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Little Slice of Heaven, Rural Pennsylvania, United States
wife. mommie. daughter. home-maker. my family is my passion. when not chasing children, husband, or pets about i like to bake, sew, quilt, cook, dig in the dirt, tromp around, take pictures, ponder, and fill my lungs with good, clean air. i am a very blessed girl.

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Thoughtful Thursday

I am erecting a barrier of simplicity between myself and the world.

--- Andre Gide

Sunday, May 27, 2012

As the saying goes. . .

Make hay while the sun shines. . .

And then take a little rest atop it. . .

We welcomed two new heifers today.  Following in the hoofsteps of Buttercup & Ellie Mae, and Dixie & Little Bea, 
please make your acquaintance with 

Ginger and Mary Anne

Two Black Angus heifers that will spend the summer and autumn on our pasture.  Cows are not unlike cats in their consummate inscrutability.  That calm, cud-chewing exterior masks a deep bovine mystery. 
The wheels are turning, don't be fooled. 

Cow Zen


Friday, May 25, 2012

Still wet behind the ears. . . .

and everywhere else, too.  This has become this:

Not my best photography, but I had to sneak in while the mama was out for a short bit.  Standing on a chair, blindly aiming my lens up and over the lip of the nest, and hoping for the best.  Birds are such fantastical creatures, and as a hobby-birder, I'm quite fascinated with all things feathered.  But boy oh boy, they sure start out as something only a mother could love.

Wet, naked little things.  Utterly helpless, snack-sized tidbits.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Thoughtful Thursday

. . .I am going. . .

. . .in search of. . .

. . .the great perhaps. . .

--- Rabelais

Saturday, May 19, 2012

If at first you don't succeed. . . .

Our turkey hen whose nest was raided has persisted in her endeavors. . .

Keep your fingers, 
& eyes 

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Thoughtful Thursday

Man cannot afford to be a naturalist, to look at nature directly, but only with the side of his eye.  
He must look through her and beyond her.  Too look at her is as 
fatal as to look at the head of Medusa.  
It turns the man of science to stone.
--- Henry David Thoreau

Monday, May 14, 2012

Don't mind Miguel. . . .

he's from Barcelooooona*. . . . .

*if you got the reference to Fawlty Towers, I shall doff my hat at you 
*and* bake you a plate of cookies.

Friday, May 4, 2012

The land of Gaudi. . .

is where I'm off to. . . . back in a week.


Thursday, May 3, 2012

Thoughtful Thursday

Another belief of mine:  that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.

---Margaret Atwood

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

A love letter, of sorts. . .

Today, our biggest boy turns 21 years of age.  When he entered my life, he was a precocious, adorable little guy of just 7.  It was instant momhood for me, and love at first sight.  We've had our ups and downs, much like every parent-teen relationship, but these past many years it has been up, up, and up.  He has matured into such a lovely young man.  Smart, compassionate, handsome, funny, happy, reliable, solid of morals, principled of nature, lover of all things family---the very best sort of son, and the very best sort of friend.  He'll be embarking on an adventure soon, on the West Coast, making his very own way in the big world, far from hearth and home.  I know he'll do well, and he knows we're with him every step of the way.

He gets my jokes.  He makes me laugh.  He loves me through and through.  
And I couldn't love him any more than if I'd pushed him out into this world myself.  

Happy birthday, C. 
I * love * you