBQh55J4BRw4niN1s9zRMoF4lwJM_AbRPFZgpX5UVjpLaMmL8w488Z_JtlTYeRdCWNHH5KbMvUln7gAF_ErxIWHns_rfLjIGaWMHC5ZjgFia2d_Kjd2v/s4000/IMG_2339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2248" data-original-width="4000" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigNXrFNxlzGRlaULyeGdDq9wFKbZ2CypdjWblOVEowywCKy3mYi3vg64Sqmui0LMSnoiyOlBQh55J4BRw4niN1s9zRMoF4lwJM_AbRPFZgpX5UVjpLaMmL8w488Z_JtlTYeRdCWNHH5KbMvUln7gAF_ErxIWHns_rfLjIGaWMHC5ZjgFia2d_Kjd2v/w400-h225/IMG_2339.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><div>Well its almost August. I have all of these lovely rug patterns to hook and so many nice things to think about and adjust. Thank you for stopping by. I really thought about doing a Twaddle post, but when I sat down, it ended up being about rug hooking. </div><div>I hope your weekend is lovely, thank you so much for stopping by.</div><div><br /></div><div>~Kim~</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY2xUYU4oxny1y9Qs0HPe-4s9FKPsUCvKHVddLrk_QZuhZLuHFOTKoMFX-SQgLRPDpFfVkbaR07NvrguXyxOObUO4T_n68GTp16PTHDEC7ggqRNy6x7AI1WLBYx3v75UlMOAmuTNPMW7Y4yJjHDzHavk2n_CCGnwQL8-CBPYVdWyErjFtItT2yiPOV/s2300/IMG_2291%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1974" data-original-width="2300" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY2xUYU4oxny1y9Qs0HPe-4s9FKPsUCvKHVddLrk_QZuhZLuHFOTKoMFX-SQgLRPDpFfVkbaR07NvrguXyxOObUO4T_n68GTp16PTHDEC7ggqRNy6x7AI1WLBYx3v75UlMOAmuTNPMW7Y4yJjHDzHavk2n_CCGnwQL8-CBPYVdWyErjFtItT2yiPOV/w400-h344/IMG_2291%20(2).JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><div>“The mullein had finished blooming, and stood up out of the pastures like dusty candelabra. The flowers of Queen Anne's lace had curled up into birds' nests, and the bee balm was covered with little crown-shaped pods. In another month -- no, two, maybe -- would come the season of the skeletons, when all that was left of the weeds was their brittle architecture. But the time was not yet. The air was warm and bright, the grass was green, and the leaves, and the lazy monarch butterflies were everywhere.”</div><div>― Elizabeth Enright </div><p><br /> </p></div></div>Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-45403058098582306502022-07-18T08:49:00.001-07:002022-07-18T08:49:52.670-07:00The Desert Southwest<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisBXdtMrj9Foa-Dxbv6hL59levGxwq_CcPUa6wuexyBnQtJFcPP3KWMuXPNpBaxtMgRmg43T8OJLamCdxiLOw29sB5OnwEw0TH6wEQ8BmqwyYbh0UZdX2gyqsvMn98J40B_T1RYa2-K07JlS6XTG0u_CJR5RHh9ZxRCdFUBHbMbSCVQe-bmUXzEMyi/s4032/IMG_5494%20(1).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisBXdtMrj9Foa-Dxbv6hL59levGxwq_CcPUa6wuexyBnQtJFcPP3KWMuXPNpBaxtMgRmg43T8OJLamCdxiLOw29sB5OnwEw0TH6wEQ8BmqwyYbh0UZdX2gyqsvMn98J40B_T1RYa2-K07JlS6XTG0u_CJR5RHh9ZxRCdFUBHbMbSCVQe-bmUXzEMyi/w300-h400/IMG_5494%20(1).JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /> We are home after a short vacation to see our oldest daughter and her family. We spent one fun filled, lovely time with our grand children. I enjoyed every minute. Of course time goes by so quick and its time to come back home. The monsoon's seem to have followed us, and we got up this morning to cloudy skies and rain. Very rare for July. We rented this lovely house in the hills above Tucson. You had to drive down this rocky, washed out looking road, really more of a track than a road. The whole time we were there, we only saw people once. One morning there were five coyotes in front of the house. Three teenager coyotes fighting and wrestling and a big Mom and Dad. Lots of wildlife. A funny lizard who thought the house was his, who barked at Ron when he came up on the porch one day. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVe_ZuMbsOXalzY07BLIjPR8PXx-OdFl_V17vCzIp3yH2OywybWKveNMLa4UJzrQgofEtT8W3zKESm0RDcB8B0Lcq6x8XjOAhgspcy6qfk4n64PaBTZU874_vfiD6r3aPbFRVIovq-eSBN34mVV0kjBOddCG7O86JbjgCKgKAj26BijBzmLwx2ZX22/s4032/IMG_5502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVe_ZuMbsOXalzY07BLIjPR8PXx-OdFl_V17vCzIp3yH2OywybWKveNMLa4UJzrQgofEtT8W3zKESm0RDcB8B0Lcq6x8XjOAhgspcy6qfk4n64PaBTZU874_vfiD6r3aPbFRVIovq-eSBN34mVV0kjBOddCG7O86JbjgCKgKAj26BijBzmLwx2ZX22/w300-h400/IMG_5502.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /> That was the house, and it was made out of adobe. It was wonderful and cool. I am so glad to get back to my windows and light. Of course, green. I never think its that green here but driving home yesterday, its really green here. Ron is down there watching me because I am up on the hill exploring. It was higher than it looked from sitting in the living room. We were only 10 minutes from town. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD1KTOv6JwNgrYJ2E36GdzaRXjImXWYwWnjQxIIrFPUeihDMthVFnsWBQdMXEi73tnWf8Ps2rYv1fg4J0Tzn44wOzTNk9PL2lKEkCtmNycXxvKOgyvzNBZLiME9RlI9gElkVVbMsIIa0ga6mByLUnQ1T7OTHOJwIsB79-5Ks2RCpURx9r_lXOiQ0Wr/s4032/IMG_5514%20(1).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD1KTOv6JwNgrYJ2E36GdzaRXjImXWYwWnjQxIIrFPUeihDMthVFnsWBQdMXEi73tnWf8Ps2rYv1fg4J0Tzn44wOzTNk9PL2lKEkCtmNycXxvKOgyvzNBZLiME9RlI9gElkVVbMsIIa0ga6mByLUnQ1T7OTHOJwIsB79-5Ks2RCpURx9r_lXOiQ0Wr/w300-h400/IMG_5514%20(1).JPG" width="300" /></a></div>I don't post pictures of my grands very much just because I don't like Google having pictures of them and using facial recognition software on them. I bought some sewing kits and the older girls loved them. This picture made me so happy to see them all on the couch sewing. I am in the background with the babies. I would sit with them every so often and sew a bit. It was lovely. <p></p><p>So it was just the best kind of trip. We have seven grand children there five girls and two boys. I always loved this age in my life. There are teenagers to talk to and the middle ones to laugh at the funny things they say, and the babies to rock. I was thinking about my daughter and this time of life really is the best. Nothing better than sitting with them all and just talking while rocking a baby. </p><p><br /> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs3rbQobBIhMOL-5lWe08kMqZIjO3Dy7PnjtaMxg-5LEv6qmml7fvAehx3QBuFyCYgVXmOPiUOa3ie-4ylkaUZDU0ddyYbtKKS3zjwtqunzlDcHTG4smkkD9-nQflyKSMcWiZMsIoz5xvpZFHkPu7A9Zkhx07Zt_cpIUjUZJczF-p_0LVuyLPPv5-4/s2048/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs3rbQobBIhMOL-5lWe08kMqZIjO3Dy7PnjtaMxg-5LEv6qmml7fvAehx3QBuFyCYgVXmOPiUOa3ie-4ylkaUZDU0ddyYbtKKS3zjwtqunzlDcHTG4smkkD9-nQflyKSMcWiZMsIoz5xvpZFHkPu7A9Zkhx07Zt_cpIUjUZJczF-p_0LVuyLPPv5-4/w400-h300/001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This was my sewing and hooking partner. Before we left, I knew I had to put her to sleep. I knew she was getting worse, and I knew she was coming to an end. She had cancer and I knew she wasn't going to get better. I haven't been able to blog, because every time I sat down it was all I could think about. This was by far the hardest thing I have done in such a long time. I have cried just going down the dog food aisle. I dreaded coming home to a no dog house. Especially this dog. I have had so many dogs in my lifetime, but never one like this one. That was her chair and we sat together every afternoon like this. I don't think I will get another dog. But we will see. Never in my whole life have I been without a dog. One of my first memories was of my Mom's dog named Chick. She was like a Border Collie, and she guarded me when I was at my grandparents. So having a first memory of a dog, its hard to think of the rest of my life being without one. But, after having the best dog of my life, why mess up perfect. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBhK8Zk8ZB-FxZQhFTs46dmDxHNUYASjeRavgwN4X1loTeeFaEGslXloWBaRTBFHG-oeDCuyWsPA-vq7MsLEqHK5IZ2tVTY8ohC5rPHJ9nRpERQEmnvCMkU96o45TaCKA_853xsE0d_eCvH3Qfi1wbNwC1nYcOPpNS5BD0BbD4kZvb8vb9bNABMwmz/s4032/IMG_5512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBhK8Zk8ZB-FxZQhFTs46dmDxHNUYASjeRavgwN4X1loTeeFaEGslXloWBaRTBFHG-oeDCuyWsPA-vq7MsLEqHK5IZ2tVTY8ohC5rPHJ9nRpERQEmnvCMkU96o45TaCKA_853xsE0d_eCvH3Qfi1wbNwC1nYcOPpNS5BD0BbD4kZvb8vb9bNABMwmz/w300-h400/IMG_5512.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I didn't get much sewing or hooking done. I hooked 7 loops. That's it. I had so much more to do like going outside to see sun sets and sunrises. To see the monsoon start rolling in about 3:00 and watch the light shows from the porch and finally the rain. I loved watching the birds come on the porch with the lizards to get away from the heat and the lighting and thunder. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I hope you have a lovely new week. Its so nice to be home. We still have Max and how thankful for that cat. I thought moving was hard, I thought giving up my chickens was hard. But saying goodbye to Sasha was by far the hardest thing ever. Its going to take me awhile I think. