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Featherstone's video is just plain fun. You know where it's going the moment you see the first pillow, but you really enjoy the anticipation. Nice harmonies. Nice lyrics. Nice guitar. Just nice.
Here is a phone conversation that occurred earlier this week:
Jodi: A tiny deer ran across the road while I was driving to work this morning.
Me: (Knowing Jodi's problem of correctly identifying wild animals) What did it look like?
Jodi: It looked like a tiny red dog with a huge fluffy tail and giant ears.
Me:Fox!
Jodi: Thank you baby… I think you're cute too!
While I was out at the farm on Saturday, Lee and Luke hitched Belle and Duke to the plow. The unusually warm weather meant that it was time to start the spring plowing a little earlier than was usual.
There is nothing quite like the beauty of a horse team in action. The soil was wet and heavy and the horses really worked to turn it over.
Seeing the team pulling across the field, it was all to easy to let my mind slip 120 years into the past. Although rare today, this sight was all to common to our great grand parents.
I spent a couple hours at the farm on Saurday. There was a lot going on. Volunteers planted over 1,000 trees, Duke and Belle were hitched to the plow and began the process of turnng over the heavy wet soil. In the house, Debbie was sewing quilt squares on one of the hand cranked sewing machines.
She had a stack of fabric and asked me to pick out some that she would use. With the fabric in hand, she cut it into smaller squares and then sewed them together on the machine. Once assembled, she then used the old iron to press the square flat.
If you live in the Dayton area, the sheep sheering will occur on April 15th. While the men are sheering, the women typically spin processed wool into yarn. If you have never seen them all in action, you might want to stop by.
My family called them thunder mugs. I think most people call them chamber pots. Under any name, they probably beat going out to the out house in the middle of the night in the winter snow.
We've gone a long time without a picture of a chicken. I know you are going into fowl withdrawal, so her is a photo of the new rooster. He needs a name. I called the last one Barnaby Millstone. What should we call this fine bird?
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When I'm in the mood for pop, I really like a polished sound. Ten years ago, I might have kept my love of good pop to myself. However, at fifty years old, I think I've earned the right to come out of the pop closet.
Visited the Franklin Park Conservatory during lunch this week. Now that I have my membership card, you can bet I will make a habit of going more often.
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