Am I “strideless?”
The “entertainment reporter” was carrying on and on about a certain actress who’s done this and that and more of this and that and how she’s “hit her stride” with her current project. So, as I stood in the shower this morning, fishing my daughter’s long hair out of the drain, I got to thinking…
Wordless Wednesday: friends
WPC: Finding extraordinary in the ordinary
Finding extraordinary magic in ordinary days only takes a walk in the woods.
Caramel apple jam recipe
The wild apples trees on the farm are flush with fruit. The old timer up the road says that’s a bad sign – lots of apples means a long, harsh winter. He also says women shouldn’t be allowed to drive and that moonshine will cure the flu. But I digress… This jam is autumn at…
Menopause (a.k.a. The day the FedEx guy saw me naked)
“Is it hot in here or is it just me?” I ask my daughter, hoping she’s going to tell me that it is, in fact, NOT me and it is actually 279 degrees in the house. “Nooooo, it’s YOU!” she whines back, without ever looking up from her phone to make sure that I’m not…
WPC: Happy place (among the cows)
I am happy among the cows… In the fields surrounded by the old stone walls… Listening to the calves beller for their mothers… Looking over the mountaintops… Watching the cows silently graze their way across the pasture. Our farm is my happy place.
Wordless Wednesday: autumn’s paintbrush
Old fashioned pot roast recipe
My husband’s grandmother used to make “roast-a-beef” every Sunday. She would boil the roast with some salt and pepper. The result was a grey, tough lump of meat that needed to be cut with a chainsaw. Never in my life did I ever hear of someone boiling meat! She also ate raw onion sandwiches and…
The Farmers in the Dell 