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Bye for now,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kim</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7jy8JhzXgzleopyKxEUK5cWS1SenqHKTeC4JZHCVIp95Gf_EuCI9EoNV6qzOl5AgbO4eZqWUOXeM6vCK_iBRdxi-2BomwfkJ8PxDn1gp8BWOhPVDJuPwIsSproAft4MroKjB6NSu14c3n8H6jVDWrKnE3FnGa4v5lJRhuGCgGCGXGI-1PIR46i8nj/s4032/IMG_5506%20(1).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7jy8JhzXgzleopyKxEUK5cWS1SenqHKTeC4JZHCVIp95Gf_EuCI9EoNV6qzOl5AgbO4eZqWUOXeM6vCK_iBRdxi-2BomwfkJ8PxDn1gp8BWOhPVDJuPwIsSproAft4MroKjB6NSu14c3n8H6jVDWrKnE3FnGa4v5lJRhuGCgGCGXGI-1PIR46i8nj/w300-h400/IMG_5506%20(1).JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I shall be telling this with a sigh<br />Somewhere ages and ages hence:<br />Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—<br />I took the one less traveled by,<br /><div style="margin-left: 80px;">And that has made all the difference.<br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">---Robert Frost--- <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><p><br /></p>Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-6786388938633363692022-06-20T10:12:00.000-07:002022-06-20T10:12:03.262-07:00Good Ole Summertime<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHE127qMBgNfq8syvLCubxlVT9D82CgF90P5zm9tu3bwT1ZMUyadaeJRuU-iqPIi8T2-dkhhH3MQCnbW5SeWz84kBwW2O7VnYGM1qtQdCViO2Ia2wsQINdlY96v8nTgXuswGUfGfrzPLnAxdCA5QVd7nskIyI9NYAVvlkKT9vYyEKBPdU-focWug3H/s2300/IMG_2291%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1974" data-original-width="2300" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHE127qMBgNfq8syvLCubxlVT9D82CgF90P5zm9tu3bwT1ZMUyadaeJRuU-iqPIi8T2-dkhhH3MQCnbW5SeWz84kBwW2O7VnYGM1qtQdCViO2Ia2wsQINdlY96v8nTgXuswGUfGfrzPLnAxdCA5QVd7nskIyI9NYAVvlkKT9vYyEKBPdU-focWug3H/w400-h344/IMG_2291%20(2).JPG" width="400" /></a></div>I thought it was time to sit down and blog. I wish that I had something earth shattering to tell you about. Life has been pretty normal. I have been reading and visiting the library. Do you know it still makes me feel as happy going to the library as it did the first time my Mom ever took me to check out books? <p></p><p>We are going to Tucson to visit our daughter and her family soon. I am so excited to get to see them. It feels like forever. One of my grand daughters loves the books about Ramona and Beezus by Beverly Cleary. This last week at the library, I checked out Ramona books. I wanted to be able to tell my grand daughter and ask her questions about Ramona. I have always loved children's fiction. In fact, I would say some of the best books I have ever read are children's fiction. Elisabeth Enright, Ralph Moody, L.M. Montgomery. I just look at my book shelves, and I see Laura Ingalls Wilder and Meindert DeJong. I could go on and on, but reading children's fiction is like climbing up on my favorite tree, and sitting high up in its branches and looking down from my perch while deeply living in another world, with the sound of the wind in the leaves and having that vacation to another place, with friends who shaped my life.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCgDS02wBIQJhmpHWcs0KxlIX6mrQvPnK15d9gE9l5Lk5-6Jh8LPS9F5WO1UqQVGhUrWBP1r73lPmOQX3JDzgMwBlF4Y-20lkjz66B0uBV0vLE4o9DWxKme24SFieKlqbkTrJN_NFK0q6DftEip0WjbEjUtq6F3LdU79HVzZa3FnLkeh11_rJm_elZ/s2048/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCgDS02wBIQJhmpHWcs0KxlIX6mrQvPnK15d9gE9l5Lk5-6Jh8LPS9F5WO1UqQVGhUrWBP1r73lPmOQX3JDzgMwBlF4Y-20lkjz66B0uBV0vLE4o9DWxKme24SFieKlqbkTrJN_NFK0q6DftEip0WjbEjUtq6F3LdU79HVzZa3FnLkeh11_rJm_elZ/w400-h300/013.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p> I have been making my way though Rosamund Pilcher books this summer. I am reading some of her short stories that originally were published in Good Housekeeping. Very nice, simple stories about nice people. </p><p>The other night I decided to do a google search on my grandparents. Its amazing the things that are on the web now. I found this picture last night.</p><p><br /> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDu8PUKOW5Vhru8hz--PczDKYjltcA8QTYMTjdIDmbUfMYOIuR2_7ErjoLj1_VSutVdswo_ZEq-Xlizt4OCLJdQazpv0OMormaMnYo-MHsnqvWbZRlwi8zF4pypiA_7Va9U4L8J6i5GvUOLWXowP-harlDz3RwyCUK32Rhtk51i9OdB3k6d6ElDUbu/s1822/IMG_5435%20(2).PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1822" data-original-width="1158" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDu8PUKOW5Vhru8hz--PczDKYjltcA8QTYMTjdIDmbUfMYOIuR2_7ErjoLj1_VSutVdswo_ZEq-Xlizt4OCLJdQazpv0OMormaMnYo-MHsnqvWbZRlwi8zF4pypiA_7Va9U4L8J6i5GvUOLWXowP-harlDz3RwyCUK32Rhtk51i9OdB3k6d6ElDUbu/w254-h400/IMG_5435%20(2).PNG" width="254" /></a></div><p>This is my grandparents. I never in my whole life have seen this picture. It was uploaded by someone who I did not know, nor have I ever heard of. That is my grandfather, he is holding my uncle and my grandmother is holding my Mom. That house I believe is my great, great grandparents. I still think my grand father is one of the nicest looking man I ever saw. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNljlTgQdDdsOdhEgxthdMmrWkjBPTdnDrAFMJs6toxNiZGu2bFYoKOxANOtIMwpqhxSUCrcXYOcTMTceXf01J66bNngfQyYSqxcpi8W5i9zrwWfIwR6SmPudC4JDdUdMVsl66wW2230Uy-m63a10d_c7srQygsXZlXc91ln1vOZirKlhkvIdKlh-2/s651/grandpa%20robbins.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="372" data-original-width="651" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNljlTgQdDdsOdhEgxthdMmrWkjBPTdnDrAFMJs6toxNiZGu2bFYoKOxANOtIMwpqhxSUCrcXYOcTMTceXf01J66bNngfQyYSqxcpi8W5i9zrwWfIwR6SmPudC4JDdUdMVsl66wW2230Uy-m63a10d_c7srQygsXZlXc91ln1vOZirKlhkvIdKlh-2/w400-h229/grandpa%20robbins.bmp" width="400" /></a></div>I think this is the house in that picture. My grandmother wouldn't have been born yet and my great, great grandpa is still alive in the picture. On July 14, 1919 he was trying to get the hay in before a thunderstorm hit. As he was going through a fence, lighting struck and traveled down the fence and hit him as he touched the wire. He was killed and when I would visit my great grandmother as a kid, on her dressing table was the change that had been in his pocket with his glasses all welded together. I would pick them up and look at them every time I visited. She lived next door to my grandmother who lived next to us, so I was always in and out of their houses. Which now with my grand children living in different states, I really see how wonderful it was to have my grandparents and great grandparents in my life. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg84_I9X57xIHrzhDBywnwC1AoGHSg6p_xio41L1scBy5QGnzWoixM4F4hOOz2OyPVJhgUk2UogbCHWdKJSy1tQE_NJ9yp33G8JibPcn5s5125q4JTpsXGPO0ubMjm9RQXTACzHr9yHjCcrt60nKc5Ok9QBv33QxhqHuAxgef5U7pAv6OYjNqIKR9a5/s480/lighning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="321" data-original-width="480" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg84_I9X57xIHrzhDBywnwC1AoGHSg6p_xio41L1scBy5QGnzWoixM4F4hOOz2OyPVJhgUk2UogbCHWdKJSy1tQE_NJ9yp33G8JibPcn5s5125q4JTpsXGPO0ubMjm9RQXTACzHr9yHjCcrt60nKc5Ok9QBv33QxhqHuAxgef5U7pAv6OYjNqIKR9a5/w400-h268/lighning.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>Lighting like that. Here in California, we never experience weather like they do in the rest of the country. So hopefully when I get to Tucson, it will be monsoon time and I might get to see a little weather. </p><p>I hope as I look around google I will be able to find some more pictures, I have found the graves so now if I went on a search I would know where people are buried. I would like to go visit some of the graves of my greats. </p><p>I hope that this is a great week for you. I hope to get some hooking done this week. I wish you all the best. </p><p>~Kim~</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-P_W8UsxDEggMWsTWbt-inPHj-oHcBornzHm6s-RWuX7KVWs6Rxy58iTuLDyG7H_9csDEy126R7fimfRoNB52RQohcgoSEO0cHQjZO2AYUBd_vapdF_VwCmCjiBorIBNr2SC7T3-UUAZ1zwtYkIq85Mz7jPfr2SsrwlCb29zH5Z-YbVVJNDBNWdnE/s3520/IMG_5436%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="2378" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-P_W8UsxDEggMWsTWbt-inPHj-oHcBornzHm6s-RWuX7KVWs6Rxy58iTuLDyG7H_9csDEy126R7fimfRoNB52RQohcgoSEO0cHQjZO2AYUBd_vapdF_VwCmCjiBorIBNr2SC7T3-UUAZ1zwtYkIq85Mz7jPfr2SsrwlCb29zH5Z-YbVVJNDBNWdnE/w270-h400/IMG_5436%20(2).JPG" width="270" /></a></div><br /> “The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year - the days when summer is changing into autumn - the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change.” "Charlotte's Web, E.B. White"<p></p><p>(Every night now, we sit outside to hear the crickets song, before we go to bed, to be reminded of the beauty of a summer night in June.) K.