If it wasn’t for the lighthouse…


I had every intention of showing you all a little something I found the other day; yet, when I read this poem as posted by Faith. I just had to re-post it with a photo I took in Maine last summer. I hope you like it too!

There’s a lighthouse on the hillside

That overlooks the sea

When I’m tossed it sends out a light

That I might clearly see

And the light that shines in darkness now

Will safely lead me o’er

If it wasn’t for the lighthouse

My ship would be no more

And I thank God for the lighthouse

I owe my life to Him

Jesus is the Lighthouse

And from the rocks of sin

He has shown a light around me

That I might clearly see

If it wasn’t for “The Lighthouse”

Tell me where would this ship be?

The Hinsons

Have a Wonderful Weekend!

Oh, I’ll show you what I found on Monday.

Be Well



Have you ever…?

Have you ever just taken a drive, to see where the road takes you? As we meandered about on the back roads of Greenwhich; a hamlet near to our home.

We stopped by a local ice cream shop; drove through the town center and headed west. As we rounded a bend in the road along the Battenkill River, we came upon some local history ~ in the shape of a painted brick colonial home…

A few miles west of East Greenwich, also on the banks of the Batten Kill, is the hamlet of Battenville.

The home where Susan B. Anthony [the woman suffrage movement who’s motto was,”Men their rights and nothing more, women their rights and nothing less] spent part of her formative years has since been restored, as has the adjoining building which served as a tavern and stagecoach stop.

I am sure it was restored, but it seems to have fallen back into disrepair. An abandoned bit of historical architecture…

This area was also important to the underground Railroad; The abolition of slavery was a cause that many local people were actively involved in. Dr. Hiram Corliss guided the movement in Greenwich. His son, George Corliss, was the inventor of the Corliss Steam Engine. Legend has it;an important station of the Underground Railway to Canada was located in Greenwich.

The Battenville area was used during parts of the filming of The Horse Whisperers.

We had to stop to get this fella headed in the right direction…

In researching this homestead, I found the info here: Greenwich, NY.

Where are you headed? Have you ever…?

Be well,

Wordless Wednesday…Let me introduce you to a few of the cast of characters…

Hi there! Come on in, I’ll introduce you to a few of our residents…

“C’mon in; meet some of the characters on our farm.”

Here’s Riley..

This was our boy Seamus…dearly missed.

Finnegan misses Seamus too; here he is snuggled into his arms as a pup.


This is PussyKat Doll,:)

Gio,had a run in with another male; his ear was torn in the scuttle.

Meet Our Phantom of the Opera.

Jenni and Malokai.

I wonder what Andrew and Mali are talking about?

Well, this is a few of the cast of characters here on Misty Maples Farm. Come back next Wednesday to meet some more!

Be Well,

Sun dried is good for raisins….

Summer draws me outdoors, usually to my favorite place…my garden.

From the garden I can watch the llamas graze peacefully in the field, smile as the ducks waddle noisily past, or notice one of the chicks discoveries.

I live for lazy days in the garden and cozy nights; snuggled in a throw on the front porch swing of our farmhouse cottage. Our own little buffer from life’s hustle and bustle; a restful place to be… imbued with our love of nature, animals and gardening. A home we have taken special care to preserve and bring back; using salvaged materials, tag sale, and flea market finds.

This summer’s dry weather has taken a toll on my garden, yet there is still so much color and life. Some vegetables are thriving…even though pumpkins usually like wet feet…this years crop is doing quite well. The cabbage however has not started to form a head…yet, there is still hope. I even have a few bunches of grapes from this years plantings…yippee. Hopefully they ripen before becoming raisins!

Alas, gardening, like parenting requires patience, nurturing, persistence, and lots and lots of hard work to reap wonderful benefits. Grandpa always said to be successful at anything, you must have stick-to-it-iveness…guess I better pull my self up by the boot straps and get back work salvaging what I can.

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Be well,

……can you whistle?

Sittin’ in the mornin’ sun
I’ll be sittin’ when the evenin’ come
Watching the ships roll in
And then I watch ’em roll away again, yeah

this just about sums up our life…notice that he is wearing his boots…on a boat!

I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Watching the tide roll away
Ooo, I’m just sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time

……Sittin’ here resting my bones

……Watching the tide roll away
sittin’ on the dock of the bay,
Wastin’ time

Okay, now …whistle!

My all time favorite summer song…as sang by Otis Redding.
I only wish I could whistle!
Be well,

Put some clothes on….

Your garden that is…The unmulched garden looks to me like some naked thing which for one reason or another would be better off with a few clothes on.

With a drought affecting much of the country trying to maintain gardens in such dry conditions are a challenge.

I have been giving priority to the vegetable plants ( a hard decision for me ~ you know how much I love flowers); after all they will be filling our pantry and tummies.

For flowers and vegetables, use wider spacing to reduce competition for soil moisture, mulching in between plants.

Use 3 to 4 inches (after settling) of organic mulch (pine bark, straw or similar, I use grass clippings on top of straw) to prevent soil from drying and losing moisture to the air.

