Pretty little things…


Spring is all about new beginnings, don’t you think? New growth in the garden, new babies in the fields, maybe even new ideas. Does spring rev you up, kick start a new verve for life? All I want to do is throw open the doors and let the fresh air blow through the house, and clean the windows to let the streams of sunlight shine through! Breathe deeply the warmth and freshness. It has been a long cold and dreary winter. Maybe we should just enjoy these moments, go ahead sit in the sun enjoy very blissful minute; we’ve earned it. I am not certain, old man winter has yet to relinquish his grip just yet, but, I am paying no attention to his snow squalls and bitter temps.
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OK, so he’s not a baby, But he is lovely. Sachema lives at our friends farm, Dakota Ridge Farm; as do all of the other cuties shared to day. With one exception, Ruby.
This is Ruby, I don’t believe you’ve met. She was born in late October here at Picasso’s.
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I see spring. I can feel it. My hands ache for the warm soil. My feet want to run in the grass,( ok run might be an exaggeration).
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It can be an exciting time. We aren’t expecting any cria or kids this season, but I did get to visit a few yesterday. kinda makes me giddy. baby chicks and ducks will be coming soon though.
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The raised beds at our little shoppe will be built and filled with fresh soil and llama fertilizer (the absolute best). An arbor is being constructed for our open air farm to fork dinners. Can’t you just feel the excitement?
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Our soups and Specials here at Picasso’s :
Butternut Squash Bisque, no it’s not typical spring fare, but is sure has pretty and scrumptious.
Corn Chowdah, cuz, I must, I tell ya.

Roasted pork tenderloin served with a tangy-sweet mustard sauce on a bed of greens sitting atop a kaiser roll.
Turkey burger slathered with vidalia balsamic jam, on mixed greens piked on a soft buttery croissant. “nuff said here. moving on…

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Say good bye Sachema.

Be well.
J

Floating with the season, or hang on for dear life!


Seasons come and seasons go..with them come their own particular adventures, challenges, and foods. Yes, foods. Just because a particular vegetable or fruit is in our local supermarket, does not mean it is ion season in our neck of the woods. Your strawberries or lettuce may have traveled thousands of miles and many days to get to this market. And it may have been cultivated with Lord knows what synthetic fertilizers and under what ghastly conditions. The paradox of the day is available vs healthy. no?

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Our diets were, in the past dictated by the seasons and what we could grown, and “Put By” for the coming months. Does any one remember when peas and strawberries a late spring early summer treat? Sweet and succulent, juicy dribbling, red berry goodness. Pick warm from the garden and popped in your mouth. Fresh feet peas, stolen from their pod and eaten raw before they every got to Mamie’s kitchen. Potatoes, squash, and other root vegetables told you that fall winds were here, and leaves would turn beautiful colors, and fall, just for you to rake up and jump in. The brisk day inviting you in at supper time to a hearty stew, made from natures bounty.

Now, produce is transported around the world! We have all of the blessings of any season at our finger tips. Not necessarily a good thing. Local, organic fruit an vegetables are grown with age old techniques tab maintain its natural flavor, water content and growth rate. They ripen naturally, and retain their natural vitamins and minerals.

But, I digress, I was talking about seasons wasn’t I; rediscovering the joys of the seasons. Finding a rhythm, re-creating how we plan and shop for our food.
Discovering,nearby farmers markets, a local CSA, or discover a new talent by planting your own garden, or learning the new, but age old skill of putting food by. Use the changing seasons to to guide us to set more thoughtfully, mindfully, and more healthfully, you become naturally inclined to experiment and maybe discover a new favorite.

Let’s make mealtime special again, let’s slow down enjoy your meal. Isn’t that what its all about anyway? Finding joy in life. Our growing season may be short, so why not enjoy what delights it offers, take asparagus for example, luscious when eaten fresh from the garden, limp and tasteless from a can. When this season is over, what fruit or veggie are you eagerly anticipating? For me it is berries! Raspberries, blackberries, blues, and strawberries, I love them all!

Ok, so here are our specials at Picasso’s today
Soups” Vegetarian vegetable with butter beans, Creamy steamy Corn Chowdah.

Salad: citrus,and pecan salad served on fresh mixed greens, served with homemade citrus honey vinegarette. ( insert lip smacking noise here)

Have a wonderous, wondrous day! Hangon to your hats! It’s Windsday.Miss Daisy

Who’s with me?


What is all this WHINING about Mondays? Does Monday have some kind of super power that I don’t know about that robs you of your sanity, good mood or abilities? Is it a magical force, steeped in brute strength.

 What if we all had Monday off? What if we worked Tuesday through Saturday? Would we then hate Tuesdays?

