Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Boxed Up

My husband next the to 2 year old Magnolia tree we planted. He bought this up here from Louisiana for me. I love the giant white flowers. And I missed not having them.

We wore our our old mailbox. So I painted a rooster on the new box and we got busy putting it up.

Installing the new box at dusk because we ran out of time and daylight.

My handiwork.

Grateful for the screwdriver that can light up.

Fluffy Life

With the warm early spring, the fur is coming off the animals.

My husband takes the time to brush the bunnies.

Cotton is helping

Bunny fur is not fun to eat.

Mr. Jingles


The Shadow knows....

New Buzz

After a lot of talk and study we decided I should get into raising bees. We have talked about it for 2+ years and put it off for various reasons. I have a full plate this time of the year with spring, planting, poultry and my own pursuits, sewing. But my husband and I went to a free bee class held by the local feed store. I like bugs, playing with bugs, talking to other people about bugs so my husband thinks this can work. I was a bit daunted by the equipment and cost. But starting up any new business cost.
After the class I decided no way. No one around us raises bees, I have no help no teacher. But that never stopped us before.  We talked to several bee people who love raising their bees after the class. They came to the class for the discount and free stuff. Bee people are thrifty.
I have no idea if my husband or I am allergic to bee stings. That should be fun, too.
But either way my 2 queens and their gang will be here in May. So we have to hives and supers coming, I have painting to do and plans to make. I have a long list of people wanting honey that is not even made yet. Turns out a lot of Ozark people miss bees and honey. About 20 years ago everyone had bees here, like chickens. But then people started spraying their crops and the bees died off. No one wanted the hassle of hive keeping after that. 
But if this bee thing works for us then it might become a fun thing to bring some income to the farm. The main reason we are doing it is for the pollination. My flowers and veggies need pollination. The honey is just a bonus. 

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Dem Bones

One of the perks of living in the Ozarks, hunters and bones. I was taken out to the woods to learn how it is done. One friend stakes his carcasses so the animals do not drag them all over the place. From here we used and axe to remove the heads.

Coyote, bobcats and skunks

All have been put in a cage on an ant hill to clean them out. They were very meaty and needed nature to do the wet work. Now they are ready to be cleaned with H2O2 and water. A good soaking and bath then dry. Never use bleach, it ruins the bones. The skulls are in a trap to keep animals from walking off with them. Everything in the woods loves bone to chew on. These will be cleaned and donated to a local high school science class.

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Just Normal Ffolks

As we heat with firewood, it is nice to take a break and enjoy the heat.
Wood warms you twice once when you chop and split it and once when you burn it.
Cotton's favorite spot in the house. Where her foster litter  mates all were raised last May.

Melon on the wicker lounger.
Our house is full of books and cats. It reminds me of a favorite movie of mine Ffolks staring Sean Connery. We have many outside adventures, libraries, needlepoint and cats in and around our farm. You can't do anything around here without a few cats accompanying you.

Poppy showing off his pajamas. Code for it is cold and let me in.

Just a day of snow.

Coop is all warm and dry.

Our wet and icy horses.

Big Gray Day

Cotton learning to be an outside cat. She is sizing up the ducks.

Melon watching the driveway.

Resting is Melon belly.

He smells bread for the ducks.

Enjoying the sun break in the cold clouds.

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Glass Ass

These are the pieces of glass my husbands nephew made for us in his studio in New Orleans. It was in this studio where I slipped and did a split and pulled my hamstrings and broke my butt bone. But in spite of my middle aged acrobatics, the glass making continued.

As per our request he was able to make these ornaments, vase and glass.

We have added these to our personal collection of his works. We have a greenhouse and hutch filled with all his creations. One day when we have passed, he can go through it all. Pass it down to his kids or donated to a person or place who appreciates it. I learned that I have no place in a glass blowing studio. Best to be an observer and collector.