<br /></p><p><br /></p>Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-28292183910965923302022-06-03T08:49:00.000-07:002022-06-03T08:49:01.696-07:00Happy June<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRRFgQo_y0iH7sUBkp05rEUykxJksADbZt8YZVgKeTBhtTBOIkrvABm9iGu6K_TwXGl4gMd1OsbxloK-qYkMpdqUnrOLIXaQbZi1Hk5UfuU6PVPhFg_qHLLzus8Z_t8uHiGPgX7hgqYHPqotVTpA_XcG7o_J2H69vroou0mPHWfBL72PiZ0mvFMBaN/s2592/april%20photos%20053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1944" data-original-width="2592" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRRFgQo_y0iH7sUBkp05rEUykxJksADbZt8YZVgKeTBhtTBOIkrvABm9iGu6K_TwXGl4gMd1OsbxloK-qYkMpdqUnrOLIXaQbZi1Hk5UfuU6PVPhFg_qHLLzus8Z_t8uHiGPgX7hgqYHPqotVTpA_XcG7o_J2H69vroou0mPHWfBL72PiZ0mvFMBaN/w400-h300/april%20photos%20053.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> Happy June! <p></p><p>I love it when summer gets here! I love all of the fresh fruit and the summer flowers. I love how it is warm in the morning and having coffee outside just as the sun peeks over the mountains. My very favorite though, is school getting out. I remember how much fun it was taking my kids with me to run errands and now I am so happy that the young mother's that live around me don't have to get up at the crack of dawn to take kids to school. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcij-5BGXkbrf46nY6g3IWlmRMXNieQHKKYAaBUvT7Q9KieX01PL2SlGKPYSZoM9-jxfs829WJupLKjpt09lyFN0fUQpcQ4nqK2mZBE1Y1xPSXLGrgxsowrryH7hnnuVMGOBDSmsD_K76lFJZgtFfVHDpQvGZZPYtw85Y2RnR4m63AlD9Sl5cmLuR/s1600/april%20photos%20018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcij-5BGXkbrf46nY6g3IWlmRMXNieQHKKYAaBUvT7Q9KieX01PL2SlGKPYSZoM9-jxfs829WJupLKjpt09lyFN0fUQpcQ4nqK2mZBE1Y1xPSXLGrgxsowrryH7hnnuVMGOBDSmsD_K76lFJZgtFfVHDpQvGZZPYtw85Y2RnR4m63AlD9Sl5cmLuR/w400-h300/april%20photos%20018.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>I know maybe you might not have noticed but I was missing for awhile. Google said I violated the terms of service. They locked my blog down and I couldn't get to it. I know that if you have read my blog for awhile, I work really hard trying not to be political or say or write anything else. As I looked around I found that they had changed it so they can see what I watch on You Tube. I do watch political things on there and I made sure I changed it so they didn't monitor that, but I am sure now they watch what I say on my Gmail. So I guess there are bots that catch words that might be politically incorrect.</p><p>Freedom of speech and thought police are real. We are not only living 1984 but also Brave New World. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSbLS5WvgEdIHJ_5ZMrfW1_t4ZY6GSiIboPwPNgRiZjauRdR6_ZRbSSCsrIa1RDxQ6SlpvjyYsyq7KZELSE_W_8umw6K3fj3Dp6TgOsL7WqbaSyYKuWu6cZZuqGKrg_hEcaF-NMSoF7XjM8nBH4q7MzJYY3bbKrSgteajUukhA0Vyp_M3ta4D9CLZ1/s1600/april%20photos%20011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSbLS5WvgEdIHJ_5ZMrfW1_t4ZY6GSiIboPwPNgRiZjauRdR6_ZRbSSCsrIa1RDxQ6SlpvjyYsyq7KZELSE_W_8umw6K3fj3Dp6TgOsL7WqbaSyYKuWu6cZZuqGKrg_hEcaF-NMSoF7XjM8nBH4q7MzJYY3bbKrSgteajUukhA0Vyp_M3ta4D9CLZ1/w300-h400/april%20photos%20011.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p>We painted our guest bathroom and put in new flooring last week. I was so excited that I have no projects this weekend.</p><p>Just fun stuff like weeding the garden and getting back to Magdalena's Goat. I took a little break to work on this rug. Now I have to bind it. Its a cute rug and its been a fun project. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYXgOWKi9UfgWRTm4_Q_2_Scq9wL-enrMxaM_7UbxWDfvR6-14ZrA-tSUtWf2Qnu5zw10VlARngA1hVY2xLNf-t79lw-6w-zy9M8x2JsclOLif43b8icifVVqv1CRsA0Rbgoci1qzHBa8WR-h7gaUol_HGVHeMLX2S6Ll8r3FVr8c97QRj4pj0biq/s2989/IMG_5403%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1250" data-original-width="2989" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYXgOWKi9UfgWRTm4_Q_2_Scq9wL-enrMxaM_7UbxWDfvR6-14ZrA-tSUtWf2Qnu5zw10VlARngA1hVY2xLNf-t79lw-6w-zy9M8x2JsclOLif43b8icifVVqv1CRsA0Rbgoci1qzHBa8WR-h7gaUol_HGVHeMLX2S6Ll8r3FVr8c97QRj4pj0biq/w400-h168/IMG_5403%20(2).JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>Our youngest son proposed to Belle this week. She said yes! So the last one of the six will be married. </p><p>I am so thrilled. I feel really blessed. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX9vQPXi6qcMm42INFOehm5CVegifBgLssC3UolWfyELCbdnPYwq9qYkGMEa9Ugt-qWAhZtAUkWvaikR8AZOY7gzBuFLOyXdypAjfARhiOlo3AQnxAaAgxjFP_lXWsVY0RjHYGXw1_nsKsRv8_WcamHXDFoPG7QIHyZnDiEv1wqmSuL8vv9hf67nzj/s1244/IMG_5404%20(2).PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1244" data-original-width="1241" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX9vQPXi6qcMm42INFOehm5CVegifBgLssC3UolWfyELCbdnPYwq9qYkGMEa9Ugt-qWAhZtAUkWvaikR8AZOY7gzBuFLOyXdypAjfARhiOlo3AQnxAaAgxjFP_lXWsVY0RjHYGXw1_nsKsRv8_WcamHXDFoPG7QIHyZnDiEv1wqmSuL8vv9hf67nzj/w399-h400/IMG_5404%20(2).PNG" width="399" /></a></div><br /> I thought this was a cute picture of them. Her life will never be boring. I just loved this picture. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhowG549VhBA5wWrsp91TFI0SRIoKoiJqV1XRimBIc8IjsMhYTv7ETt_E7vVD7nYUFQqJZMEHHy6Y6o65ViiSkg8IxINLhBG_ItgecHqi5zgk72UJHTyVPqYD0dGM69YvyNTSlL_yEALGDeNhHUsILBRH1hkjlXL1H5vrzWFDpaIgRk65kODNHJ3SOW/s4032/IMG_5387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhowG549VhBA5wWrsp91TFI0SRIoKoiJqV1XRimBIc8IjsMhYTv7ETt_E7vVD7nYUFQqJZMEHHy6Y6o65ViiSkg8IxINLhBG_ItgecHqi5zgk72UJHTyVPqYD0dGM69YvyNTSlL_yEALGDeNhHUsILBRH1hkjlXL1H5vrzWFDpaIgRk65kODNHJ3SOW/w300-h400/IMG_5387.JPG" width="300" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><p>My cactus bloomed last week. The flowers only last one day. I missed taking of the other two, but for the first time there are a second set of blooms so hopefully I will catch them this time. </p><p>I hope you have a lovely weekend. I am so glad summer is here. Since I got my blog taken down, </p><p>I am going to post this picture, just because. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCRZEOO7HyGD2rWqbbgpempEGRaTe5e6OgMJyq31iWLphpdqKiwRfKJipzPloK8N5hHu6P6C0MSu80L2ZlBlNIKthbkzKi2dzVaCKQi9shr8I9S0Ac2H8fh_nSgVLX4v7nmviZhTBHTgnDhc_d63mZsvsrgDmToot2bxidMtfk_kW75N8G3UsZ2UTl/s1547/IMG_5405%20(2).PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1547" data-original-width="1235" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCRZEOO7HyGD2rWqbbgpempEGRaTe5e6OgMJyq31iWLphpdqKiwRfKJipzPloK8N5hHu6P6C0MSu80L2ZlBlNIKthbkzKi2dzVaCKQi9shr8I9S0Ac2H8fh_nSgVLX4v7nmviZhTBHTgnDhc_d63mZsvsrgDmToot2bxidMtfk_kW75N8G3UsZ2UTl/w319-h400/IMG_5405%20(2).PNG" width="319" /></a></div><p>It tickled me. So if they take me down, at least it will be because I posted something worth taking down.</p><p>Hopefully, my blog will stay up, but if I do end up being taken down, you will know why. </p><p>~Kim~</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-F1hkJkJH_Kf8fH23Iy7RLefbDA3WhYi9S9fevOHT5sB8cCRr--Ix7h5sT98nSzIKZ-5PFx9DoaKTYgc76f8cNg5_QeSqr3rn4JjW03OU3yDjZ4YROnP1lQ3OfmCa6vAUCz46mPZ-rp3w1fmB4Su2NacbVDYvdrMTnauj5JwUKEQdf-ZqFM8RJDlT/s2039/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1716" data-original-width="2039" height="336" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-F1hkJkJH_Kf8fH23Iy7RLefbDA3WhYi9S9fevOHT5sB8cCRr--Ix7h5sT98nSzIKZ-5PFx9DoaKTYgc76f8cNg5_QeSqr3rn4JjW03OU3yDjZ4YROnP1lQ3OfmCa6vAUCz46mPZ-rp3w1fmB4Su2NacbVDYvdrMTnauj5JwUKEQdf-ZqFM8RJDlT/w400-h336/007.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #181818; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">“Happiness is making the most of what you have, and riches is making the most of what you've got.”</span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #181818; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">―<span> </span></span><span class="authorOrTitle" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Lato, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Rosamunde Pilcher,<span> </span></span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #181818; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"></span><span id="quote_book_link_37095" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><a class="authorOrTitle" href="https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/517040" style="color: #333333; font-family: Lato, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;">The Shell Seekers</a></span><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-86665185413210427352022-05-06T10:24:00.001-07:002022-05-06T10:31:30.957-07:00Hello May<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_17F0v3_T9XYksJe26rc9X7ThnmlaIrXUlQ6gQqkN6WQPKe9W5SiZKngYUheXGMCOffi9PLDqh0V7b9SLec6OfmoeTc2iuMV6VqjpHQB7UmTS13Jhi8-5SV7bz6Jd5-5zKOjEg32X_Sa6oO61vEXL-yo9SyHkMvIqrzFXCbCZxUAjddRRY0bsFm95/s1946/020.