Monday is the kick off for a brand new week with possibilities and potential successes  people!

oh ok, to be fair, there was a period in my life where I didn’t like Mondays but I also didn’t like any other day of the week except Saturday or Sunday because those were the days I wasn’t at that job. And I think that is the real problem when we kvetch about Mondays. We don’t hate the day because after all, it’s just a day.

I think what we are saying when they say, “Ugggh, it’s Monday”, is that the only part of our life that brings them joy is the weekend and that is really sad. Since Monday is the furthest day away from the next weekend, Monday becomes some dark and sinister power, out to sabotage your day.

Monday, interestingly enough, could be a metaphor for how you approach your life. Expect to have good things happen and attack your day with enthusiasm and energy and watch what unfolds. Or, hate the day, give away your power and be a self-fulfilling prophecy.

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I’m starting a movement to stop the Monday bashing! Who’s with me?

Let’s start Monday off with a bang!

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Soups Tuscan potato and sausage, because I love it and i can’t stop eating it. Vegetarian vegetable , cuz everyone should enjoy good homemade soup.

Special: Caesar salad with  seasoned chicken breast, sliced and grilled topped with sliced parmesan and crunchy croutons. ( is it ok to drool in the privacy of your own office) 

Smoothie: Spinach peach and peanut butter blended with almond milk.  A green monster, packed with energy!

Remember when….A Wordless Wednesday.


Common sense and good nature will do a lot to make the pilgrimage of life not too difficult”
- William Somerset Maugham

Sophie, you are not a duck...

Sophie, you are not a duck…

Andrew, my sweet, sweet little neighbor. Oh, and Claire.

Andrew, my sweet, sweet little neighbor. Oh, and Claire.

dogs,chickens, and llammas oh my 5

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“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.”
- Robert Frost, Two Roads

Be Well,
Jess

Finding Nemo…


Well, he never found us. He found every town around us…but not us. Funny how nature works, isn’t it. I was a little excited for the storm to arrive.

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A big storm ~ one that needs preparation. Flash lights, kerosene lamps, water; you know provisions.
The type of storms that forces card games,board games, and allows for guilt free lazing about.

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I filled the barns with a heavy bed of fluffy hay; filled waters to the tippy top (if the power goes out, so goes the pump), grained with copious amounts to help the animals generate their own warmth.

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(a farm on my morning journey)

The chickens and ducks tucked themselves in among the llamas. Everyone was settled in; cozy and warm.

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And we waited for Nemo.

and we waited….

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and waited…

We got about 3″…

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Many parts of New England and New York were not spared; I do hope everyone was able to be somewhere safe and warm.

Be well,
Jessica

And All is Berry and Bright…


Feb 2013 Gio
Gio.

I will enjoy the snow fall we about to be “blessed” with, up to 24″. I find it refreshing, well, a refreshing change from grey days, and brown fields…blanketing everything in white; plays so beautifully against the deep blue of the winter skies(on a sunny day).

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Phantom of the Opera.

Yet I yearn for Spring, to dig my fingers into the earth…see precious livestock being born…feeling the warm rays of sun on my face! There’s nothing quite like the smells of the earth on a warm Spring day. Daffodil, crocus, tulips,and apple blossoms…mmmmm. When many trees and shrubs look as if they are most certainly dead but then slowly begin to show signs of life. Why wouldn’t we yearn for Spring?

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some berries for dinner tonight…nom,nom..

We live for the rhythm and beauty of our day-to-day lives, yet, we start our Spring watch in early February.[don't we] Did the groundhog sees his shadow; if he does, he will be frightened back into his den and we will experience yet another six weeks of winter.No impostors allow, this seasonal predication relies squarely on the shoulders of, no other than Puxatoney Phil. So, we hold our collective breath…and,…and,…Phil did not see his Shadow! An early Spring?!

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The yard will look like a totally different landscape by this time tomorrow.

Of course, depending on where we live…this could mean many things… As Henry Van Dyke said, “The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.” I usually can’t do much planting until May…but, a bit of color pops up here and there as early as the end of March depending on snow cover. Perhaps that is why we yearn for Spring; could it be that we all long for a peaceful, delicious garden?

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OOPs, Mali. :)

For now, I will dust of the toboggan, gather some neighborhood kids…and WHEEEEE…enjoy this Old New England winter

Be well,
Jess

A little kiss on the forehead….together forever.


There comes a point when you just love someone. Not because they’re good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.
Valentine’s Day makes me so sentimental. ♥

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Now, what ever will I post on Valentine’s Day?!
Be Well,

Ah, you have “No Mazel”


Helen’s ( a friend from childhood) Bubby used to say this to me…”You have No Maazel” “Poor girl”…

I always tried to hide my sadness, even from myself when I was young; we all did,. We stayed outside and away from home as much as possible; we just stayed out-of-the-way. I his behind my smile. Not hidden well enough to fool Bubby, Helen and I were not friend’s long, as we moved alot..but I never forgot her or her Grandmother, and what she said to me.

