Blogging seemed necessary for me after Dad passed away in 2008. It was a way to slow my life down a bit and try to keep some precious memories alive through imagery and the written word. I come from a long line of farmers on Mom's side and it seems that I am inclined to follow that type of lifestyle. If you are interested in the old days check out the links below.
Jessie, my perfect 'first' horse is now 26 yrs. old and a registered AQUA bay mare. Blue, my dominant Appendix, is a registered American Paint. Jessie loves her grass more than her mother and Blue loves eating (period) and 'herding' poor Jess. Both love eachother! Jessie is very smart and warned me of the fox who was within 7 feet of Callie.
LaQuinta, My Elegant and Athletic Egyptian Queen
While showing in Lexington, I stayed at the LaQuinta Hotel and all summer saw this poor cat who was too shy to be caught. On the third try, it took over an hour to convince her that she would be making a good decision!
Little Bear, Our First Baby
Mama Dog, a wild black lab mix who refused to be tamed, dropped two of her pups at our back steps of the new house. Little Bear rules all of her siblings and tries to rule her parents. She is a very good guard dog!
Nugget, The Boss of the Boys
Nugget arrived about a year after Little Bear. At first he refused to come in, so I would wrap him up in thick blankets during winter's cold nights. He is the best dog, and so gentle with children. But, his growl sounds like some monster from a scary movie, no kidding!
Rocky, Mama's Mountain Lion!
While photographing the huge Rockefeller barns at the Rolling Rock Hunt Club in Ligonier, PA, I sadly spotted a dead black cat near the road lying in the grass. When I stood up, an older kitten approached me sporting a white bulging eye. He let me pick him up and off we went to find a vet!
Coty, Everyone Wants To Take Him Home!
While riding Blue in the big field, I heard the dogs barking. My heart sank as I couldn't see well but thought I saw a coyote. We trotted across the field only to find a terribly thin stray in need of our home. Coty is a superb watch dog!
Sammy, Mama's Shy Boy
Sleak beautiful Sammy was watching over Black Jack on a little hill as he laid dead in the ditch beside the highway. He heard my screams of anguish as I picked up our gorgeous brother of Little Bear. Two months later, he chose to live with us.
Callie, My First Barn Cat
One June day, something thin and dark hesitantly showed herself near the entrance of the barn. With a weak meow, she told me she wanted to stay at the barn, pleasing me to no end! Callie is the most patient cat and the only cat who allowed me to put 'antlers' on her head for Christmas.
Cricket, My First Kitten!
Something told me Callie was pregant though she did not show. She was so proud to introduce me to my first and only Grandcat! I never had a kitten before and this cat has totally melted my heart! He is rotten to the core and frequently must be reprimanded with the dreaded 'Love Jail'. Grammie holds him like a baby and pets him gently despite the awful protests that escape his strong jaws. He only receives 'Love Jail' after a vicious tackle that includes biting his mother's back and knocking her over. After his release, he immediately rubs my leg with his 15-inch long tail!
Princess, A Gift from God
The day after Cricket was born, Little Bear let out a weird bark. I discovered a gorgeous long haired cat perched in the corner of the unfinished side porch where the dogs cannot access. Still beautiful despite being starved and bone thin, Princess has become just that...a princess! She does what she wants but she makes up for it by being the most affectionate cat in the world giving lots of kitty kisses.
Daddy Cat was wild! After a year of daily feedings, long begging sessions and quiet study while he hid safely under the horse trailer, I finally won his trust. He now resides in the barn separated from Callie and Cricket who stay in the tack room. Daddy Cat is extremely vocal and affectionate, always thanking his Mama for his new home.
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Hello dear bloggers, it certainly has been awhile...I sure hope you are enjoying your Father's Day celebrations. It is not a great day for me, Dad is gone now as most of you know...since 2008. He is gone forever as I knew him....But his spirit lives on through me; his love of flowers and nature has passed to most of his children with me having a bit more than my siblings. His thumb was much greener than mine but hopefully with time, my efforts will improve.
