Thursday, April 17, 2014

Thankful Thursday

Thankful this Thursday for always running across an old house, no matter where I venture.  This was located in the, "holler", I visited last week.  It was uninhabited, but still well taken care of.  Obviously it still means someone.  

"It's not good because it's old, it's old because it's good."  


Tuesday, April 15, 2014

The Inaugural Run

Spring Break wasn't all about chicken acquisition and the replacement of old flooring.  

We took some time out of the sports practice/farming/home improvement schedule to float an afternoon away down a local creek.  But, first things first, as two teenagers decided to see who could skip a rock the farthest.  

I cannot say who won.....they might read this blog.  

It was also time for the young man of the house to test out the kayak he received as a birthday present.  

There was also a bit of fishing that happened along the way.  

Super tiny fish on the end of the pole.  

Some people didn't want to take their own fish off of the hook, so their dad did it for them.  

We spent a lot of the time soaking up the scenery.  

The young man, in his kayak, is but a mere speck in this majestic scene.  

"Fishing seems to be the favorite form of loafing."  

E.W. Howe

Sunday, April 13, 2014

The Chicken Trip

Holler - /noun/  a small valley between two hills  

A homesteading gentleman, who works with my husband, offered up a few chickens and thus spurred the chicken tractor project.  In order to get to his farm, we had to travel into a holler.  

We thought we had missed their farm and stopped to ask for directions from a neighboring farmer.  He wasn't sure who we were talking about until we mentioned they have ten children.  Then, he laughed and knew exactly who we were talking about.  

When we arrived there were two different coop areas with a lot of beautiful chickens.   We picked up four, for the time being, with more to come this week.  

They made the trip in a dog kennel.  

The chicken transfer.  

They know a fine accommodation when they see it.  

They settled down and clucked softly on the way home.  

Then, I took this terrible picture at dusk while I was crawling around in the grass, combat style.

Anything to try and get a picture, you know.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Random Five Friday

When you are a seventeen year old young man and you are too busy to leave your workshop to get a band-aid, then you rely on duct tape to get by. 

A mandolin, a cajon, and a ukulele bass make a fine combination for the Jimmy Hendrix classic, Little Wing.

I am afraid that the sub zero temps this past winter have killed the monkey grass and cannas in my flower beds.   Still no sign of them.....*sigh* 

Peeps, you gotta love them, 'cept I don't!  However, I do enjoy the dioramas people make using those squishy little things.  The winners of this year's diorama contest will run in the Washington Post on April 20th.  Until then, you can enjoy last year's slide show. 

For those of you still confused about the chicken tractor, here is a link for you.  

Linking up with Nancy today! 

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Thankful Thursday

The famed chicken tractor in progress.  Perhaps I shall call it the, "Cluck Wagon".  

Thankful this week for spur of the moment projects, time with family, and no alarm clock all. week. long.  


"The most important thing is to enjoy your life - to be happy - it's all that matters.  

Audrey Hepburn 

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Stuff,Things, Etc....

I post a lot of barn photos on this blog, but I pass by so many on my daily drives.  Some small and some quite statuesque.  

This one is at our local ballpark.  As I dropped off my daughter for practice yesterday, a storm was trying to move into our area.  It didn't really produce any rain, but it did give some nice light and cloud formations.  

This week is busy with painting, new flooring being installed, and a surprise chicken tractor being constructed in the garage.  

Pictures coming of all later in the week.

Life is good.   

Sunday, April 6, 2014

It's Happening

The trees have buds that are actually blooming.  

Our own fruit trees have tiny buds, but have not bloomed out yet, like this beauty. 

This was a scene I passed up, but then went home and got my camera.  

Blue skies, budding trees, and green grass really refresh the body and soul.