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1702" data-original-width="1946" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_17F0v3_T9XYksJe26rc9X7ThnmlaIrXUlQ6gQqkN6WQPKe9W5SiZKngYUheXGMCOffi9PLDqh0V7b9SLec6OfmoeTc2iuMV6VqjpHQB7UmTS13Jhi8-5SV7bz6Jd5-5zKOjEg32X_Sa6oO61vEXL-yo9SyHkMvIqrzFXCbCZxUAjddRRY0bsFm95/w400-h350/020.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> Queen of the Procrastinators. That's me. Its already May 6th and I am just getting to my blog. I really don't have anything to show for it either. May is a huge birthday month for us as well as my own. Someone had sent me a text of what not to buy on my birthday because well it was #your birthday. It tickled me so much that I laughed and I had really been ignoring my birthday. Remember the Beatles song, When I am 64? Well that's me. I remember when that song came out and I was little, and I thought, "Will I ever be that old?" Well it happened and here I am. My Mom passed away at 30 and my Dad at 67 so by the insurance man, I am on borrowed time. So I guess from here on out every year is going to be lived on the edge. Which I think is a pretty good way to live. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZGsF6g8XUiD6Ur6pic1b3ochjNhkrd5_VKhUbH4sVyYTAJsZIHrXC6ANxtb8LZ6c1vnv_LAxDwljRAYe7sYTYQY05F76cOCoOsKaoM9xpuqvrwFCpg0vwGxKDiDBOWaVEOfgzBSINtUHZAXMHROqGIvsz1i0_BBhLJXTXmwoFzEZ11GlA3FbDo4i/s2048/074.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiZGsF6g8XUiD6Ur6pic1b3ochjNhkrd5_VKhUbH4sVyYTAJsZIHrXC6ANxtb8LZ6c1vnv_LAxDwljRAYe7sYTYQY05F76cOCoOsKaoM9xpuqvrwFCpg0vwGxKDiDBOWaVEOfgzBSINtUHZAXMHROqGIvsz1i0_BBhLJXTXmwoFzEZ11GlA3FbDo4i/w300-h400/074.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>Its been really pretty here this week. I hope to get the garden planted this weekend. I normally have it all planted by Mother's Day. We have painting on the agenda for next weekend. Putting in a new bathroom floor too. I know going into it to cover the dark brown will be at least 4 coats of paint. That makes it so hard for me to even want to start. But since it made it to the blog just now. It will be a go. </p><p>When I mention things on my blog like that, I make myself do what I said. Kind of a over the top to do list. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1NbANPJ6q30L0mFJBkmciVrOiVUb1obqmnT5NQdlKYE_9k6oYfT0w4DgxtltyD2w3icUXeBN20wwKtyz3vUvyJgzX38Cs4w6iHN2acs6cFMzGNImtXwD1yKs1Um6-0wt-j5JuZwO81IgsLKJDP5c5CVPwGRnpkzWeDVWKbI7Sa-XP8s-PNLh09-JQ/s320/antique_soap_makeing_pic.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="262" data-original-width="320" height="328" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1NbANPJ6q30L0mFJBkmciVrOiVUb1obqmnT5NQdlKYE_9k6oYfT0w4DgxtltyD2w3icUXeBN20wwKtyz3vUvyJgzX38Cs4w6iHN2acs6cFMzGNImtXwD1yKs1Um6-0wt-j5JuZwO81IgsLKJDP5c5CVPwGRnpkzWeDVWKbI7Sa-XP8s-PNLh09-JQ/w400-h328/antique_soap_makeing_pic.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>Don't you love that picture? I have my cast iron pot just like it. I love this picture so much. The thing I love about my cast iron pot like that is the story that goes with it. Ron's Grandpa said, " His Mom used to make her soap in the front yard, so that she would have people to talk to as they walked down the street." I always imagine her like this standing and stirring her soap. Or doing the washing while she heated water. I wonder what would happen in this fancy, smancy neighborhood if I took some rocks and put them out in my front yard and brought out the pot and started a fire and started heating water? When Ron and I put up the Bigfoot on our fence, it caused some consternation. I have told you that right? I have a eight foot Bigfoot screwed into the fence by the side gate. I love watching the people driving by or walking by and staring. Delivery people always want to talk about it. If you ever want to change the subject when someone is talking ask, " So what do you think of Bigfoot?" Its a great subject to talk about. It has kept me entertained for hours, listening and even hearing great stories. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC-Q22ysCjqTuxd6QPXy0xzfKZlwoNMOa5kbn-QeZbZFEQMxMOpQzLXyGCk2tYnFWrOFYvq4mDGf1rNhfdbvkxzNTFHj3zmKmTCpg_lLIGS6gRulqxbzu2VVShy12EP4y24N3w73bU0lQEEiO1XxSVLj8gsMa3kmGM28mR8YRV1Ht6RJk16sXfy_1V/s2048/014.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1897" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC-Q22ysCjqTuxd6QPXy0xzfKZlwoNMOa5kbn-QeZbZFEQMxMOpQzLXyGCk2tYnFWrOFYvq4mDGf1rNhfdbvkxzNTFHj3zmKmTCpg_lLIGS6gRulqxbzu2VVShy12EP4y24N3w73bU0lQEEiO1XxSVLj8gsMa3kmGM28mR8YRV1Ht6RJk16sXfy_1V/w370-h400/014.JPG" width="370" /></a></div><p>This week I was listening to a lady talk about<a href="cherokee little people were real"> Cherokee Little People were real.</a> I like stories like that too. Now for my story. Only because I was thinking about it this week. When I was a little girl. I was outside on my swing set. I loved my swing set and spent hours out there on it. We lived in a really new housing area that had been rural and foothills. My Mom had growing in this corner under her kitchen window a corner flowerbed. She had this huge elephant ear plant growing there. It had taken over the whole flowerbed. As I sat on my swing, it occurred to me behind that plant would be the best place to make a play house. I was for most of my life, always looking for that secret place to make a play house. </p><p>I went over to the elephant ears and pulled them back thinking I was going to go behind them and up against the wall of the house to have my own secret place. Somehow I knew there would be room for little ole me. As I pulled up the leaves what should I see but two tiny people, a man and a lady. I was about 3 so I wasn't very big, but I towered over them. I scared them and they scared me. I screamed and ran in the house. I remember I was hysterical and my Mom couldn't understand what I was saying, and when she finally could understand me, she wanted me to show her. I knew no way was I going to even look. She finally carried me out there and I was still crying and she moved the elephant ears and they were gone. She said, maybe I imagined it. Maybe it was just the way the leaves were looking. But nope, it was a little man and a little woman. As I listened to this lady last week, I knew that maybe I did see just little people. I have thought about it for years and years. I don't know what to say except they were little people and do you know, I never as long as we lived there never ever went near to those elephant ears or that flowerbed? Odd I guess, but the jump to Big Foot isn't very far for me. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsdchyGjvupgAGYVMcY4v1R7l2jqRDB93V1Mx4aZHtY9aZ4s97iFxG_rrN-koN8hQuycKzTo56qCEpLlOajz7PJl6C8jvAK-95qCpk7VMyOX8-ER35XBygRtMko_Jfnn7Yzm6VqtR2QlCq2UvR5CE-DqW9YTJxcSVCF9WDzzkzvK26jbAS1EQGr10z/s2048/april%20photos%20015.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1535" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsdchyGjvupgAGYVMcY4v1R7l2jqRDB93V1Mx4aZHtY9aZ4s97iFxG_rrN-koN8hQuycKzTo56qCEpLlOajz7PJl6C8jvAK-95qCpk7VMyOX8-ER35XBygRtMko_Jfnn7Yzm6VqtR2QlCq2UvR5CE-DqW9YTJxcSVCF9WDzzkzvK26jbAS1EQGr10z/w400-h300/april%20photos%20015.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>That is what happens when I don't have much to show for this week, you get these crazy stories that really I have never told anyone except my husband and my kids. I am sure that you my readers and bloggers had amazing things you saw or did at one time. I would love to read about it if you are so inclined. I love stories. </p><p>I hope you have a lovely weekend,</p><p>~Kim~</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibZTV0-EdAIZYKZlNMzkcM81ZxdT7QxSglFoBTqqzlvLRf9ubyTRxZLKxpIGW0wzgoy_5muG0httgyFmXXiQGVawI5BG4DSflPLRgWgGx0XGMGRyROIM_VvGIcBM8t1bDcif5ivIaAqgKgt4JUpUffkcEE3djWZ1sDLX4tVqU7OxJrbCu-2ELoyD55/s2048/041.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1893" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibZTV0-EdAIZYKZlNMzkcM81ZxdT7QxSglFoBTqqzlvLRf9ubyTRxZLKxpIGW0wzgoy_5muG0httgyFmXXiQGVawI5BG4DSflPLRgWgGx0XGMGRyROIM_VvGIcBM8t1bDcif5ivIaAqgKgt4JUpUffkcEE3djWZ1sDLX4tVqU7OxJrbCu-2ELoyD55/w370-h400/041.JPG" width="370" /></a></div>“Today you are You, that is truer than true.<br /><br />There is no one alive who is Youer than You.”<br /><br />Happy Birthday to You! by Dr. Seuss<br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-12819893127136330472022-04-18T13:27:00.001-07:002022-04-18T13:28:40.292-07:00Lovely Spring Days<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguHWYT9eykEYHKVuzmZQ4GKDisVyXRyUrTJwqtnlm2E1bauop0sbP47HaxC0BdNcXeqH3yndJ4OlnDSZYQE0ymZUahoERAiM7cvFF0Dai0HmKxvDPhgjSSBFsqetT0bLic1yqS7P18Gv0O8s7BiXTIz07u3M-hKtAXVDPhTKCmbgryDaPjatXSSCeS/s4032/IMG_5294%20(1).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguHWYT9eykEYHKVuzmZQ4GKDisVyXRyUrTJwqtnlm2E1bauop0sbP47HaxC0BdNcXeqH3yndJ4OlnDSZYQE0ymZUahoERAiM7cvFF0Dai0HmKxvDPhgjSSBFsqetT0bLic1yqS7P18Gv0O8s7BiXTIz07u3M-hKtAXVDPhTKCmbgryDaPjatXSSCeS/w300-h400/IMG_5294%20(1).JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /> I hope you all had a nice Easter. We did. It was such a beautiful day. Perfect weather. Lovely people to visit with. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRm4kXPprPLyLN4xWMbqg4hbpg_MRSugzW6PFMdutnwDbQi67XRZgk_wMI_q3uZ2mExWE16_fx4yONBP8YKbbLQBjK4ETlroODWY6JQccxeWr0t-EPBpDNU1xlV-gSWAxueZq-pR_BcAxKK2YlrlqbixLkIkfclbwkJS52h3TnEkOI7oFZnTVoFRKw/s3492/IMG_5328%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3492" data-original-width="3023" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRm4kXPprPLyLN4xWMbqg4hbpg_MRSugzW6PFMdutnwDbQi67XRZgk_wMI_q3uZ2mExWE16_fx4yONBP8YKbbLQBjK4ETlroODWY6JQccxeWr0t-EPBpDNU1xlV-gSWAxueZq-pR_BcAxKK2YlrlqbixLkIkfclbwkJS52h3TnEkOI7oFZnTVoFRKw/w346-h400/IMG_5328%20(2).JPG" width="346" /></a></div><p>This is my current project. When I saw it, I thought oh easy peasy. I could whip this out and get it framed and it will be so much fun. It has the loveliest colors. Then I got the pattern. It has six pages! </p><p>Six very involved pages.I don't know if I am the slowest cross stitcher in the world but I have been working on that tiny roof on that house for three days. I feel like I am no closer either. Did I mention that is has the prettiest colors. After I did The Eye is on The Sparrow, by Beth Twist, I never wanted to do a big project. I think I worked on that for three years. Two pages has been my max. I still really like it so maybe that part will win out. Its much bigger than that picture. </p><p>I am ready to get back to Magdalena's Goat. I really love this pattern and I love how it is turning out. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2Zq3L0Cp9w0GTyM4fDcilrT9Q57r4fTgQXskcIBbZIS8FxGYpPJNkOpUtc0UFhBYY45Y8MN0tv_7vAsfpuHE7k8tDaqX6SHytzXHhS5MeZzx21XyCjrfgexLkDMfWpi48hXhjp246eV0Yxq_Mrc6rU1hWfTPKsyMooQxSIM5-WuZ6jFSsu3vJ3GS/s3059/IMG_5337%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3059" data-original-width="2730" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2Zq3L0Cp9w0GTyM4fDcilrT9Q57r4fTgQXskcIBbZIS8FxGYpPJNkOpUtc0UFhBYY45Y8MN0tv_7vAsfpuHE7k8tDaqX6SHytzXHhS5MeZzx21XyCjrfgexLkDMfWpi48hXhjp246eV0Yxq_Mrc6rU1hWfTPKsyMooQxSIM5-WuZ6jFSsu3vJ3GS/w358-h400/IMG_5337%20(2).JPG" width="358" /></a></div><p>He is a really nice goat. I thought I had more done. It will be so nice to get back to this, but I am beginning to wonder about my sanity and why do I have to always make big projects? When I was reading Saundra's blog from her rug camp, those giant rugs she posted pictures of, really had me wondering how long would one of those take.( ***I slapped myself upside the head and came back to my senses.)</p><p>One of the things I do love is working on wool projects from Blackberry Primitives. I have always wondered what certain colors were in some of Maggie's patterns so I ordered some wool and some velvet. Oh what wonderful colors and textures. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9k8gftW8kXyGprmNf3lR-84dpIFSAd8QZDgEnQkJhTJcHy1NJe7yPhJzw-_W54iBIpbUJR1F7jMu1DOqEsabhMLtFksjkz7ZduPHnMA61ipOKSoPjKA1YXKctEdPZPYoJ3ujy9Z_ocgtIvYOqoNh1h4ZAK0Owr5mpzUgfYolNjOrMwmcdcKxeCEXh/s2810/IMG_5333%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2810" data-original-width="2155" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9k8gftW8kXyGprmNf3lR-84dpIFSAd8QZDgEnQkJhTJcHy1NJe7yPhJzw-_W54iBIpbUJR1F7jMu1DOqEsabhMLtFksjkz7ZduPHnMA61ipOKSoPjKA1YXKctEdPZPYoJ3ujy9Z_ocgtIvYOqoNh1h4ZAK0Owr5mpzUgfYolNjOrMwmcdcKxeCEXh/w306-h400/IMG_5333%20(2).JPG" width="306" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9lqeuwPdjZvFqSWK3Tk6oEh_63mnrglQEyJT5yjks0XkrLuSNUgQ_44tBTbyiVLxzq176nK41FLdlBd6AoJEYjjYI4dXXLAF6c4EHGWARDIqerI2J1076S_JiIIvv8WrbN5Lx2blhgEYBC2-nV3F5orsN2BGHCzbFQStqcgWt9OaRf73UCS0J_bBm/s2863/IMG_5330%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2863" data-original-width="2683" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9lqeuwPdjZvFqSWK3Tk6oEh_63mnrglQEyJT5yjks0XkrLuSNUgQ_44tBTbyiVLxzq176nK41FLdlBd6AoJEYjjYI4dXXLAF6c4EHGWARDIqerI2J1076S_JiIIvv8WrbN5Lx2blhgEYBC2-nV3F5orsN2BGHCzbFQStqcgWt9OaRf73UCS0J_bBm/w375-h400/IMG_5330%20(2).JPG" width="375" /></a></div><p>The top picture is velvet and the bottom is wool. I love having all of these lovely colors to work with.</p><p>I forgot to post this picture of one of the other projects I finished last week.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJTOuw2yQADqLPI3JiiI3G1aJtbCMY-4h4_6MeGyKx6H8-kn5hrWUczkc4X_Hg_5H3SUWB8DQyrEQZYmyWiJxMPnh0KOUNo_9BIvpE8lE0bqeGkapIgguhDC4H3Tnc523B9_WtsLp1bQZ0q5A1am1s4bDmtFSqAlE-kTi7ublEU_dRqgCK-yuuaeAp/s3024/IMG_5334%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2217" data-original-width="3024" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJTOuw2yQADqLPI3JiiI3G1aJtbCMY-4h4_6MeGyKx6H8-kn5hrWUczkc4X_Hg_5H3SUWB8DQyrEQZYmyWiJxMPnh0KOUNo_9BIvpE8lE0bqeGkapIgguhDC4H3Tnc523B9_WtsLp1bQZ0q5A1am1s4bDmtFSqAlE-kTi7ublEU_dRqgCK-yuuaeAp/w400-h294/IMG_5334%20(2).JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p>I think I will frame it. Its not something I do that much, frame things. It was such a fun little project though. It was fast too. One single piece of pattern. </p><p>I have the house cleaned up from yesterday now. Time to move on toward May. We have lots of birthdays in May. I think even more than March birthdays. </p><p>I hope that wherever you are today is the best day ever. </p><p>~Kim~</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiezGH4ODpYmclFdv7gd--qTBv7_BogG3XWTHUJjrQXCg6Lvfz9NHWeka5D96Vg4WqQ2l46WSMBtxku1b9uQdntvQIWQ4N0SeXNpH-4_xNOtpt2llFf9QO2A_bTIpfWuJUrsu3BhMIN-t7bfvjsZs5msZkpExRS99kJ2XoQ_aaYz_dsh-K_lG_JlBci/s4032/IMG_2775.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiezGH4ODpYmclFdv7gd--qTBv7_BogG3XWTHUJjrQXCg6Lvfz9NHWeka5D96Vg4WqQ2l46WSMBtxku1b9uQdntvQIWQ4N0SeXNpH-4_xNOtpt2llFf9QO2A_bTIpfWuJUrsu3BhMIN-t7bfvjsZs5msZkpExRS99kJ2XoQ_aaYz_dsh-K_lG_JlBci/w300-h400/IMG_2775.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I take for granted one of the things I love about California, is the fresh fruit and vegetables. This week, I saw so many little fruit stands with strawberries. When I made my jam last week, it was with all fresh berries. I remember talking to a lady from Cambodia. She was one of the boat people a long time ago. She said, that coming here was so shocking after starving, to see all of the food that grows every where. I was reminded of that this week. <br /></div><br /><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-49948845772613901382022-04-16T10:24:00.000-07:002022-04-16T10:24:47.803-07:00Happy Easter<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUwtYfPS3AbxJHjipXxpi0VvcN84MTqIyEbe1oTBB_ivCthXySgBiDJwkpeA9p6x0sraIZBFl5HE7qGfKaRaMS4DHUt9TFrxUCEgi0Z74ECX7x4jlbnxoMkecormwuTT33PPwXpxuLxZGCa1uNplRaV5L2Woe-fZUSeV0JUT6ClTUQylIGkpe7RDqz/s760/He%20is%20Risen.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="632" data-original-width="760" height="333" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUwtYfPS3AbxJHjipXxpi0VvcN84MTqIyEbe1oTBB_ivCthXySgBiDJwkpeA9p6x0sraIZBFl5HE7qGfKaRaMS4DHUt9TFrxUCEgi0Z74ECX7x4jlbnxoMkecormwuTT33PPwXpxuLxZGCa1uNplRaV5L2Woe-fZUSeV0JUT6ClTUQylIGkpe7RDqz/w400-h333/He%20is%20Risen.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> This is my favorite picture that I have in my photo albums. I love that there was an empty tomb and I have the benefits of all that happened during that week. <p></p><p>I hope whatever and wherever you are you have an awesome day. </p><p><br /></p><p>I have been AWOL this week. I always call it selfish on my part. I did all of the things I love to do and try not to feel guilty.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97aoHYvVFCUpCyweFdVeY89mwgNxFOwYbb2DuBPB_RrOwlsPmZQ6OS78TvCSbiIVGwZoQgxNNY3dHtc8HzaOtbUKxqyoQe11iKRuhsiU0SSy-E-4XxPOIVSgaINvmPgjhBrFWYTSd5661QT-76Pzdi2Lx0iQU1_PNlyV3ADww4A36eCX_l5S6dXjt/s4032/IMG_5308.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97aoHYvVFCUpCyweFdVeY89mwgNxFOwYbb2DuBPB_RrOwlsPmZQ6OS78TvCSbiIVGwZoQgxNNY3dHtc8HzaOtbUKxqyoQe11iKRuhsiU0SSy-E-4XxPOIVSgaINvmPgjhBrFWYTSd5661QT-76Pzdi2Lx0iQU1_PNlyV3ADww4A36eCX_l5S6dXjt/w300-h400/IMG_5308.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br />I made jam. Three berry, (raspberry,blueberry,strawberry) and strawberry raspberry. I made loaves of cinnamon raisin bread and regular bread so everyone would have fresh bread and fresh jam. My house smelled wonderful, like berry cobbler. Which I love. <p></p><p>I hooked, sewed and finished projects. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDEU833t_RX6QM0a9ndjWgv8cEoF7hiLuRnXIr-V030D85PHlFnFLV0LEgpaCJGj6pYmnkvsKEtHIiIVcPGLOkUf-TGQ2-ekKyir9j0BTreN6TnArhQ5wSUiOPHJPBy54iBCuNpSXI00SHHJr5FAaANf7PyghK6VIiHZis9Q8jBv-OJ720jPmVtw7_/s4032/IMG_5320.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDEU833t_RX6QM0a9ndjWgv8cEoF7hiLuRnXIr-V030D85PHlFnFLV0LEgpaCJGj6pYmnkvsKEtHIiIVcPGLOkUf-TGQ2-ekKyir9j0BTreN6TnArhQ5wSUiOPHJPBy54iBCuNpSXI00SHHJr5FAaANf7PyghK6VIiHZis9Q8jBv-OJ720jPmVtw7_/w300-h400/IMG_5320.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>I finished this Stacy Nash. It is really such a pretty pattern. I think I will try and do the winter one called Merry, Merry. <p></p><p><br /> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXum2Dd-rQLD7jaOsbNHCKQ2QFHrAukGPxSQoWlHQWxma8u_4HHqmrWv00tjanKBJ8ZRqKdJwL0WGAv8qdlnFg38AWf7RQwTwwuBq6cW7jCTa1B3WlYso9NQkuNXMF4jDfXO61dKsQSa7RCgCzgPDGvlrzTuL_ALPN6jBgHjtdw6DfZjzwQpn1hUpq/s4032/IMG_5323.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXum2Dd-rQLD7jaOsbNHCKQ2QFHrAukGPxSQoWlHQWxma8u_4HHqmrWv00tjanKBJ8ZRqKdJwL0WGAv8qdlnFg38AWf7RQwTwwuBq6cW7jCTa1B3WlYso9NQkuNXMF4jDfXO61dKsQSa7RCgCzgPDGvlrzTuL_ALPN6jBgHjtdw6DfZjzwQpn1hUpq/w300-h400/IMG_5323.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>I finally finished this one by Brenda Gervais. I am not a very fast finisher. I have this issue, I have to have a clean house and the laundry done, and sometimes even the flowerbeds cleaned. Which is why I am not a very fast finisher. Oh, and of course, I don't have to go anyplace nor can anyone be at home. </p><p>I have no idea why I must meet my own criteria, but all of those things must be met for me to get out my sewing machine. I think that is why I quit quilting. As each of my babies came, it got harder and harder to find days to do that. </p><p>Next I finished this.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBLhfCJ-Q9EJSgx24OhZOvKOBOSQorhqGcXRwUhA5UELtF_8NG4u7XoH5lQ82yAHkVj8StB5MbSmobMuN8Nke2ObT6lcr6zXP6ISFXGL3gH9t5_nNPOei-k2N51uI55kuqhQMcSiht6Qycy9BGlEJXz4Jvvj8vm7UR_mq68nTA465cDzD_SfPJzZTW/s4032/IMG_5321.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBLhfCJ-Q9EJSgx24OhZOvKOBOSQorhqGcXRwUhA5UELtF_8NG4u7XoH5lQ82yAHkVj8StB5MbSmobMuN8Nke2ObT6lcr6zXP6ISFXGL3gH9t5_nNPOei-k2N51uI55kuqhQMcSiht6Qycy9BGlEJXz4Jvvj8vm7UR_mq68nTA465cDzD_SfPJzZTW/w300-h400/IMG_5321.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>I dug it out and worked on it, as much as I could. I am about the worst punch needle person in the world. I stab myself so much that my hands will hurt for days. I got it finished though. If I did these projects more than I do, I am sure I would get better with the craft. Its hard though, as Max, the cat, thinks that needle threader is the most amazing thing he has ever saw. He will creep in and find it and run away with it. I have got smarter because I see him walk in and hide it first. He always is so disappointed. He steals my rug hook but that is much easier to find. I will put my rug hook in the bottom of my sewing basket and he will dig around until he finds it and then he carries it to the front door. I have no clue why. He tries to hide it under the hooked rug at the front door. </p><p>Then I finally finished the Whale rug. Which means I finished hooking it and I have steamed it. Now I need to bind it and steam it again, so I am almost finished. Its such a lovely rug. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbusQRMROcL6155ex2f_zKCHxO6gbqbf8_zS3-FDHPSFxpogxlLlzMwdg7lQxVxUmW1MulaMSFh42FY6bQBv7o0cMUROJ0VMOYhQW6OEorurMokUc6G95sqQkkwO_Z9pbtfpg5onPy46DfWO3RDLTNk4aTX0sjhQyMCaiT4V3W6_BSxVqgbDmDiiUo/s2876/IMG_5319%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1716" data-original-width="2876" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbusQRMROcL6155ex2f_zKCHxO6gbqbf8_zS3-FDHPSFxpogxlLlzMwdg7lQxVxUmW1MulaMSFh42FY6bQBv7o0cMUROJ0VMOYhQW6OEorurMokUc6G95sqQkkwO_Z9pbtfpg5onPy46DfWO3RDLTNk4aTX0sjhQyMCaiT4V3W6_BSxVqgbDmDiiUo/w400-h239/IMG_5319%20(2).JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /> I am looking forward to finishing this one. I drew out two rug patterns and I would like to start those after I finish up Magdalena's goat. My rug list never seems to go down. I have a basket of projects I wanted to do for this year, and I keep adding to them. <p></p><p>We are having the I never know what to call them, our kids? Our young adults and their wives and husbands? Those grown people who live here in this town? You know those people, for dinner on Easter Sunday. We should have lovely weather. Of course, I will make too much food. It will be nice though. I will miss the older two and their families. I am getting the urge to go visiting. I really need to see our grands. I have forgot the hard part about driving for 4 days to North Carolina. I can only remember what fun it was to go camping for two weeks, being with our grands and our kids. Talking all hours and just enjoying being together.<br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8N7ugkS3SUhLGeKMF1vBwr8lR6TuvMmjzwBknccHnAb06j6GnED29LlSwnS4FB5R5NIhQN4o-ESslZUtv4a_fQFwrc8_3wCEOox8BLBf4bzby9_Ldnhv5PsnruKbpMnH-86tmL-6WnyD6SG2m7evnstuag3i2bfEinbZ9nysrRN8RY9D0lJLYwkFi/s1884/IMG_5324%20(2).PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1884" data-original-width="1241" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8N7ugkS3SUhLGeKMF1vBwr8lR6TuvMmjzwBknccHnAb06j6GnED29LlSwnS4FB5R5NIhQN4o-ESslZUtv4a_fQFwrc8_3wCEOox8BLBf4bzby9_Ldnhv5PsnruKbpMnH-86tmL-6WnyD6SG2m7evnstuag3i2bfEinbZ9nysrRN8RY9D0lJLYwkFi/w264-h400/IMG_5324%20(2).PNG" width="264" /></a></div>Then of course, all I can remember when we drive that 10 hours to Tucson, how beautiful the desert is, how good I feel in the desert. I feel like I bounce up and down on the seat like a little kid because I will get to see the Arizona grands and their Mom and Dad. I just need to try and ignore that price of gas thing. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxmPy2UCQcAW43YAf33NKovIUUmeBms-Ej4aO-TfjA_K1Q1ryHPtYl55PHCt99t6a7lPWq-5wRZ8g9UzxiHisil6CMadFhrMt2Tf8GioupZcSMNMJ_4Q3IRRAJa3FnvdA9Ks6XOkesjxQnn8qyJ6DqT4F5NA-nu3RFMnWSQ066BxqGVBh7NK8uIUJJ/s2208/IMG_5327.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2208" data-original-width="1242" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxmPy2UCQcAW43YAf33NKovIUUmeBms-Ej4aO-TfjA_K1Q1ryHPtYl55PHCt99t6a7lPWq-5wRZ8g9UzxiHisil6CMadFhrMt2Tf8GioupZcSMNMJ_4Q3IRRAJa3FnvdA9Ks6XOkesjxQnn8qyJ6DqT4F5NA-nu3RFMnWSQ066BxqGVBh7NK8uIUJJ/w225-h400/IMG_5327.PNG" width="225" /></a></div><p>That is the Petrified Forest by the way. The part that they let you see. One thing I learned on that trip was the government really keeps the good stuff for themselves, and they don't want you to see anything that will change the narrative of what they want you to believe. It was kind of eye opening. You aren't supposed to take any petrified wood, but down the road as you are coming into the park, are three huge places you can go buy all you want. </p><p>I have to go start my cooking and baking. Its cloudy outside and a great day to bake to my hearts content. </p><p>I hope you have a lovely day, thank you so much for stopping by my blog today.</p><p>~Kim~</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTAFVemI72uSkgIeRIzCshoMbaxh9RFBFymwMA5oyMGFB8BtVuJDi9LXBsZ0i2C8l7k9Qp7pEDos7asHUyO0y2EIJWSaUAet9Bgiu0uidfaPaKvqUn0BUjiNR_SqjpLgriNfjU8Wm9ax0VlrOjYiGT6Aj-smA9rel5RHfr9IR21A5w7q-aBhVzQwCm/s2592/april%20photos%20007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1944" data-original-width="2592" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTAFVemI72uSkgIeRIzCshoMbaxh9RFBFymwMA5oyMGFB8BtVuJDi9LXBsZ0i2C8l7k9Qp7pEDos7asHUyO0y2EIJWSaUAet9Bgiu0uidfaPaKvqUn0BUjiNR_SqjpLgriNfjU8Wm9ax0VlrOjYiGT6Aj-smA9rel5RHfr9IR21A5w7q-aBhVzQwCm/w400-h300/april%20photos%20007.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>"He is not here: for he is risen, as he said."</p><p>Matthew 28:6<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-12030414384771825592022-04-03T08:02:00.001-07:002022-04-03T08:02:54.261-07:00Hello April<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzFBgxowJjZ00DjK6JRhFjnNxqsuDozr1evzdT6xQ-5to7DY7EV4-Xp9px1KHUg3K42tRrzmEevCcxLjgZKBgYP8i1lbLV8hssvZGlJMNEZpssWPxW-F_CRs754ojM1fKEOKi_bPqBElcBDyMt9VHWqtRnhC7WL8hKM2rFVb2zYLtvTZYXQOXatiUN/s4032/IMG_5295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzFBgxowJjZ00DjK6JRhFjnNxqsuDozr1evzdT6xQ-5to7DY7EV4-Xp9px1KHUg3K42tRrzmEevCcxLjgZKBgYP8i1lbLV8hssvZGlJMNEZpssWPxW-F_CRs754ojM1fKEOKi_bPqBElcBDyMt9VHWqtRnhC7WL8hKM2rFVb2zYLtvTZYXQOXatiUN/w300-h400/IMG_5295.