Friday Project: The week in photos (week 5, August 8)
Well, I missed a week. Technology is my nemesis. I had all the photos chosen and uploaded, the text written, the layout laid out, and the draft saved. Then it got “lost.” Sigh. It didn’t help that my heart was and is really hurting. You see, I also just lost Betty, one of the little calves I was raising. She had grown big and was thriving, and then suddenly she was dead. Just like that. I am also losing my sweet cat, Charles Dickens. He went missing, then came back, but he is
Friday Project: the week in photos (week 4, July 25th)
A week of storms and sunshine. The garden is growing, we are enjoying the daily harvest, and haying is done! The animals will eat well this winter, which gives a cozy feeling, even now in these hot, heavy days. It wasn't a great week for photos because I am continually having technical difficulties. I may have to admit my ancient point and shoot is not up to the challenges of this project. Mostly that is my fault -- years of dropping it in the dirt, and even leaving it out in
Friday Project: the week in photos (week 3, July 18th)
Happy Summer everyone! I said it last week, and it has certainly been true -- midsummer is here in all it's glory. This was a week of beautiful mornings, warm, lazy afternoons, and long, rosy dusks. Every evening this week I have said, "It really is a perfect summer evening , isn't it?" And every evening it has been true. We also had some surprises -- in the form of kittens! In last week's photos I wrote about Roxy and the hope that she might appear with babies...how we disc
Friday Project: the week in photos (week 2, July 11th)
This week started out steamy. Really steamy. All the rain that fell in June + the first high temperatures of the season made the perfect combination for enjoying iced tea and shade trees. There may have been some afternoon napping as well. There were still a few cool days -- I wore my stocking cap to do chores one morning! But it is definitely midsummer. The grass in the pasture is waist high in some places, the garden is greening up beautifully, and the animals are all getti
Summer Evenings
When I was growing up we lived in a very small house. I can't remember if I thought is was small, but it was -- especially as the family grew and the house didn't. You could pretty much hear everyone, all the time. It was not a good house for holding secrets. For some part of every summers, we went to a rough hewn little cottage that once belonged to my grandparents. It was even smaller, really just one room with a few thin walls to divide the space. In both places I remember
