Blue silo, purple sky
winter of my discontent
Packed in the barn for the winter, these ewes and their lambs live in a sort of dim twilight. Light but not light. Warmer but not warm. I feel as though I have something in common with the sheep. I am tired of the winter. I am tired of being packed inside. I am tired of not being warm, even in my own home. I am tired of the damp. I am tired of the wind. I am tired of the dark. I am tired of the ice and snow.
I am tired.
winter farms
The weather has been horrendous here in Ohio. This is the winter that just won’t quit. We’ve long been into record breaking cold and snow territories. Grey skies are the norm and those of us that suffer from the winter blues have been struggling.
Fotununately, this past Saturday was one of the rare clear days. The blue skies were gorgeous. The sun made the freezing temperatures feel bearable, if just for a single day.
I couldn’t resist the temptation to go for a nice long drive deep into the farm country. Mile after mile of snow covered fields were punctuated with the occasional barn or farm house. With every passing minute, I could feel my own grey mood lifting and by the end of the long drive, I felt recharged. I’m good for a few more weeks of winter.
sheep says baa
new calf
Friday night, a new calf was born on the farm. No name has been chosen yet. Have any ideas? The calf’s mom is named Lilly and has a grandmother named Rose Bud. There is also another cow on the farm named Daisy. What kind of flower name do you think would fit the newest critter?
white powder
The dusting of white powder that Ma Nature gave us for Christmas is now gone. I'm glad we had it for the holiday, but I like these warm temperatures enough that I don't miss the snow. Next week; back to freezing temeraures. Ohio weather, pretty fickle.
winter fields
In the morning snow squall, I took a drive to look at the world. Covered with freshly fallen snow, the softly rolling fields caught my eye. They remind me of the curves and lines of a woman's body. Ok, a woman that has not shaved her legs for a few days. Still, feminine lines all the same.
this week on cribs
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We've already exceeded our seasonal allowance of snow and cold. To think that it is only December makes me wonder about January and February. At least the critters on the farm will have plenty to eat.
to deborah’s house we go
Monday, I turned down the wonderful snowy drive to visit my friend Debbie's home. Not because we are good freinds (though we are). Not because she is a fantastic conversationalist (she is). It's becasue Debbie bakes the most beautiful and flavorful bread you have ever dreamed of. I was on a mission to pick up a loaf of rye and of rustic white. Oh, how good that round of rustic white has been. We will cut into the loaf of rye tomorrow. Perhaps, I will take a picture of it. Just promise not to drool into your keyboard.
red barn and pinnies
This is one of those photos that you see the moment you turn the corner. I was across the farm yard when I saw the girls and I was a fraid that they would run off before I could get closer. I walked slowly towards them until I was close enough to get the shot and then fired off a series of photos.
This image is all about the girls wearing their pinnies contrasted against the massive side of the red barn. It's an iconic image that speaks of the simplicity and of an era past and the innocence of youth.
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