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>Happy April!<p></p><p>I finally have some thing to blog about. But first, I have to talk about the weather. Today its a beautiful beachy kind of day. High clouds and the smell of spring in the air is wonderful. I always think that is the smell of the ground warming up. We went to a plant sale yesterday. Emilie our daughter works for <a href="https://esykerncounty.org/">Edible</a> <a href="https://esykerncounty.org/">School Yard.</a> </p><p>What a beautiful place. We really had a nice time exploring and seeing all of the amazing food that is grown there and then she gave us a private tour of the kitchens. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbssErGRRsTUT07k2PfVM2Vriz4GnPtAb0tKvluwgw998c24W1sry7xr4YNv4JSup16R95zLvRa1mcyvmXwNsixeSXPu9CMNPZdOxFY2W-GbfHvJ7JZVaeWJXBGOppJJJJ9T4PXgDjyqd7RSSV6w1gszkgtVSeluHAM6hmZWJQejItggJCcmHRgUKN/s4032/IMG_5266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbssErGRRsTUT07k2PfVM2Vriz4GnPtAb0tKvluwgw998c24W1sry7xr4YNv4JSup16R95zLvRa1mcyvmXwNsixeSXPu9CMNPZdOxFY2W-GbfHvJ7JZVaeWJXBGOppJJJJ9T4PXgDjyqd7RSSV6w1gszkgtVSeluHAM6hmZWJQejItggJCcmHRgUKN/w300-h400/IMG_5266.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrbOM_LvipSSDoVEcydrlSJTzirkLWfj_MDKHjGQoFVxC5pGf2vEVyKXAvcI8zKOWO9x3-PxmzLNmAJ_RvWz9jTCG658Q14MAIYvZm6FxHh-2YcUoch7Fr0h12hEyaihERLv4aAMWSsKVDa9ut5fRHIw5ZFSPSF80Y_KG6mY0hFd-fNmoXL58ZNU0g/s4032/IMG_5290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrbOM_LvipSSDoVEcydrlSJTzirkLWfj_MDKHjGQoFVxC5pGf2vEVyKXAvcI8zKOWO9x3-PxmzLNmAJ_RvWz9jTCG658Q14MAIYvZm6FxHh-2YcUoch7Fr0h12hEyaihERLv4aAMWSsKVDa9ut5fRHIw5ZFSPSF80Y_KG6mY0hFd-fNmoXL58ZNU0g/w300-h400/IMG_5290.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>This is in the middle of town. Its next to a school and the kids get to come and do classes here. I couldn't believe they have this much food that is almost ready to be harvested. <p></p><p><br /> <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCOnVo1GsXzIgGoClOPxrQpjd46aNPK5cAq6zFdCsR7KTin7iXqTCyaMH030MuHdszmSZQbR1Br4_eyrFgxc7nJtSgr4ErsfjaKY3mCNkI5NAkaARqsx7tb7Uj3yYlv9hIlQhPBea9QYOeBof_MuKpYq-WfwJCNfyWFA30I-Pneo7i_wa_SqMZ-wAt/s4032/IMG_5288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCOnVo1GsXzIgGoClOPxrQpjd46aNPK5cAq6zFdCsR7KTin7iXqTCyaMH030MuHdszmSZQbR1Br4_eyrFgxc7nJtSgr4ErsfjaKY3mCNkI5NAkaARqsx7tb7Uj3yYlv9hIlQhPBea9QYOeBof_MuKpYq-WfwJCNfyWFA30I-Pneo7i_wa_SqMZ-wAt/w300-h400/IMG_5288.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaGUtTmsOLGWuFgxrX0KnNq_S_vDxrP2SMUD55-9jBrDlXvp3VGmfAs8UkeCdBM8tm78DKnACfy77xbterVRjx4VTM1rMuUJPerkdFpu3d9Qdwg-XAFTYfNfiGUoCDbUhtQ4BeSQEfyw8XvdDx6vZFnB50iWRDLogTWiOKzp_cfCISSB_1eq-2g8QP/s4032/IMG_5298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaGUtTmsOLGWuFgxrX0KnNq_S_vDxrP2SMUD55-9jBrDlXvp3VGmfAs8UkeCdBM8tm78DKnACfy77xbterVRjx4VTM1rMuUJPerkdFpu3d9Qdwg-XAFTYfNfiGUoCDbUhtQ4BeSQEfyw8XvdDx6vZFnB50iWRDLogTWiOKzp_cfCISSB_1eq-2g8QP/w300-h400/IMG_5298.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>When we put in those cattle panels at our last garden at the other house, I love to stand and stare down the arches. We get squash beetles so bad here, hopefully it will help. It helped our squash and cucumbers for awhile. I hope it works for them. The property is owned by<a href="https://www.grimmway.com/"> Grimmway Farms</a> so I think they know what they are doing. The apricots were already so big on the trees. The orange trees were in full bloom and it just smelled amazing. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNRCy6WcWTlqUgNU3XFtQL6f_nuqHuxFV5_VaVabvZdaMxygqXEHDHNlbhMAfoWm25xcHeUPbTDMKuwS3jF6_Gd32LYsM_4WhvvkH2n4zTDPLQf8JamrCgDBiKdBEQChe8_FitpPpQkpqmGy1Q-eDYqofw4KPVlauYRXZ0hwcuSEzLCkZ2ygbiBhCR/s4032/IMG_5291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNRCy6WcWTlqUgNU3XFtQL6f_nuqHuxFV5_VaVabvZdaMxygqXEHDHNlbhMAfoWm25xcHeUPbTDMKuwS3jF6_Gd32LYsM_4WhvvkH2n4zTDPLQf8JamrCgDBiKdBEQChe8_FitpPpQkpqmGy1Q-eDYqofw4KPVlauYRXZ0hwcuSEzLCkZ2ygbiBhCR/w300-h400/IMG_5291.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-FkkVE0q68zroD8N5Y5xCwI5LfS93okH0fIJbMZHh4pLwohzkSzu9_Q_X-kFnfkwQDgc9mJJHI0wohe8d-KIv8l7KxBWX-8egR4vUntixXCOBlArxa-3YVBcNrf5LCDXvb6V60yRtbUOg1zVZPx4EOdHv5fWR8LQnp2rJw_FYpPOQ77NshcN6J0el/s4032/IMG_5289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-FkkVE0q68zroD8N5Y5xCwI5LfS93okH0fIJbMZHh4pLwohzkSzu9_Q_X-kFnfkwQDgc9mJJHI0wohe8d-KIv8l7KxBWX-8egR4vUntixXCOBlArxa-3YVBcNrf5LCDXvb6V60yRtbUOg1zVZPx4EOdHv5fWR8LQnp2rJw_FYpPOQ77NshcN6J0el/w300-h400/IMG_5289.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>The Artichokes were huge! They were already loaded with artichokes. There were lots more but I couldn't get them all in the frame. They also had this wood burning pizza oven. They were selling pizza that they were making with the produce they have and it was so cool. I think I would love to have a pizza oven like that. Behind the pizza oven, they have grape vines covered in little grapes. On beyond that is a olive orchard and they make their own olive oil. I bought a bottle of it. In the school kitchen they use it like this.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEokLkuTdILimItpy5WO68lDim4Q0ILcwHhtcB17SJy5eONSkEpQVvBOcYjPLHLUapi1oA0_e9ULkM7brFMzBs9iil2kL3-awjHnbwAP7s4j_6K11VtWSRf6-g0nWDpgi67y2T2Pc1wG_4DfqOp5AneowaZWuuZ-0axQZ84ZESBu3k07DwZKbl5vOZ/s4032/IMG_5303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEokLkuTdILimItpy5WO68lDim4Q0ILcwHhtcB17SJy5eONSkEpQVvBOcYjPLHLUapi1oA0_e9ULkM7brFMzBs9iil2kL3-awjHnbwAP7s4j_6K11VtWSRf6-g0nWDpgi67y2T2Pc1wG_4DfqOp5AneowaZWuuZ-0axQZ84ZESBu3k07DwZKbl5vOZ/w300-h400/IMG_5303.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQV3cuya7GrulGGJVhvrMbBveOSsxAQUnWL6Nj05b5TcEJ049mD65hjcvnRDZ6O8e7tJPnom02fqkEdhgfx8egBTLzi8-hb_iPN0FAQmWMFH9k_FXTPUmIJ-1nxpQVuFWtrMVlSLJfn-i5Xjqk_9-3V2g3B5ut3aYwPiwrnmb5FX_EZmwiFUylnJL8/s4032/IMG_5299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQV3cuya7GrulGGJVhvrMbBveOSsxAQUnWL6Nj05b5TcEJ049mD65hjcvnRDZ6O8e7tJPnom02fqkEdhgfx8egBTLzi8-hb_iPN0FAQmWMFH9k_FXTPUmIJ-1nxpQVuFWtrMVlSLJfn-i5Xjqk_9-3V2g3B5ut3aYwPiwrnmb5FX_EZmwiFUylnJL8/w300-h400/IMG_5299.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>They grow and dry and use their own herbs too. Can you see those drawers? I loved that I would take out some of my kitchen cabinets to have something like that. I thought it was so cool. Emilie has been doing a cooking segment on our local news for the school. Our youngest son Peter and his girlfriend Belle came too and we walked around enjoying the morning and of course, buying plants. It was nice to have Emilie take us on a special tour of the kitchen. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsOLbWBPCdgslB9oEXL9bAFi5OdfOZ_3qQzNeQgGwb8siZZU3Pb4W1Q5rvdSb9qZfzM-c1g8dm8GXqe1cGHWXG8ylyHc4NfDCYK5SaAxWgUIGmE3UjYNStQtHUz0bTU-EEuMBTZ5A1FIfO4avTkv6_JZE3K8U30n2jNt4u6g4Rqm5DJ_HAMlTGPhpK/s4032/IMG_5284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsOLbWBPCdgslB9oEXL9bAFi5OdfOZ_3qQzNeQgGwb8siZZU3Pb4W1Q5rvdSb9qZfzM-c1g8dm8GXqe1cGHWXG8ylyHc4NfDCYK5SaAxWgUIGmE3UjYNStQtHUz0bTU-EEuMBTZ5A1FIfO4avTkv6_JZE3K8U30n2jNt4u6g4Rqm5DJ_HAMlTGPhpK/w300-h400/IMG_5284.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoG73ewp2-FTQkUhgoaZPZ8S5PdyuIRmnE9GFUsm_oT8CJmi-b0N0u_qpbCoNKvLvPZB5F_vnksIXdUKu1Aq8MQeUsZqCLmXlqvNF8FSVmX99p8RMVn5JzJShjSyFKyrcu3c9YWK7OUJ-QTrOeQu0_iJuB3dIxnWxQwr7c99czr_xnUKhKS67K-I-T/s4032/IMG_5283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoG73ewp2-FTQkUhgoaZPZ8S5PdyuIRmnE9GFUsm_oT8CJmi-b0N0u_qpbCoNKvLvPZB5F_vnksIXdUKu1Aq8MQeUsZqCLmXlqvNF8FSVmX99p8RMVn5JzJShjSyFKyrcu3c9YWK7OUJ-QTrOeQu0_iJuB3dIxnWxQwr7c99czr_xnUKhKS67K-I-T/w300-h400/IMG_5283.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>I couldn't believe they already have onions to harvest. They let the school kids come in and harvest so they will be doing this pretty quick. Emilie asked if we wanted some, I said, of course. They were serving coffee, iced mint coffee Julep. Lemonade and water and of course pizza. There was homemade scones and other breads. There were so many people there, yet it never felt crowded. </p><p>Ron and I got our garden beds ready before we went, in case we bought anything. We bought some tomatoes and peppers. We have 95 degree temps next week! This does not bode well for summer. I don't normally put in tomatoes and peppers this early, but it may be okay. </p><p>I am almost finished with my whale rug. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghMSHhWgW-bPKa1OSQ5iyOJvNC4PPU-9qHVjzlLX8UiNwuqT_2mVOhyngTrUCp89qFlwIk2NkzUjAi5qKlEfj0XjItzy7MDvLFzmbmkcls4clNizKnWsGF1l9YKgVJQddtM6C1Uzw8oUPy6THucn7gSZ3qH8hYBDa19QrBcSF8bPnyxVwRMEMYc5GZ/s4032/IMG_5304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghMSHhWgW-bPKa1OSQ5iyOJvNC4PPU-9qHVjzlLX8UiNwuqT_2mVOhyngTrUCp89qFlwIk2NkzUjAi5qKlEfj0XjItzy7MDvLFzmbmkcls4clNizKnWsGF1l9YKgVJQddtM6C1Uzw8oUPy6THucn7gSZ3qH8hYBDa19QrBcSF8bPnyxVwRMEMYc5GZ/w300-h400/IMG_5304.