Senior Moment

  … or Something.

   I’ve got this delicious jar of blueberry jam that a local resident by the name of Linda made and brought to our fundraiser this past weekend.  It’s almost gone already, because I cannot contain myself when I know it is sitting on the shelf in the refrigerator.  I’ve had two and three helpings a day on toast, it’s that good.

  
 I had my toast with jam at lunch time just because it was there and I had to have it…. and when I looked for the lid to the jam jar, it just vanished.  I looked high and low, under the cabinets, in the drawer beneath it.. in the refrigerator, in the sink… in the dog’s mouth…. I could not  fathom where the h*ll that lid went, because I hadn’t walked away from it and I didn’t see it fall and

IT .  WASN’T.  ANYWHERE.   

How ridiculous, it HAD to be somewhere. I looked in a 20 foot radius incase it had rolled.  Nope.  Finally I gave up and went about my business. I did laundry, washed the dishes in the sink, answered e-mail and made a few phone calls for the upcoming dog event.  Then I went outside to pick some lettuce for the chickens.  What did I spy way out in the GARDEN?

 In my defense, the bracelet has a magnetic clasp and it’s HEAVY, people.
 It coulda happened to anyone, right? 
Right.

Small town, that’s me.

  Because I grew up in the shadows of the big apple,  I know what it’s like to have just a three minute walk to the candy store, the video store, a few blocks to the library, the pet store, hardware, the post office.  I know the convenience of ordering take-out and having it delivered to your door 2o minutes later. I knew that if I missed the bus after school, I could atleast walk the distance.  Actually, I didn’t have to take a bus until middle school. My friends were right outside the door most of the time… and my mother could yell for us to come in from way down the block.

 Around here there is no delivery service for take-out food, and it’s 2o minutes by auto to the closest major grocery store. Kids playdates involve getting in the car.  To run a few errands might take a while, because not much is close to anything else, especially if you’re looking for a decent pair of jeans.   ( Tell me, is there such a thing anymore?  Or is it just my aging body.  Nevermind)

But there is gold in these hills… in the form of generous townfolk who bake goods for your cause, who leave casseroles at your doorstep when your family is in crisis… who show up to help assemble and take down tents when they pass by and see you struggling  (understatement!).   It’s not always seen or felt or appreciated, this blanket of community, but it’s there when you need it.

     

 I’m glad we’re here too.

Happiness is…

…a well used birdbath amidst happy perennials…

….adirondacks side by side and a firepit to roast marshmallows….

..a farmstand like this…

 …the color of eggplant… midnight purpley-black
  

 happy little notes left by neighbors in our farmstand log….
like these….
See the smiley?
 These notes make our day more than any dollar amount …

 The soft little clucks of contented chickens…

… and their forrest Gump feathers that float and settle here and there…

 Little horses with bird groupies that follow them through the field…
  
 That face….

 These half-chaps and paddock boots…
 …and the first leaf to turn…

 Where ever you are reading this … tell me…
what three things bring happiness to you in your immediate environment.

Shark!

  There are a few things in just about everyone’s life that give them the willies.  I love MOST creatures great and small.   The two exceptions are alligators/crocs and sharks.  Just can’t get past the fact that up against one of those babies, I don’t stand a chance of charming my way through the experience.  And so I will never live on  or near a glade in Florida where there is the possibility of an alligator climbing up out of the waterway to see what’s on my b-b-q grill or at the end of my dog leash.   AND.. whenever I’m in or near the ocean, which is frequent because I do love it so…. I’m on my guard for sharks. Martha’s Vineyard is one of my favorite places on earth… except for the shark possibilities.

 Last night college girl took this picture of me…
When I came home I looked at it and lo and behold…

Come sit on the porch….

 

One of my favorite  pleasures in life is the simple act of porch sitting, especially on a rainy day like today. It’s as if the porch beckons you to just sit for a while, stop the whirlwind that is life, and just observe, breathe, be still.   How often do we give ourselves permission to do so. 

 We had a little porch with a slate floor at the front of my childhood home. I fondly remember sitting on the porch with a coloring book and crayons or cookies and milk, watching the rain come down.  In the early years, the smell of my dad’s tobacco pipe, my mother’s music…usually Kris Krisofferson and Rita Coolidge, or Peter, Paul & Mary… Simon & Garfunkel.. playing inside on the record player. Those songs stay with me today… Who’s to Bless and Who’s to blame…. Silver Tongued Devil and I…  Homeward bound… Bridge over troubled water.. 

 Sometimes we’d have no choice but to watch the neighbors across the way as they sat on their porch… arguing… Joe and Virginia… an old Italian couple who kept a very tidy little house and garden.  They couldn’t stand each other but oh, could they grow a mean tomato.

    So while we’re sitting on my porch, let’s talk.  Thank you all for your very conscientious and insightful  comments left on my blog regarding goods made in the USA.  We’re in a real predicament, we Americans.  I truly believe this is one way we can answer our own problems. The government  and big corporations arent’  going to do it for us, we need to take our own stand, send the message ourselves. Buy American whenever possible, buy local produce, frequent mom & pop shops and restaurants and forgo the chains… let’s just do it. I went to Bob’s yesterday to look for sneakers for my son.  I saw lots of tops I’d like to buy for myself, all MADE IN CHINA.  *sigh*   It’s not going to be easy, but we can do it more often than not. It starts with just one simple act.