Keep such mulch away from tree trunks. If you have newspapers to spare lay a layer of paper then mulch. The news paper will compost, unlike plastic. A caveat, I have never done this, I am weary of the printing ink. Is this even a valid worry? For the same sort of reasons I never use old rail road ties for raised beds; do the chemicals they are treated with leach into my veggies? Oh, the horror. Ok, back to gardening in the absence of rain….

If there is no watering ban; try to water in the early morning, when there is less heat and wind, and so less water lost to evaporation. I have a well, so I have to monitor my own consumption; lest I pay the price. Water deeply and less often rather than for shorter periods more often. This allows water to penetrate deeper, and so encourages deeper roots which are more resistant to drought.

Water established plants only if “really” needed and once they begin to wilt.

Many perennials and woody plants may wilt, and not perform best if dry, but will survive. This is especially true if they were healthy and well-watered prior to drought conditions. Only a few perennials such as false spirea (Astilbe) have leaves that turn brown and don’t recover if dry, but have to generate new leaves.

Alas, the heat and lack of water has taken its toll, but look closely…there is new growth on this Astilbe..

When adjusting the hot and cold in baths and showers, collect in a bucket the water that would normally go down the drain before the temperature is adjusted. Also collect and use water from dehumidifiers or window air conditioners.

Collect water from downspouts of gutters, or divert these into flower beds.

Fertilize less, both less in amount and less often, and avoid too much high nitrogen fertilizer. Too much nitrogen results in excessive growth, and need for water by plants.

Organic fertilizers provide less, and over a longer period usually, and they help soil humus which helps hold water.

If water is restricted or in short supply, give highest priority to the following:

Newly planted trees, shrubs and perennials

Newly seeded lawns or repaired lawn areas

Plants on sandy soils or windy and exposed sites

Vegetables when flowering

Keep weeds down, as they compete with more desirable plants for water.

At least the bright side is that under drought, weeds wont grow as fast either!

Remember when…?

Remember when…

Remember when farm life was based on families, church, and holidays…It was the way of life for many. Work stopped on Sunday; as families came together to pray and worship. They celebrated life with Sunday dinner ~ a tradition many families carry on today. They caught up on each other’s lives, and shared news. Face to face. They saw expressions, of joy, sadness, and awe. They were there to comfort a friend, not leave a comment on a Facebook “friend’s” sad commentary. Simple joys and blessings of life. Yes, it is hard, sometimes tedious,back breaking work. Yet, this life creates self reliant and proud folks. They made do.

They celebrated the rain, the sun, the fields. They celebrated the Lord, and Church; family and dear friends. Neighbors helping neighbors. Life and daily chores seemed to have a purpose, and not just the search for the almighty dollar. The purpose was to have enough, enough food for the family and livestock, a blessing would be enough to share. Enough to live comfortably; not extravagantly…you work for what you need. And, you didn’t get what you want before you earned it. Children were not gifted everything under the sun ~ simply because they wanted it. They had to work too, this was life on a family farm, and the grist mills, the weavers, or the general store; everyone had to pull their own weight. This is indeed an overly simplified, perhaps a romanticized view; I accept that. Sometimes though, it seems to me…this world could do with a bit of simplicity. Living life within your means is hard. Ask any one trying to live a life of independent sustainability. I read about Celi’s day each morning at The Kitchen Garden each morning, and I am always amazed.

Living life on a farm is still hard work, maybe harder, with prices for crops at an all-time low, and fuel costs at an all time high (and the with the hot dry summer the US of A is experiencing, it will only be tougher), but farmers will keep battling on. Tenacity, stick-to-it-iveness, stubborn will, call it what you’d like…thank goodness they have it! Farming. It is the most important industry in the country, you think about this when you get a bit hungry.

It’s a battle, but it’s life. Most love doing it and wouldn’t have it any other way.
Be well. Jess

Walkin’ Down a Country Road…

As we so often do; after a long day of chores and yard work, my husband and I go for a drive or a walk (sometimes both). Yesterday we drove to a nearby town, stopped the car on an old dirt road and just meandered on down ~

A rural, pastoral view of the Cambridge Hills

There is such beauty to be found here,so much history and remnants of times past. Work for the future, as we pass signs depicting the “RIGHT TO FARM”.

Barns and sheds some being used for their intended purposes, some now storage or sitting unused and in a state disrepair…loved and lost.

It’s all a-blur…:)

On a country road
I guess my feet know where they want me to go….James Taylor.

Flowers along the way..

Gold, pure Gold.

I never fail to be impressed by the beauty of flowers..

Where flowers bloom so does hope.

In friendship’s fragrant garden,
There are flowers of every hue.
Each with its own fair beauty
And its gift of joy for you.
Friendship’s Garden

Earth laughs in flowers -Emerson

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Afternoon on a Hill”

Flowers… are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty out-values all the utilities of the world.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1844 Oh, for the love of Emerson ❤

Flowers seem intended for the solace of ordinary humanity.
John Ruskin

Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into.
Henry Beecher, Life Thoughts, 1858

Be Well, take a walk…:)