Sunday, June 30, 2013

So are the Days of Our Lives

It has been a quiet Sunday here on the farmette.  Hanging out with the family, the dogs, and the bird.  A little time in the pool and a little time in the kitchen made the day complete.  




It is far from glamorous.  Cows were moved to a new pasture, with success, this afternoon.  The dogs sunbathed in the yard for a brief spell.  The boy and girl of the house had a lively discussion over a game and   I contemplated the new color for the master bathroom walls.  



It is life in the slow lane for certain.  


Friday, June 28, 2013

Random Five Friday



Garden edging provided by a lifetime collection of wine bottles.  Photographed at the Laura Plantation. 

Whoever said, "It's not the heat, it's the humidity.", knew what they were talking about.  

June is just about over.  When did this happen? 

League softball tournament tonight for the daughter of the house.  

Dear weeds in the garden.....I curse you!  

The End

Linking up with Nancy at A Rural Journal

Y'all go pay her a visit. 

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Thoughtful Thursday



Something wicked this way comes......

A photo of our barn with a building storm in the background.  This morning found the farmette with limbs and branches strewn all around.  Debris yes, but damage, no.  We are lucky.  

"Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life.  The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray."  

Lord Byron  


Linking up with Madge.....



Rurality Blog Hop #20



Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Color and Understanding



And so it has finally happened here on the farmette. Flowers are blooming and it really feels like summer.





The cool weather delayed so many things this season that, for a while, it seemed like nothing would bloom.





But, it did, and now I don't have to rely on clicking through blog photos to get my flower fix.  



Even the Four-o-Clocks decided to grace us with their presence.  



As I wandered the farmette photographing this and that, my little buddy was not far behind.  




That was when I realized why those Zinnia seeds I planted did not sprout.....


Sunday, June 23, 2013

Makin' Hay While the Sun Shines

A couple of weekends ago we spent some time at a ballpark. More precisely a twelve-hour stint on a Saturday.

 That is a long day at a ballpark, just sayin'.

 Just an example of the remote location of the ballpark is the following picture.  During the day a handful of gentlemen farmers baled hay, right beside the park.  

 All.day.long.



Typically these days farmers, around here, roll their hay.  It is fairly rare to see baled hay in the fields. A roll  of hay is equal to approximately ten-to-twelve bales.  Easy to see why rolling is more efficient.  

I couldn't help but think that the tractor and baler looked just like toy farm machinery, complete with the plastic bales of hay.  





"My father kept me busy from dawn until dusk when I was a kid.  When I wasn't pitching hay, hauling corn or running a tractor, I was heaving a baseball into his mitt behind the barn....If all the parents in the country followed his rule, juvenile delinquency would be cut in half in a year's time."

Bob Feller 



Friday, June 21, 2013

Random Five Friday



A very primitive sign at a ballpark, just in case you didn't already know......

The weeds in the garden, they like the rain.  I do not like to use the hoe.  This is not a conducive situation. 

Today is officially the first day of summer.  Break out that bikini!  Or, the speedo for you manly readers.  

Our neighbor has a new bull in his pasture that is a fine specimen of an animal.  Unfortunately, this bull is providing the type of entertainment, viewable from the pool deck, that I had not anticipated this summer.  That is all I have to say about that.  

Summer....it is a fine season, is it not?  


Linking up with Nancy!!!  






Thursday, June 20, 2013

Thoughtful Thursday

They are sweet, sweet feathered creatures.



I have several that are appearing at the feeder outside of my kitchen window.  




They dart around each other while making chirping noises.  



I think the lot of them have set up an apartment complex in the pine tree not too far away.  


This particular feeder must be their new popular cafe.  

Linking up with.....

Rurality Blog Hop #19





Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Let's Go to the Fair

What is it about a local fair coming to town? The excitement, the mystique, the thrill of getting on a ride that might make you become violently ill?

Maybe it is the desire to be outside when the heat and humidity create a smoky haze in the air.  

Yeah....that is my favorite part.  Oh....and the food on a stick. 




Possibly it is the allure of the angry, stuffed chili pepper?  




Maybe because, getting on a carnival ride with your bestie while loud music is thumping in the background is a ritual of childhood.  




Having your hair stand on end is a experience not to be missed.  




And, even though you are not a youth yourself, you feel compelled to crouch underneath a ride called, "The Hurricane", while it is going at full speed, just to get a good shot.  



Really the most important reason to attend is so your children won't miss this classic experience of childhood.  




"If you ever start feeling like you have the goofiest, craziest, most dysfunctional family in the world, all you have to do is go to a state fair.  Because, five minutes at the fair, you'll be going, 'you know we're alright.  We are dang near royalty.' "    


Jeff Foxworthy 




Sunday, June 16, 2013

Happy Father's Day, Dad


A somewhat fuzzy, but sweet, photo of my dad as a teenager with his Aunt Maple.

My Dad spent a career serving in the Air Force.  He always made sure we had what we needed.

He served three isolated tours of duty, meaning he couldn't take his family with him for the year.  We missed him greatly.

He is where I get my love of The Rolling Stones, Merle Haggard, Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings, and so many other classics.

While in high school I drove a 1968 Mustang that my dad worked on with great fervor.  The other kids thought I was cool.  When I couldn't get it started, maybe I didn't think so.