  Plans for the next Dog Days Adoption Event at Parmelee Farm are under way. Three weeks to go, lots of funds to raise, plans to make, and things to bake for our Bid, Barter and Bake sale.  The last one held in Essex was a big success.. $2,000 raised in one day, all paid for the Mystic Valley event last weekend, where ALL dogs were adopted. Amen.  Thank you to my blog friends who donated to the cause. You rock! … For those of you who are local and reading my blog, if you’re a baker, or if you have a household item we can add to our Bid Barter Bake sale on August 20th,  contact me at karenthisoldhouse@hotmail.com  and I’ll be more than happy to pick up the baked item or household item the day before the sale. (August 19th).

 I hope you’re all getting some respite from the heat and dry spells across the country… we’re seeing steady rain since last night around midnight and it is so refreshing, even for the horses.

             This is what my kitchen looks like since the farm stand can’t open due to the weather.

  The husband’s office…

 Happy Sunday, all….thanks for sitting here with me for a spell.  

 

Big Sky Country

We don’t live out West, known as big sky country… but we sure have some beautiful sky shows around here sometimes… Last night a storm blew in and blew out… leaving an amber glow and then these strange but beautiful clouds….

Note the golden glow…

 And these weird clouds…

 The barn roof reflecting the gold…

 Weird weather.

After the rain

 Last night we had a much needed thunder and rain storm
although it was much too brief.
I love the smell of the damp earth, 
 the feel of wet grass on bare feet
and especially the light on the remaining raindrops
as the sun reappears with the disbursal of storm clouds.

It’s one of life’s reminders.
When you’re in the middle of a storm
and things look their darkest..
Remind yourself that there will be light again…
and renewal. 
Another reminder.. this one from Karen.
Stop worrying about what everyone else might think.
I say…if you’re so inclined…
 go ahead and wear those ridiculously dangly $3.00 earrings
and let them catch the light.
(even in dirty jeans shorts and a horse slobbered t-shirt)
You only live once.

A post of a different color

Today I am …
mucking stalls
doing laundry
watering wilting plants
vacuuming and dusting a very dusty house
hoping the AC won’t give out
tending to hot, buggy horses and bored dogs
and listening to the whining of teenagers
who really want to do something more than
hang around the house, but it’s too darn hot to do anything else.
and today I am…
pretending I’m ignorant of all the horror
I see but don’t want to see.
Thinking of all the parents who sent their kids to a nature camp
on a charming island in Norway
and will bring them home in caskets.
And that incident is just a speck of dust in this world we have created.
There are many many more festering specks.
Wondering why, if there is a God,
he created people consumed in such hatred,
such righteous arrogance that they feel any justification
in the senseless butchering of other innocent human beings.
Why is there so much suffering in so many ways.
So that’s why I believe.. we’ve brought this all on ourselves,
however we actually got here.
This is how I feel when I hear someone say
~God has a plan for all of us~
Really? I can’t imagine this was His plan. 
  I think…
We are to blame, not  a  “creator”.
We will be the end of us… in the End.
..more floating specks…
Casey A. walks free, and clearly SOMEONE is protecting her.
Who’s doing the same for the girl who testifies against
drug and sex slave trafficers and then disappears forever.
Authorities say “she fell through the cracks”. 
Politicians get uglier by the day. Republicans and Democrats,
right wing, left wing, south, west and northeast wing alike.
In my own little town there are some ugly politics developing,
and I cannot believe it has touched us here, with so much venom.
We all know each other.

Celebrity divorces make more news headlines than starving humans in the streets.
Our streets. 
The media feeds us and we feed them. Vicious cycle.  
From the very beginning of time, where did it all go wrong?
Territory disputes among cave men? 
Is that where it started?
When did people become so .. what is the word I’m searching for….
Mean, arrogant, heartless, greedy, self-absorbed, pious, narrow minded… 
They all fit.  And then some.
Was it present in us then?
Perhaps we just have more sophisticated tools to inflict now.  
WHY.. can’t we all get along.
Doesn’t seem like it should be this hard.
Think of all the suffering that could be avoided. 
Imagine the wonderful things that could be accomplished TOGETHER
…worldwide!
Today I am…
not going to put up a sunshiney
or even heat-whiney post.
Mark had some interesting things to say today.
Amen, Mark.  Amen. 
PS. This post is not meant to offend. 
I believe you have the right
to believe something different.
I’m just disgusted and this is my voice. 

The bucks stopped here…

 Last night while we were sitting out on the screen porch, look who wandered over the hill to graze…

I counted nine.. all bucks.  I had no idea they traveled together. 
 I assumed they had “territories”.

Once they saw me taking pictures…
far away, using zoom with no flash!…

 They hightailed it out of here.
Did you ever wonder where that saying came from?