Have you seen this?

There is a new website out called The Farmer's Garden. It's a place where backyard gardener's can place ads too sell their wares. Now, there is nothing listed within a hundred miles of my home, but there might be something for other's of you. This might just be a great asset to many of us in the future.

Storm

Yesterday evening, my husband and I were out in the field, picking up the metal from our last massive burning. Thunder cracked in the not so distance, causing us to look up. A small dark cloud rushed in existence, billowing upward a white mushroom of a cloud. Suddenly the air was thick with electricity, and a streak of several beams of light crossed the blue sky, like a child's finger painting and their version of what the sun raising in the east would look like, opposite of what was truly happening, the sun in it's orange and pink glory setting in the west.

Baseball size hail fell unto the uknowing households. We managed to get away with nothing more than a good drenching that barely soaked below the soil's surface.

garden

in other news, large turned 12 yesterday. And we named the new calf Wenona

No longer a Heifer

Born on July 4th 2009
We are calling her Louma for now. But this year the letter is W.


Mother and daughter

3/4 of the way down her tail, she has a white ring. She is already showing signs of being a handful. Doesn't want to lay around much, and is very happy to wonder away from her mother as fast as her wobbly legs will allow.

Uma is her mother and Lot is her father. Remember Lot?

Yesterday the other heifer, Urth, went running to see the calf. Uma chased her down. It reminded me of sisters fighting over a new toy.



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Happy Independence Day!

Yankee Doodle went to Town, riding on a pony. Stuck a feather in his hat and called it Macaroni!

Father and I went down to camp,
Along with Captain Gooding;
And there we saw the men and boys,
As thick as hasty pudding.

Yankee doodle, keep it up,
Yankee doodle dandy;
Mind the music and the step,
And with the girls be handy.

There was Captain Washington
Upon a slapping stallion,
A-giving orders to his men,
I guess there was a million.

And then the feathers on his hat,
They looked so' tarnal fin-a,
I wanted pockily to get
To give to my Jemima.

And then we saw a swamping gun,
Large as a log of maple;
Upon a deuced little cart,
A load for father's cattle.

And every time they shoot it off,
It takes a horn of powder;
It makes a noise like father's gun,
Only a nation louder.

I went as nigh to one myself,
As' Siah's underpinning;
And father went as nigh agin,
I thought the deuce was in him.

We saw a little barrel, too,
The heads were made of leather;
They knocked upon it with little clubs,
And called the folks together.

And there they'd fife away like fun,
And play on cornstalk fiddles,
And some had ribbons red as blood,
All bound around their middles.

The troopers, too, would gallop up
And fire right in our faces;
It scared me almost to death
To see them run such races.

Uncle Sam came there to change
Some pancakes and some onions,
For' lasses cake to carry home
To give his wife and young ones.

But I can't tell half I see
They kept up such a smother;
So I took my hat off, made a bow,
And scampered home to mother.

Cousin Simon grew so bold,
I thought he would have cocked it;
It scared me so I streaked it off,
And hung by father's pocket.

And there I saw a pumpkin shell,
As big as mother's basin;
And every time they touched it off,
They scampered like the nation.

Yankee doodle, keep it up,
Yankee doodle dandy;
Mind the music and the step,
And with the girls be handy.