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In my last post, more than four months ago (oy, that’s bad!), we had just acquired four new children, 11, 3, 3, and 16 months, and were settling in and getting adjusted. And then I didn’t blog all summer. Or for most of the first month of autumn. A few people wondered whether I was…
(Mina with Goneril and Cordelia – Regan is on the other side of her out of sight) No-drama Obama has nothing on No-drama Mina, who calmly gave us triplet doelings last night with no muss or fuss. Yes, that’s three little girls from her over-achieverness. And she politely waited until we were done with dinner,…
No, not the kind used in track and field (although if you really want to jump over them I won’t stop you), I mean the sort used to keep livestock in without breaking the budget on fencing. They look cool, and now is the perfect time of year to prune out branches and hurdle making…
Thought you might want to see what the storm looked like from here. Let me note that this is a pretty minor situation – the farms in the valley that we rely most heavily on lost *all* of their crops – the whole thing was swept away by the storm. Still, I admit, I broke…
Sundry stuff on a busy day – and a day when everyone is transfixed by world events. First, my colleage at Dean’s Corner has offered a good guide to high tech ways to donate money to Japan relief. There are 10,000 people in Japan who haven’t eaten since Friday by the best estimation, and events…
“Did you look at the forecast?” “Is this it?” “Should we get them out?” My children keep asking, and I keep telling them that I think so, but that no one can know for sure. We are talking of the change in the weather, slated to begin today, warming us up from the last wave…
These were taken before the 18 inches of snow that fell the other day, so you can actually see the ground, but the scene is still basically the same – white, with scattered critters. We’re all definitely starting to dream of spring! The creek in winter Asher at the Creek Isaiah, finding material to repair…
“It is funny, but not that funny.” Eric’s comment does not stop my uncontrollable giggling. My step-mother comes over to see why I’m hysterical. She agrees with Eric – it is funny, but not funny enough to explain why tears of laughter are literally coming out of my eyes. I’m reading a passage in Michael…
Chores sounds like such a dreary word, and until I moved to a farm, I would never have believed that I’d have anything positive to say about it. As a kid, I did chores around the house, and while I may have groused less about the dishes and cleaning gutters as an adult, I certainly…