Oh! do not attack me with your watch. A watch is always too fast or too slow. I cannot be dictated to by a watch


“I seem to have spent a good part of my life – probably too much – in just standing and staring.”
― James Herriot

I believe I have read and re-read every book this man published…oh, for the love of Herriot.
Be Well, and enjoy this Sunday
Jessica

A quick whiffle…


Maybe it’s the gentle humm, a quick whiffle as you greet them, those big soft eyes framed by lashes that go on forever…whatever it is; it is something special. Llamas. if you sit and just ‘be’ with a llama, you can’t help getting caught in the magic.

I melt a little…

Happy Weekend, Be well,

Of all the best that can come true….


“How can you get very far,
If you don’t know who you are?
How can you do what you ought,
If you don’t know what you’ve got?
And if you don’t know which to do
Of all the things in front of you,
Then what you’ll have when you are through
Is just a mess without a clue
Of all the best that can come true
If you know What and Which and Who.”
― Benjamin Hoff, The Tao of Pooh


Lexi was such a cute pup, she’s still cute just 120lbs. bigger. She would really rather be outside chasing her ball, but it is a rainy, rainy day here on the farm…


rainy days…


Soggy llamas…silly girls go in the dry shelter…


This is how I will spend the day..spinning with tea near by…perfect for a damp cool September day.
Then, maybe I will bake a Quiche or apple pie for tonight, then, maybe…design a new farm display banner..the resonating silence in the house is deafening some days – like today it is louder than others. Yet, I am filled to the brim pride and joy in watching my children make their way in this fast changing world, and the relief I feel in seeing their successes. I am so in love with them!
Happiness is: someone to love, something to do, and something to look forward to…I am adjusting to my new normal.

***for some reason, though I have not changed any settings, my photos and text are not aligning; any suggestions on how to correct this?
Be Well,
Jessica

I hope you have a giggle.


misty maples farm:

I laughed right out loud when reading this post; I hope you enjoy it too! This is something, I sooo could have done.

Pucker up! “Phantom, what will the herd think?”

Be well,
Jess

Originally posted on Writingfeemail's Blog:

My son played baseball from the time he was five years old right through every league and into college.  We often traveled long distances for his games and would sit outside in the wind and rain, heat and sun, or cold blustery nights.  My lips often chapped and I developed a habit of keeping chapstick in every vehicle and seat pocket to moisturize not only my lips, but the dry cracked skin around them.

You know how that is.

And once upon a time, lipbalm that came in a tube was totally colorless.  I found out about the tinted ones a little too late.

You see, my friends and family knew that I had an affinity for the stuff and generously supplied me with a variety one year at Christmas.  I added them to my stash in our well-travelled Tahoe.

Late one night after a particularly windy and cold early spring game…

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Wordless Wednesday…A Rat in Hooville.


I smell a rat, he calls it his RAT ROD…I call it Tetanus.

1938 Chevrolet.

Oh Lordy Be. I love that Man!

Be Well,
Jess

life is delicately balanced, but the scales never evenly hung…


Have you ever been so busy, you had to remember to breathe…(or blog?)

On a messy childhood. Stay focused on staying busy. Courage, determination, pride…that’s what little girls are made of.
I survive as I always have…I survived by keeping my emotions in check – by maintaining my composure and tucking it all away. I managed to stay under the radar, skating through without anyone truly remembering I was here….oh, to stand out would have been unthinkable. Life in my world, was designed to stay busy, less time to dwell…You can’t control what you, as a child are not responsible for…so you carry on, life carries on. I guess you just don’t pay attention. I think you’re too busy attempting to fade…until one day, you realize; I don’t need to hide, I don’t need to keep my head down. I have survived! My husband and children are awesome; my life full of hope and love. Our family has been blessed with a beautifully perfect baby girl; my Step-Son and his beautiful wife are all doing fantastic. A new baby is like the beginning of all things-wonder, hope, a dream of possibilities.

Sometimes”, said Pooh, “the smallest things take up the most room in your heart”

Our hearts are full, perhaps with whatever we choose to put in them…I choose joy!
Be Well,
Jess

Rainy day with nothing to do …


except:
Remove dead and non-productive vegetable crops.
Apply manure and compost to our clay soils.
Planting crops for late autumn harvest: lettuce, swiss chard, spinach
Drying peppers and squash.
Start new strawberry beds.
Dig up and divide garlic, perennials, iris, daylilies, bulbs, and…
Keep watering properly even as the weather begins to cool.
Clean up all dead fruit.
Fruit trees fed and mulched…

worm and trim llamas feet,
breed 4 girls for early fall cria,

order more minerals,
rake around llamas barns..keeps bugs and slugs down…then,
Remove any dead shrubs and trees.
Mulch trees and shrubs.
Raking fallen leaves and add to compost pile.
Purchase bulbs from nurseries.
Remove spent blooms from roses.
Weed vegetables and shrubs, mow lawns.
clean chicken and duck house,
Start to prepare sheds, tools, and equipment for Winter weather.
locate heated water buckets,
Repair roof on garden shed….oh, and

stack the remainder of wood for heat…

My daughter, Julianne; looking for usable old barn wood; she and Josh are making a table.

Family photo

It is September after-all.
Be Well,
Jessica

The “Constant” Factor.


My constant companions…comfort and warmth at my feet.

Whenever I come within 100 feet of a puppy, I just can’t help myself. I gush, and smoosh, and snuggle like I’ve never seen such cuteness before. Puppy breathe, it smells like…well, it smells like hope!

One of my Pups (now 3); she looks older than her years..We had a dog named Seamus, who took care (literally) of Finnegan and Lexi when they were pups, he groomed them, let them snuggle into his big fluffy tail. Finnegan, when he was a tiny (use that term loosely when you speak of a 130 lb dog) pup, pulled almost every last hair out of Seamus’ beautiful tail; he preened and preened that tail as he fell asleep; Seamus never budged.

Seamus died at 5 years old from complications associated with Epilepsy. He had over 20 seizures in one weekend; his heart couldn’t take it. When He passed; Lexi’s muzzled turned gray within a week.

Seamus with Finnegan…

Seamus with Finn as a pup…he was always so gentle and patient with all the pups

Finnegan!

Finnegan.

Lexi might have the Monday blues…or she thinks I might want her pillow?

I have found that when you are deeply troubled, there are things you get from the silent, devoted companionship of a dog that you can get from no other source

Seamus!

This was our boy Seamus…dearly missed.

Lexi Lou..

He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.

Be well,
Jess

Remember…that’s all


They gave…

they gave

We have Freedom.

I took this photo last year in Boston, on the south side of the Old North Church stands a small area set aside to commemorate the soldiers lost in the Afghanistan and Iraq Wars. Hundreds of dog tags representing the fallen soldiers from these conflicts hang closely together. When the wind blows one can hear the distinctive metal chimes as they clang together to make their eery music.

Be well,
Jess