Yesterday, as I stood by the grave where my father and I had just buried my big, beautiful, gentle, and kind Cochin Rooster, I considered the chicken journey I have travelled for the last 7 years.
This friendly, engaging, and noisy Rooster was a large part of that experience. He was the epi-center. His name was Mr. Coshie.
Mr. Coshie was one of the ambassadors of my farm.
I started with 17 babies back in the springtime of 2013.
I can’t tell you how proud I am of you (and me) this holiday season.
I’m proud that you (and me) stopped and took a moment to ourselves, that we gathered here.
Me, I’ve got a cup of mulled, spiced Wassail beside me, the only light in the room is from the Christmas tree lights and the burning fire. What about you?
In my very best southern drawl Forest Gump voice (which, My Friends, is pretty darn good), “Lie-ph is lack a waul-k through them woodz.”
There are places that heal. We, as humans, are especially drawn them. They help us (re)connect our mind, heart, and soul to something bigger than ourselves. These places offer us a peace deep within if we allow them to. Sometimes people call them their “holy ground.”
What is your place? Is it a particular spot on earth? A cabin? Or do you go to the mountains, or the ocean, or a cathedral? Or the woods?
“It will never be perfect. Make it work. Accept the imperfections.”
What kind of Farmgirl are you?
You know, I always forget how long I’ve been blogging here at MaryJanesFarm. It feels like home to me, so I don’t really think about how long I’ve lived here.
And, of course,
Time flies when you’re having fun!
But recently I noticed that list of links to my previous posts on the right side and decided to take a look back at June 2009, ten years ago.
I started reading the 2009 post and vividly remembered writing it~~ as if it were yesterday.
Where will your walks take you this year?
It has happened this time every year since 2013.
I try to talk you all into joining us for the YOU Challenge. Every year, Farmgirls make a promise to themselves and each other that during the month of May, they will take a walk. Every day. No matter what. 31 days of a stroll.
Good news, we think the comment feature is fixed. Whew!
As it turns out. Well…It could have been…”operator error.”
I’m not surprised. I have a curse, a hex, a jinx when it comes to computer programs.
On with this potato post!
Won’t you try the comment feature at the bottom and tell us what your favorite dish is that you make with plain old white potatoes?
(Sorry about the comment confusion. We love to hear your thoughts and comments! I think we have finally figured it out!)
Change is hard.
Just ask Late Winter.
Ah, the search for the elusive ‘simple living’…
It has become a lengthy quest for me. To be frank, it has stretched out for decades.
And while I have yet to achieve it, I’m getting closer. I’ve discovered many secrets and gifts along my way.
Recently I hit upon one secret without effort or attempt. I’m usually working hard to find them, but this one happened quite by accident. Actually, by necessity. And in this secret, I found some magic of the simple life.
Have you discovered some secrets to simple living? Leave a comment, and share it with us! We need to hear it; we need to share our discoveries with each other.
AND THE WINNER OF THE CHRISTMAS SOCKS AND AVEDA FOOT LOTION IS—–
Rebecca West!!!! Congratulations! Send me your mailing address. Here’s to keeping your dogs toasty this winter!
about the comment technical difficulty, the cooment feature is now up. If you sent me an email, I have it. I have your facebook comments too. You’re all entered! If you haven’t yet entered and you’d like to comment here to enter, you’re now able to. Otherwise, you can continue to email me at email@example.com.
Thanksgiving was a good one, yes? You counted your blessings, ate lots of turkey and dressing, visited with family, and watched football games.
Now the page turns….drum roll please.….AND
Here comes the holiday season! It sure didn’t sneak up on us this year, did it? I’ve been seeing Christmas decorations in stores since before Halloween. Sigh.
(note: I write about Christmas because that’s the winter holiday I celebrate—and that is the one that has become the most complicated—but this applies to all the winter holidays that are celebrated.)