Farmgirl School

"It is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life." -Tolkien

Two of my favorite people in my world are celebrating their birthdays.  My beautiful granddaughter, Maryjane Rose, who adds so much sunshine and love to our family arrived five years ago this morning.  It was a snowy March day and we were snowed into the hospital.  The next morning dawned bright as Pa celebrated his …

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Opening the mailbox, I peek inside, hoping for the seasonal item that I adore, a holiday card.  This time of year as we skip to the mailbox there are more than just bills and advertisements, there are notes and photos and messages of love and good tidings.  Someone took a moment out of their busy day to …

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Coffee.  A homesteading necessity. Doug and I have gone through many a coffee pot in our adult lives and for the past several years on the farm we opted for a simple French Press.  Off grid ready, rich, fresh, easy. This apartment has brought on the “great respite” for us while outside its walls we …

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  Yesterday evening I went to visit my Grandma and Grandpa.  It was just me.  For years I have always been there with other cousins or my kids or husband or Maryjane but as I nestled into the easy chair with my tea and cookies I quickly regressed to twelve years old.  Grandma said she …

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We all want to help those in need this time of year, but who are those folks?  And how can we, as a community, Elbert county, Colorado, and worldwide, help our fellow people? The group that I had inquired about getting a basket of food from recommended that I go to the welfare office.  We …

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I received something for my birthday today that I have wanted for some time.. music. When we downsized to this little homestead I sold the piano, the violin, and the mandolin.  Andy took his electric guitar, his acoustic guitar, his banjo, and the harmonica.  It was terrible. Now, mind you, I probably would not have …

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My little friend, Shelby, brought me a gift.  I could not imagine what it was.  She held a glass canning jar with a tulle slip of fabric covering the top.  Leaves and a stick decorated the inside of the jar.  Upon closer inspection, little red and black beetles held softly to the inside.  Lady bugs!  …

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