Spring was rainy, the month of May was a grey misty blur as each day wore on, the sun decided to shine elsewhere leaving our area saturated, flooded and sloppy wet. The ponies could not be turned out, our entrance area flooded, the pond developed a sink hole draining lot of the water and it was dangerous to mow the wet muddy hills. The green grass was very happy as it almost looked like a jungle on our farm. I must not complain though, we have been fortunate to still have our home unlike so many who suffered from those evil tornadoes. Bless those poor souls who had to endure such misery.
Thankfully as May moved on, the rains ceased their daily torment and June allowed us to get out in our gardens. The huge Man Garden has just been plowed and planted. The good husband and his brother planted their usual corn, cucumbers, green beans and tomatoes but decided to cut back so I planted some pumpkins and blueberry bushes.
My nostalgia for both my grandmothers has come forth with a fever as I planted some hollyhocks that were six foot tall! They are biennials so I won't see them next year and hopefully my little hollyhocks from last year will come back. I have added some more phlox as it seems to love the back garden and grew many babies this year. I have also added evening of primrose and delphiniums in a new little shaded bed, though the larkspur despises me and refused to enjoy the special soil and shade I provided for it, so forget that species. It is too hot here and they prefer a different area. My foxgloves love the front yard and hated the back yard as the brick radiated too much heat. I remember Dad saying he used to trap bees in the blooms by squeezing the ends. Poor bees, thankfully he released the bloom and allowed the poor things to escape. Silly Dad, he was a demon when he was a kid! :)
Speaking of demons, as I was photographing my blue hydrangeas, Cricket, the mean lean killing machine, lived up to his reputation much to my chagrine! He was enjoying following his 'Grammie' around while I snapped the pics but when I approached the new little flower bed, he disappeared. I didn't think much of it until I heard the loud clicking of a Flicker. That darned cat was up in the hawthorn bushes and raided the nest capturing a helpless new born bird baby. I heard its little screams of pain as my head was in the branches trying to find Cricket who was way up top! My screams pierced the quiet morning as I attempted to get the bird from his huge fangs but he ran away into a wooded area full of poision ivy. I ventured in only to see him gobble the entire baby within seconds. By the way, poison ivy attacked me with a vengeance a few weeks ago, so badly that I had to go in and get a shot. My lower arm swelled days afterwards so I thought I had better get some professional help. The shot eliminated the swelling but not the itching.
The deer have all delivered except Peanut who if you remember had her little Autumn in September. I am shocked that Brownie already gave birth. I knew they all would be early this year as they went into heat in the beginning of October and the boys were crazy in rutt. So far, they have not introduced me to their babies yet. Bossy does hide her baby in the brush while she eats corn. I can hear his thin little calls. There for awhile I did not see Bossy or Brownie which worried me but just a few days ago they graced me with their beautiful presense and now come back more frequently. Shy Girl has trusted me and hidden her baby close to the barn.
There is still so much more to do on the farm to catch up from months of wet weather. I look forward to July when all of my flowers will be in full bloom and the pumpkins begin to grow. Happy Father's Day to you dear Dad. I miss you tremendously but somehow feel comforted when I am tending to all of the flowers. And to you bloggy buddies, thanks for your patience and keeping Farm Tails on your favorites list. I truly appreciate that and have popped in from time to time to read your posts. Have a happy day!
After living 15 years in a very beautiful urban setting on top of my husband's highrise, it became obvious that I was out of place. I began riding about 12 years ago, purchased an awesome sport horse and competed in novice eventing. I needed to find all of us a beautiful place to live so that I could be the one to care for my Jessie, not a hired farm hand at a boarding barn that might close on a whim. We were blessed to find our old historic 80 acre farm tucked away in the woods that surround scenic fields. Hailing from generations of Vermont farmers and horse lovers, I felt right at home. I could now have another horse, dogs, more cats, plant flowers, grow veggies, mow the yard, feed and hear the birds chirping, listen to frogs, walk in the woods, and do all the things we did as kids. Kudos to my awesome husband. Without him, I would not be able to experience these blessings that God has bestowed upon Woodfield and all of its inhabitants.