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>I have loved this rug for so long. I really like it. Then I bought this very cute pattern. I just love it. I worked on it way too much yesterday. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw5UCr75YpcmrWeHfDDxcBZpvkMj0MNspGFCOVrvs2k45UOUSHa8v3-V9YB875XAsaroni9VJqMaUQfsuejchzQzx5o7ikMJtXz1N1Nlw9pNkpCqUR3nVL48X9OvNCcjoXH_M-pQMI7JTUbdaMfKdXWq8M18Vvxs73JEI9iuVz69u-PhEf6u98TyBq/s4032/IMG_5306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw5UCr75YpcmrWeHfDDxcBZpvkMj0MNspGFCOVrvs2k45UOUSHa8v3-V9YB875XAsaroni9VJqMaUQfsuejchzQzx5o7ikMJtXz1N1Nlw9pNkpCqUR3nVL48X9OvNCcjoXH_M-pQMI7JTUbdaMfKdXWq8M18Vvxs73JEI9iuVz69u-PhEf6u98TyBq/w300-h400/IMG_5306.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p>I just loved this pattern. I loved that that big bird is standing on a wool penny. I think I bought it just for that. I just love whimsy. </p><p>So that is what I have been doing. Nothing crazy. I hope you have a wonderful start to April. </p><p>~Kim~</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKgBnymXKV4u7Jihl43_PsYcbAd07oFylRRnA-9BthoaFDx3aB_MDHHj6ifhvEkM1tPh_Iz1JAtQ-lzjsvhtpjl5jyfw-TfYJbWdZzXWFdslTuZgtBnJwmVSj9ZdLrqI82TYwANoULbwKRAc2T_qKwrTO13mNwoed8cGlm7k8dGP3z2PY1Q4qe9rzm/s4032/IMG_5294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKgBnymXKV4u7Jihl43_PsYcbAd07oFylRRnA-9BthoaFDx3aB_MDHHj6ifhvEkM1tPh_Iz1JAtQ-lzjsvhtpjl5jyfw-TfYJbWdZzXWFdslTuZgtBnJwmVSj9ZdLrqI82TYwANoULbwKRAc2T_qKwrTO13mNwoed8cGlm7k8dGP3z2PY1Q4qe9rzm/w300-h400/IMG_5294.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><p></p><p><br />If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.</p><p>(Francis Hodgson Burnett)<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6044361545139026110.post-60442395150898522482022-03-21T08:38:00.000-07:002022-03-21T08:38:37.162-07:00Well, Hello Spring!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE8jKOPMGAJRgLpEKf_HpxpNreLWolWSaKytvbcncKtP8R9u3D6UDp0LoG8p-Ogmh4GlaHlo9Rrx7ZWmELqf0K2tl5o0SbTi1P0HFe9jzJdh87WTi6anw_rVZj98wAtVEshS0mujv5BXUe9kofuCIDWn19JOk48osU8_WKHKXez4ejH4qN52yJu49s/s4032/IMG_4491.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE8jKOPMGAJRgLpEKf_HpxpNreLWolWSaKytvbcncKtP8R9u3D6UDp0LoG8p-Ogmh4GlaHlo9Rrx7ZWmELqf0K2tl5o0SbTi1P0HFe9jzJdh87WTi6anw_rVZj98wAtVEshS0mujv5BXUe9kofuCIDWn19JOk48osU8_WKHKXez4ejH4qN52yJu49s/w300-h400/IMG_4491.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /> Happy Spring! <p></p><p>The trees are finally beginning to get tiny, green leaves on them. We are supposed to be in the low 90s this week. I could I suppose start some seeds. We worked on the garden beds and got the back yard flowerbeds cleaned. We really had planned to go visit the nursery that is in walking distance but it rained. Nice rain but too much to ignore. In the Central Valley, we don't get rain like Northern California. So I can mostly ignore it if I want to play outside, but this last storm was like real rain so I just hooked my current rug. Its called <a href="https://woodlandjunction.blogspot.com/">Mighty Whale, by Woodland Junction.</a> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizKgzRy2do01guYSuwRYSAOtUTKWJLET-teWD5QyZpQyBY-ArAgNAjCEh5OLJKQTTpiUEDLSPuiwTWU-PEeoFX-1L8cKS_EybUHx3eguFNSnvCLHFM_6BSpN4aTtG7HnlzFN3WiJ1wCMezp6ozGPyyteZppQwotIKAqcEb83IiKQmA37xoAMxoiznh/s2691/IMG_5257%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1802" data-original-width="2691" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizKgzRy2do01guYSuwRYSAOtUTKWJLET-teWD5QyZpQyBY-ArAgNAjCEh5OLJKQTTpiUEDLSPuiwTWU-PEeoFX-1L8cKS_EybUHx3eguFNSnvCLHFM_6BSpN4aTtG7HnlzFN3WiJ1wCMezp6ozGPyyteZppQwotIKAqcEb83IiKQmA37xoAMxoiznh/w400-h268/IMG_5257%20(2).JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>It looks really dark in this picture, Its not that dark. I have wanted to do this rug since I first started hooking rugs. I think I started hooking rugs in 2011 or so. I waited to hook rugs until I was done with homeschooling and could concentrate on learning all about it. I remember the first magazine I saw and it had Polly Minick and her rugs and that was all I wanted to do. I still had small kids and I was afraid my wool cutter would be used to cut construction paper and what ever else they thought they could cut. So I postponed it. I still have that magazine too. I had a copier and the kids were in AWANA and there was a counterfeiting scandal that happened with AWANA dollars, I am not accusing anyone of course, but I knew what would happen with a wool cutter. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLDA2CNn9jiFmRCCJAjzsWrRWxfVsX5CEo1lZZ_rzxIN9LO2xLn2B0eH5KM72h6gltfI8n-C6GuvSsveDOD35048wvAaSJ6vKjXWeOrbepK_KaNKTpxFeBqhcq-0uMsPZPZm5bEAsluxzilAR3ryFKYJQx2QoOvgTs_X0IRoZAcjNyhaPOJfS0hVof/s4032/IMG_5245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLDA2CNn9jiFmRCCJAjzsWrRWxfVsX5CEo1lZZ_rzxIN9LO2xLn2B0eH5KM72h6gltfI8n-C6GuvSsveDOD35048wvAaSJ6vKjXWeOrbepK_KaNKTpxFeBqhcq-0uMsPZPZm5bEAsluxzilAR3ryFKYJQx2QoOvgTs_X0IRoZAcjNyhaPOJfS0hVof/w300-h400/IMG_5245.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>We were living in town then and at 2:00 we had quiet time. Mainly because I was so tired I was a zombie. So for one hour they were in their rooms. Since I spent most of my 30s either pregnant or nursing I would have the youngest baby with me. The next to youngest at the time was two and he was sharing a room with his much older brothers. It was in the upstairs bedroom. I remember the day when the sweet man next door, knocked on our front door. " He said, Kim I hate to bother you, but I thought I really should let you know that about 2:00 in the afternoon, the boys lower the baby down on a rope and he goes in the garage and gets soda out of the fridge and they pull him back up on the rope. It looks pretty dangerous and I thought you should know." I was just floored. You know having kids really makes you jaded. <p></p><p>We got the baby out of the room with the older boys and the older boys really thought up things to do. </p><p>When 911 happened. I was outside and our oldest son came running outside and said, "The twin towers have been attacked!" I looked at Ron and said, "How does he know? We don't have a T.V.?" We didn't have a T.V. but someone had given him a broken one and he fixed it and he had it in his closet. Unknown to me. I think that was the beginning of his life of being able to fix anything. (He has a You Tube channel and I watch him now fix anything broken but I think that TV was the first.)</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHeeDauEz7STJSxVtZ5xJpJB9HXEk8GdNOMPmi1nPUaWLRW8-MftF4f4pCEdMm2BrCgkVwv9yaT4LQYcEf82R0TUiJy3I24BWND2rwYxfClBFLy7bycytAdIN-2-dQJc1oraafJyBLz9puJUotsw8PJh7hnNFfAYg7464hxkYjbBO6O2hme8osaRE5/s4032/IMG_5254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHeeDauEz7STJSxVtZ5xJpJB9HXEk8GdNOMPmi1nPUaWLRW8-MftF4f4pCEdMm2BrCgkVwv9yaT4LQYcEf82R0TUiJy3I24BWND2rwYxfClBFLy7bycytAdIN-2-dQJc1oraafJyBLz9puJUotsw8PJh7hnNFfAYg7464hxkYjbBO6O2hme8osaRE5/w300-h400/IMG_5254.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>I am glad my kids have kids. That is when you know there is justice in the world. Of course, I don't think my grand kids are like their parents, they never do anything wrong. <p></p><p>Its spring and I start thinking of taking trips to the desert. I love seeing the cactus this time of year. I love watching them bloom. Plus can you tell? I miss my grand kids and their parents. </p><p>I hope you have a lovely week. Can you believe April is just around the corner too. </p><p>Thank you for stopping by,</p><p>~Kim~</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx9PQs0QNTiYSUJJfSI7zzMLAdSX8L7MOY_TH_af8FYCqT6au6PNnYEFilcmng6_Nay1KXb-4FIXlpZjC03OZxNo83oHNx2SxTF1YCAsflQ2h6ci-_TOvyptuGbWdXvnTZl8bIjaL4-cKneFaQ6Q0Ryh5pf6P6C3qcBPqZz8DXdK41eGY_XWyZudRi/s3439/IMG_4443%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3439" data-original-width="2932" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx9PQs0QNTiYSUJJfSI7zzMLAdSX8L7MOY_TH_af8FYCqT6au6PNnYEFilcmng6_Nay1KXb-4FIXlpZjC03OZxNo83oHNx2SxTF1YCAsflQ2h6ci-_TOvyptuGbWdXvnTZl8bIjaL4-cKneFaQ6Q0Ryh5pf6P6C3qcBPqZz8DXdK41eGY_XWyZudRi/w341-h400/IMG_4443%20(2).JPG" width="341" /></a></div><br /> This was my thought this morning. I have sat and stared out the window and thought about it. <p></p><p>"Life is the sum of all of your choices."...(Albert Camus.) <br /> <br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br />Farm Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.com9