He is the encouraging person who has made me the beekeeper that I am.

I miss living close to him.

Love you and miss you dad!




Friday, June 14, 2013

Random Five Friday


Photograph of a BMX bike trick rider at the fair.  Crazy!  

I haven't had a soda in thirty days.  Yes, I kind of miss that fizzy concoction.  

Check out this blog and you won't be sorry.  Full of recipes written for her boys and the stories are sweet and touching.  The strawberry pie is seriously good. 

It is National Bourbon Day people.  You know what to do.  

It is also Flag Day.  Fly it freely and with pride. 

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Thursday, June 13, 2013

Thoughtful Thursday



Shot taken last night while enjoying some time at our small county fair with my daughter and her friends.  An interesting performance of balance, strength and happiness with the end result.  

"Man maintains his balance, poise, and sense of security only as he is moving forward."  

Maxwell Maltz 

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Frog Hypnotism

 I am lucky in regards to my children loving the outdoors.  No matter the weather, they are outside, usually getting dirty.  

My daughter, and her friend, found this lovely frog just the other day.  They were fascinated by his sticky toe pads and wanted to carry him around all day long.  They even wanted to bring him in the house.  I had to veto that idea.  





Then they started discussing frog hypnotism.  My daughter said that if you lay the frog on his back, and rub his tummy, that it would hypnotize him.  



Though Mr. Frog was tolerant, he wasn't really down with that idea.  


He was free to go after his play date with the girls.  Seemingly no worse for the wear.  




"If it's your job to eat a frog, it's best to do it first thing in the morning.  And if it's your job to eat two frogs, it's best to eat the biggest one first."  

Mark Twain 


Sunday, June 9, 2013

400 - Mile Yard Sale


Well, I did it.

I spared a few minutes out of my day to take in the sights of this annual, and very popular, yard sale.  At this spot, on Friday, tour buses unloaded allowing people to shop.  

I cannot imagine...



There was some china for sale.  $35 for this set.  


A lot of miscellaneous items for sale.  


I did rather like these old school desks.  They did have areas for inkwells on the desktop.  


A lot of clothes to pick through, but I don't have the patience to do this.  


In reality, this is how I witnessed most of the 400 mile yard sale.  



Dashing by sitting in the passenger seat! 

Friday, June 7, 2013

Random Five Friday


I found this, "little", gem inside of my son's pocket while prepping laundry.  A Crayfish body part....what an icky surprise.  

Cold pizza and coffee is the breakfast of Queens.  

The 400-mile Yard Sale runs through my area this weekend.  I am not a, "yard-saler", but yet it does intrigue me.  

I am finally reading, As I Lay Dying, by William Faulkner.  Wow.  Why didn't we read this in my American Lit class in college?  

Finally, a bit of rain for my garden.  Hurray!  

Linking up with Nancy at A Rural Journal

Pay her a visit y'all!  


Thursday, June 6, 2013

Thoughtful Thursday



"Let everyone sweep in front of his own door, and the whole world will be clean."  

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 

This picture was taken in the tiny town of Luverne, Alabama.  A picturesque place that I have the chance to drive through a couple of times per year.  

Linking up with....

Rurality Blog Hop #17




Tuesday, June 4, 2013

The Bourbon Trail


Officially the state drink of Kentucky is milk, but I think we all know that Kentucky is famous for its bourbon.  Recently, National Geographic named Kentucky's famed Bourbon Trail as one of its Drives of a Lifetime.  

To be officially known as bourbon, the beverage must follow a few guidelines, which you can read about here, at your leisure.  


My favorite distillery to visit is Maker's Mark in Loretto, Kentucky.  Maker's uses red winter wheat, instead of rye, in their mash.  It has a distinctive flavor and bottle.  





They fly through the assembly line.  




Where they are labeled and dipped into that famous red wax.  And yes, you may dip your own bottle during a tour.  While in the, "mash room", you may also dip your finger into the large vats of mash that ferment to make those great flavors.  




In the museum section of the tour I found that some cheeky person had dipped a few soldiers in wax.  



Makes me think a boy did this :) 




If you can't make the trip to Kentucky, don't fret!  The Maker's Mark address linked above, will give you a virtual tour.  





Sunday, June 2, 2013

Good Girls



A few days ago I opened up the hives to make sure that the queens had been released and that generally all seemed well.

Here are the Italian Bees around a bit of burr comb between two frames that are a bit too far apart.  Burr comb is just extra comb, or comb where it doesn't need to be.  You want the bees putting the comb, and their effort, into the frames.  



Here is one of the queen cages.  You can see the opening on the end, by my glove.  The piece of comb hanging off of the end is a good example of burr comb.  This can be scraped off and saved to make creams, lip balm, etc...





Right now, while there isn't a lot of flowers/plants available for the bees to feed from, I make sugar syrup for them to eat.  The liquid is poured into the top of this tray and the bees enter into the covered dome on top.  Small bits of syrup flow into the dome for the bees.  



Things seemed fine and the Italian girls were just all over the place.  Not aggressive, but very busy.  The Russian bees seemed a bit more methodical in the hive and very unfazed by my presence. 

While my dad was visiting this week he liked to watch the bees.  He would pull up a camp stool next to the hives and just watch their behavior.  

I think he needs a hive of his own.....