As an adult, I have always believed you make your own luck. My own, Maazel; positive energy. Luck comes from work, work on your self, give of yourself to others, have a positive attitude; when you see things as they really are, you tend to have LUCK in your life.
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A Horseshoe has been said to symbolize good luck, good fortune and fertility.
Horseshoes have associations with the strength and dependability of the horse, and, in an upright position, it is also symbolic of the moon. Pointing downwards, it is symbolic of the womb. To the Greeks, it symbolized the crescent moon which was regarded as a symbol of fertility.

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The Horseshoe protects one’s house and land, to keep strangers away, when hung up on the wall of a home or above a doorway. The “U” shape will hold good luck inside forever. This tradition may stem from the 10th century Saint Dunstan. He trapped the devil using a Horseshoe and from that point on the devil would never enter a Christian home adorned with a Horseshoe over the door. (thank goodness)

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Some legends say, that a Horseshoe “‘Pointing Up” will gather your Luck, whereas “Pointing Down” it will shower you with Luck.
Do you have a good luck Charm?

Be well,
Jess

A Winsome Journey…Yours and Mine.


A series of Journeys ~ Life.

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You will love, you will lose, you will encounter many circumstances and experiences, you will meet people, you will see things. Some of these experiences and people you will always remember, some you won’t forget fast enough. Some of these will teach you, some just warm your heart and soul. Do these happen by accident; no,I don’t think they do.

>Finding beauty in flowers and life.

Some hurdles or blessings you will experience alone, some will be shared with family, or with friends. Some of the people we meet become so ingrained in your soul, they become part of you, or they become a close friend (family).

>Finding beauty in flowers and life.

In life and through our journeys, we are similar, you and I; we stumble, we fall, we grow, and from all those experiences we learn. We learn who we are, we learn of our strengths and weaknesses; we find ourselves. We follow our dreams.

>Finding beauty in flowers and life.

I trudge along on this adventure of mine, where ever it may lead…I appreciate the adventure of having, working for, and living my dream, and with a lot of courage, a little creativity… some stick-to-itiveness I will move in the direction of my dreams.

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I am glad you blog, and that you visit and comment on mine.
As I read and envelope myself in your blogs, your writings, and photographs; it is a vast source of motivation, reassurance, and inspiration. I do not travel this path alone. I take strength and peace from your gentle kindness, your sincerity, and your generosity.

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Though we are all different we are very much the same, we put our hearts, faith, and souls into our dreams. We stumble and fall, we pick ours selves up dust ourselves off and begin where we left off…No matter how easy some folks make their journey appear,at the end of the day , we all just put one foot in front of the other… time and time again. We move forward – together and alone.

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Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you’ve imagined. As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler.
Henry David Thoreau

Be Well,
Jess

In Winter’s Cold Shadow…There is Gold.


I find that I am not as patient as I once was; sometimes, I feel as though I am attempting to strain the mud puddle rather than patiently waiting for the mud to settle and the water to clear….Do you ever feel as though you are treading water, when you should be swimming?
Feeling over whelmed, me? “Why”, I ask myself. I know there is no easy road, no magic bullet. I am well aware the frustration I feel is of my own making. . . yet as I concentrate so much energy on my objectives, my world, …stumbling through endless lists.
I have always had lists. That can’t be it; am I just getting older and grumpier? Is this what mid-life, what 50 feels like? If it is I don’t like it one bit. Is it just the solitude that winter brings? Could it be I just need to idle my motor, wait for things to happen as they should, when they should?
Or maybe, just maybe; I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these that let me savor a bad mood….until the afternoon sun turns it to gold.

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Mercedes’ shadow cast on the barn wall.

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Intent on supper…”oh, are you still there?”

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Mercedes, always so graceful , never in the front, never pushy, or needing to be the first…always patient and full of grace. I want to be like her.

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Andy, is so frail; he did not have the benefit of his mother’s milk and nutrients pat the age of 2 months. I worry about him in the cold; he is wearing 2 polar fleece vest, a goose down vest, and a rain jacket with the arms cut off, ( all zipped up across his back) to protect him from the frigid temperatures. He sleeps, always, between KatDoll and Camille…they keep him warm.
I am going to have him gelded, so that he never has to leave them.

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Even the chickens head to the llama barn for warmth and protection.

The winter blues. How do you deal with this issue? Or is it not an issue for you? Where do you find your patience?

Be Well,
Jess