So Far So Good

No pictures today...blogger just won't cooperate!

I read over at Wilf The PON the following and I'm stealing it as my motto today:

I'm going to live forever...so far, so good.

More Down On The Farm

When we drove into the organic farm to buy meat and eggs, we enjoyed the sights of a typical farm setting. I wanted to skinny dip in the pond, but age has made me reluctant to strip...or maybe it's wisdom!

The gravel road kicks up dust, so you have to go slow. Just like at my grandpa's farm so many years ago. Some things just don't change no matter how much the world progresses.

Here's a shot of the outside of the farm store. When I asked what the hours are, the lady laughed! "Just don't come too early or too late" she said. Seems she lives next door and when she hears a car she walks over to tend the counter. The grandfather left the farm to her parents who then let each of their 3 children and spouses build a house and help run the farm. The whole family is committed to running it organic and keeping the beef grass fed and hormone free.

We found the farm cat to be quite friendly. Since Lily was raised with two cat-hating dogs, this was a treat for her to have a cat purr and flop over on its back to be tickled. And, speaking of being tickled...I asked to buy a dozen fresh eggs and was given 18 for the price of 12. The farm lady thought they were a "mite" small, so she made up for it by giving us 6 eggs free. We left feeling we'd gotten our money's worth, that's for sure.

Lily's mama took quite a shine to the rug on the floor, so I got a picture of it for her. I think I saw this rug for sale at Sam's Club or Target, but am not quite sure. Anyone out there who knows who sells it, would you please leave a comment? I think it's an in-door/out-door type rug, about 5 by 7 feet.

Down On The Farm...

We went to the Farmer's Market recently and found one of the venders has an organic farm not more than 5 miles from our home. We went out that day and enjoyed the sights as well the meat we bought.

This is the farm store. I really enjoyed the pictures painted on their sign and hope to have the artist paint a blackboard for me.

This old chair must be as old as I am! It looks comfy, but didn't risk whether it would hold me or not. We will be buying all our meats at the farm from now on. All animals are grass fed and free to roam. No pesticides, hormones, or fertilizers are used except for the fertilizer that comes out one end when the cow eats from the other...if'n you know what I mean.

Modes of Travel

I drove over to Albuquerque last week, leaving Northeast Texas very early in the morning to try to get across West Texas during the cooler part of the day. Riding in air conditioned comfort, my thoughts wandered to the pioneer days and earlier modes of transportation.

Can you imagine how hard the ride must have been with wheels like these instead of our rubber tires? While I still love to watch Little House On The Prairie and fool myself that I would've made a sturdy pioneer woman, even my heavily padded tush would've ached after a few hours on this board seat.

My mother-in-law was born 24 years before I was (we share the same birth date) and she often tells me about riding in a wagon like this with her siblings. They had 10 girls and 2 boys in the family and she says in the winter they lay on quilts and snuggled together for warmth. There were plenty of cars around back then, but with that many kids this was the original mini-van!

Come on! Let's hitch up the horses and take a spin...well, maybe when the weather cools a little and we can pad the bottom with a lot of those quilts she talks about.

Patience Is A Virtue

If a prize could be given for most patient dog, surely poor old Wrigley would be the recipient. This is my favorite picture of him and 'his baby', little Lily.

This past week, 2-year-old Lily and her mother have been visiting with the dogs. I've had quite a few chances to see how unbelievably patient poor Wrigs is...accommodating long passionate kisses with a little hand grabbing each cheek, being put in 'time out' even though no one was sure of his actual offense, and sitting through a pretend 'blow dry and comb out' that even the toughest-headed old bitty down at a beauty shop would object to.

I have a renewed respect for this dog, and mid-way through the week I gave in and threw a quilt on the couch and let him spend his evenings up on it. He surely deserved such a little comfort as a well deserved reward.