Wednesday, July 1, 2015


I once worked with a fellow
who could "always" find a four-leaf clover.
Every now and then this would come up in conversation, and
inevitably, someone would say, "No you can't."
Then he would go outside and stroll around for a while,
head bent, smiling,
like a person thinking pleasant private thoughts.

And come back in with a perfect little four-leaf clover.

It amazed me,
since I have never - not once - found a four-leaf clover.

But after one of our recent rainstorms,
I found this:


Rather surprising!
I thought you might like to see it, too.


Tuesday, June 23, 2015

that's one done

There has been a lot of rain lately.
Big rain.
Deluge-type rain.

In between, there have been projects;
many with the assistance of my new helper.
For example, last week we moved a section of fenceline.

You can see where the original fenceline ran behind the barn:

I had the barn built in that spot last Spring,
planning to move the fence back toward the stone wall
in early Autumn.
But many other tasks came first,
and then my helper lost interest in working.

And then Winter came.

And it stayed a while.

And what you may not be able to see
is that even the packed-down snow 
is deep enough to "shorten" the fence significantly.

By February, that six-foot perimeter fence
only came up to my chest.
I could reach over the fence without raising my arm.
If my goats had wanted to get over that fence,
they could have done it.
I thanked them every day for not doing so.

Well, of course we would never go over the fence!
We are all Very Good Goats!

I am shocked that you could even think
we would go over the fence!
No matter how easy it might be!

Certainly we would NEVER...wait a minute...
HOW short did you say that fence is?

Hahaha! Just kidding!


So last week, my new helper and I spent several hours,
on two consecutive days, moving that fence.

It adds just a tiny area to the paddocks -
maybe a thousand square feet or so -
so it was a lot of work for a little difference.

Was it worthwhile?

Well, yes.

Yes, it was.

If only for the pleasure of watching Tsuga
lead her little girls into fresh browse
before any of the other goats could have a crack at it.
That's a first!

Fern making a careful selection.

Tansy tackling a kid-sized portion of white pine.

And Mama Tsuga, happily destroying the bittersweet.
Bless you, Tsuga!

So, how are your projects coming along?
Does your list ever get any shorter?

Friday, June 19, 2015

in the mail

Sometimes I forget to pick up my mail.

Last Winter (which seems like last week), the snowplow buried my little letterbox under a massive mountain of sequential accumulations. For months I could only get my mail if I drove into town and picked it up at the Post Office.

Since 95% of my mail is requests for donations, I didn't mind fetching it weekly, after visiting the library or taking my rubbish and recycling to the dump.

But when Spring rolled around (which seems like yesterday), I needed to either repair my home box or formally switch to renting a P.O. Box.
And since lots of things cannot be delivered to a P.O. Box, I opted for (wonky) repair.

Now, I'm getting back into the habit of checking the mail daily, usually after moving goats to the Lower West Side, or weeding the (growing!) perennial bank along the driveway.

And it's a Great Day in Letterbox Land!

Along with a donation request from an antiquarian society...

and this month's electric bill...

I found one of my favorite things:

A Package!

Containing a surprise!!

A wonderful surprise from my bloggyfriend Sandra,

It's a special little vented stoneware pot for the microwave! I can hardly wait to try it out. It came with recipes for things like Broccoli Garlic Saute, and a quick way to cook an onion instead of slowly sauteing on the stove (which I don't like to do because it takes so long my entire house becomes filled with a tear-producing miasma for a day or more).

This is exciting stuff!

And look how well it fits in with my decor!

Thanks so much, Sandra - I appreciate the surprise gift and the kind thought behind it. Although we've never (yet) met in person, it seems you know me so well: