Some things are just worth re-visiting ~ Don’t you think?

Live your life so that the fear of death can never enter your heart. When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the morning light. Give thanks for your life and strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. And if perchance you see no reason for giving thanks, rest assured the fault is in yourself.

Chief Tecumseh, Shawnee Indian Chief

November 20, 2011


I do believe, I have little writing to do this day…Craig Morgan’s song “That’s What I Love about Sunday” says everything…I love about Sundays.

Raymond’s in his Sunday best,
He’s usually up to his chest in oil an’ grease.
There’s the Martin’s walkin’ in,
With that mean little freckle-faced kid,
Who broke a window last week.
Sweet Miss Betty likes to sing off key in the pew behind me.

That’s what I love about Sunday:
Sing along as the choir sways;
Every verse of Amazin’ Grace,
An’ then we shake the Preacher’s hand.
Go home, into your blue jeans;
Have some chicken an’ some baked beans.
Pick a back yard football team,
Not do much of anything:
That’s what I love about Sunday.

I stroll to the end of the drive,
Pick up the Sunday Times, grab my coffee cup.
It looks like Sally an’ Ron, finally tied the knot,
Well, it’s about time.
It’s 35 cents off a ground round,
Baby, cut that coupon out!

That’s what I love about Sunday:
Cat-napping on the porch swing;
You curled up next to me,
The smell of jasmine wakes us up.
Take a walk down a back road,
Tackle box and a cane pole;
Carve our names in that white oak,
steal a kiss as the sun fades,
That’s what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.

Ooh, new believers gettin’ baptized,
Momma’s hands raised up high,
Havin’ a Hallelujah good time
A smile on everybody’s face.
That’s what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.

That’s what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.

“Joy is the feeling of grinning inside.”

“Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls.” -Mother Teresa

“Joy does not simply happen to us. We have to choose joy and keep choosing it every day.” -Henri Nouwen

“This is the true joy of life, the being used up for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one.” -George Bernard Shaw This my friends is the ~ rare, and elusive ~ idle Hubby…you may never have the opportunity to see him in a sitting position again, please enjoy.

To get joy, we must give it, and to keep joy, we must scatter it. -John Templeton My Girls! <3

“Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.” -Thich Nhat Hanh The Boys.

“Joy can be real only if people look upon their life as a service, and have a definite object in life outside themselves and their personal happiness.” -Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoy

“And Joy is Everywhere; It is in the Earth’s green covering of grass; In the blue serenity of the Sky; In the reckless exuberance of Spring; In the severe abstinence of gray Winter; In the Living flesh that animates our bodily frame; In the perfect poise of the Human figure, noble and upright; In Living; In the exercise of all our powers; In the acquisition of Knowledge; in fighting evils…Joy is there Everywhere” -Rabindranath Tagore

“Since you get more joy out of giving joy to others, you should put a good deal of thought into the happiness that you are able to give.” -Eleanor Roosevelt

There may be no joy like lazing around on a Sunday afternoon, doing nothing in particular,…Enjoy your Sunday!

Be Well,

I Saw Old Autumn in the Misty Morn…

As I went out walking this Fall afternoon, dogs and camera in tow. I heard a whispering, a quiet gentle whispering, the dogs were just ahead of me; yet when I stopped still in my tracks..they stopped and turned. Had they heard it too..almost to soft and gentle a sound to distinguish. A little rustle in the leaves just into the thicket…a young deer, this year’s fawn and a doe were quietly nibbling acorns from the old oak trees. I kept still for a moment, though I quickly decided to move up the hill with Lexi and Finn, as they were headed to me. To stay any longer would encourage a visit, no time to snap a shot today. They will have scampered off before we come back through…

The sky was just clearing after several days of rain, a heavy mist hung over the pastures. I might get a few snaps of the camera before the sun completely fades.

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“O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.”
– Robert Frost, October

Thank you for all of the wonderful, creative ideas…I will talk with my daughters to narrow or choice…stay tuned.
Be Well,

A Painted Chevy, and a challenge for you…

I am sure this is exactly what Howie had in mind when thinking of his Rat Rod….(Oh, right I keep forgetting about the Rat part of that description). Well, anyway; I thought it would be great to use the truck in the new design for our [Misty Maples Farm]farm banner. What do you think?

I would like to paint something into the little trailer, only I am not sure what? After working on the painting for 6 hours yesterday; my creativity must have been spent. I thought of the folks who read this little blog, aha, moment! You should choose.
So, I leave it up to you to choose what should be in the trailer. If you would?
If I choose your idea, I will send you a dozen (yet to be designed)Christmas cards featuring the painting. I can’t wait to see what you come up with!

Not sure if this will be of any assistance, but, we have chickens, ducks, dogs, llamas, and soon Angora Goats here on our farm. I spin fiber, knit, and attempt to crochet the fiber.

Be well,

Why do they they do it….for love.

Why do farmers farm, given their economic adversities on top of the many frustrations and difficulties normal to farming? And always the answer is: “Love. They must do it for love.” Farmers farm for the love of farming.

They love to watch and nurture the growth of plants.

They love to live in the presence of animals.

They love to work outdoors.

They love the weather, maybe even when it is making them miserable.

They love to live where they work and to work where they live.

If the scale of their farming is small enough, they like to work in the company of their children and with the help of their children. They love the measure of independence that farm life can still provide. I have an idea that a lot of farmers have gone to a lot of trouble merely to be self-employed to live at least a part of their lives without a boss.

“The first supermarket supposedly appeared on the American landscape in 1946. That is not very long ago.

Until then, where was all the food?

Dear folks, the food was in homes, gardens, local fields, and forests. It was near kitchens, near tables, near bedsides. It was in the pantry, the cellar, the backyard.” Joel Salatin, Folks, This Ain’t Normal: A Farmer’s Advice for Happier Hens, Healthier People, and a Better World.

‎A farm is a manipulative creature. There is no such thing as finished.

Work comes in a stream and has no end. There are only the things that must be done now and things that can be done later. The threat the farm has got on you, the one that keeps you running from can until can’t, is this: do it now, or some living thing will wilt or suffer or die. Its blackmail, really.

A farmer friend of mine told me recently about a busload of middle school children who came to his farm for a tour. The first two boys off the bus asked, “Where is the salsa tree?” They thought they could go pick salsa, like apples and peaches. Oh my. What do they put on SAT tests to measure this? Does anybody care? How little can a person know about food and still make educated decisions about it? Is this knowledge going to change before they enter the voting booth? Now that’s a scary thought!

Commercial farming as I see it…but a temporary blip until the land is used up, the water polluted, the neighbors nauseated, and the air unbreathable. The farmhouse, the concrete, the machinery, and outbuildings become relics of a bygone vibrancy when another family farm moves to the city financial centers for relief…

Commercial agriculture can survive within pluralistic American society, as we know it – if the farm is rebuilt on some of the values with which it is popularly associated: conservation, independence, self-reliance, family, and community. To sustain itself, commercial agriculture will have to reorganize its social and economic structure as well as its technological base and production methods in a way that reinforces these values…

Alright, I will come down off the soapbox now…it seems a long time between posts lately; but with tomatoes and squash coming out of my ears and our youngest to get off to college, days have seemed too short. As I harvest the vegetables, I can’t help but think about something I read awhile ago. A writing by Masanobu Fukuoka, The One-Straw Revolution. In this he wrote,” If each person were given one quarter-acre, that is 1 1/4 acres to a family of five, that would be more than enough land to support the family for the whole year. If natural farming were practiced, a farmer would also have plenty of time for leisure and social activities within the village community. I think this is the most direct path toward making this country a happy, pleasant land.” I can’t help but agree.

Be well,

Hope is sweet-minded and sweet-eyed….

Hope. It draws pictures; it weaves fancies; it fills the future with delight. Our perceptions are always colored by what we hope, what we fear, what we love. We do the best we can. I did the best I could.
Here on our farm we have been faced with choices; life and death choices on a few occasions within a week. These kinds of choices are never easy, never to be taken lightly. What is best? For the animal? For you? For society? Questions and answers to be weighed heavily with love. With hope. With faith. Am I doing the right thing? right for whom? Does the decision have to be the right one for everyone?
These questions in life; these types of decisions…the answers can only be found deep in your heart,your soul really. you dig deep, sleep on it, then dig some more.
Lost in oblivion, dark and silent and complete, I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom. When left with a sense of despair- perhaps you have your answer. There is no hope. Not now. Not for them. It is time to let them go,to me, to hold on…would be holding on for me; for reasons purely selfish. Loss of quality of life, end suffering was our answer. The right answer some would say, wrong others with argue. to those who disagree with decisions made in moments of despair; I say, “You can’t lose hope when it’s hopeless. You gotta hope more, then put your fingers in your ears and go: “Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah!” I Hope and I pray they found peace. freedom from pain, freedom from torment. You see,beginnings can be scary, endings are usually sad, but it’s the middle that counts the most. So Live! As we live, we learn, you’ll have your heart broken and you’ll break others’ hearts. You’ll fight with your best friend or maybe even fall in love with them, and you’ll cry because time is flying by. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, forgive freely, and love like you’ll never be hurt. Love freely. love completely. Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances. you just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone’s hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up, stay up late, be a flirt, and smile until your face hurts. Don’t be afraid to take chances or fall in love and most of all, live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back.

I told myself; after days of agonizing contemplation don’t be afraid to make a choice… everyone will have their opinion of what is right, what is wrong…there is no “one size fits all: answer. Jessica, do your best with what you have been given.” I hope I did.

Enjoy the present, each moment as it comes, because you’ll never get another one quite like it. And if you should ever look up and find yourself lost, simply take a breath and start over. Retrace your steps and go back to the purest place in your heart, where your hope lives. You’ll find your way again.

If you have a dream, live it. If you have a hope, chase it.

It’s true that we don’t know what we’ve got until we lose
it, but it’s also true that we don’t know what we’ve been
missing until it arrives.

Dream what you want to dream, go where you want to go,
be what you want to be. Because you have only one life and
one chance to do all the things you want to do.

The happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best
of everything they just make the most of everything that comes
along their way

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss…

walk with friends.

We see hope in children….

…love like you’ve never been hurt and dance like no one is watching.

When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile.

In the end, it’s not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away
– shing xiong

Rest peacefully; Riley and Sweet Phantom. You are loved, always.

Be well,

There was a Pink Moon.

Traditionally, the April full moon is known as “the Pink Moon,” supposedly as a tribute to the grass pink or wild ground phlox, considered one of the earliest widespread flowers of the spring. For me spring is about renewal, and recommitting to dreams and goals. TO find my life’s purpose. What is your purpose? Mine is still evolving; I think.
If you can’t figure out your purpose—list three things you daydream about on slow days at work or while at a stop light?

Don’t spend your life trying to be what you are not…There are no things or powers in life that can offer you a hand to your dreams; surround yourself with great,positive people;you always can learn something from them. People and their opinions, can have the strongest affect on our lives. I believe that you become the people you hang out with. The people you associate with and share ideas with have a major influence on how you choose to act upon or not act upon your dreams. Did you ever have the sort of folks around you that say things like “Why would you want to do that”, “Why waste your time, that is foolish”; trying to down your dreams before they even begin? I used to worry what they thought, …no more.

Confidence is contagious, and so is the lack of confidence. We must believe in ourselves and our dreams ~ our purpose~ be selective of the people we choose to spend our precious time with. I always try to surround myself with positive “can do” people. Relationships are a choice. Choose passionate friends, crazy, I can do it, I will do it ~ friends. I am just crazy enough to think things can be different. Those who think something’s impossible generally don’t spend enough time around crazy people who know it can be done. That things can be better. Put all those crazy people together and suddenly everyone’s doing impossible things.

Never lose sight of your dreams … it’s totally up to you to remind yourself everyday of the rewards you will reap as you achieve your goals.

Sow it!!!…Reap it!!!!!!!
Be Well,
Wordpress is being wonky, and not saving all of my words whilst publishing…so this is yet another update.

Is there life after facebook?

ot,oh…I think facebook and I just broke up. You see we haven’t been seeing eye to eye lately, it seems to have become a venue for negativity and the gratuitous propulsion of opinion, right or wrong. I was going to post the photo and “blurb” that set this separation into motion. But, I feel it too graphic for my taste, so I won’t..let’s just leave it at this…I do not care to read in graphic detail how abortions are performed nor do I think Obama is the devil enabling such things… I don’t watch mainstream television for the same reasons…the carefully laundered news,graphic images, gratuitous violence and sex, I can do with out it, thank you very much. There is so much good in this world, why must we inundate our lives with such non-stop ugliness?

We were getting along fine for awhile; really, we were. I enjoyed viewing and posting updates, sharing photos and chatting with “friends”. I am not sure, when I was sucked in…when did I allow this virtual reality to gobble up so much of my time? So much time…I believe, if Facebook ever shuts down. You’ll see people roaming the streets shoving pictures in others faces screaming “Do you like this!?!?!…DO YOU!?!?!”

Little Andy with Breezy

Besides, I am capable of staying in touch with those I care about on my own with out, FB. I can. Really. I will have more time to accomplish those things high om my life’s list of priorities. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think Facebook is evil and bad. It is just not for me. Just another decision to stay focused on the beauty and good in the world, and not be overwhelmed by negativity. I love the Web as a networking and communication tool…perhaps, I am old fashioned, but, prefer to meet friends in the world,our world..Sure, it takes more time and isn’t nearly as efficient. It’s not very meaningful, shallow even.

Do you think, you want to offer me some fiber...huh, do ya?

This begs the question,how is blogging any different? Now blogging, seems different somehow, I can take inspiration and knowledge from others as well, gift it. If I seek to learn something new, I find a blogger who knows all about it, and loves to share a common interest. That’s one of the things I love about blogging, and there are many others. What about you? What’s the attraction to blogging for you?

I feel like I am entering re-hab; can I go cold turkey? Or should I wean myself off? I will still keep the farm page up for a bit, I suppose. (guess that answers the wean myself off question)

Maeve with Andy shortly after his birth

“”I wonder what Piglet is doing,” thought Pooh.
“I wish I were there to be doing it, too.”
– Winnie the Pooh

Be Well,

A month of thanksgiving ~ Day 23

November 23, 2011


Sounds like an ominous thing to be grateful for at Thanksgiving doesn’t it…it’s not. Medical research in general, should really be my main topic. I think any one of us who lost a loved one to disease would agree.

I started thinking about today’s blog as I sat in the waiting room of our hometown Doctor’s office. My grown son had been feeling ill, not quuite himself, and with a nagging cough…he had also pulled many ticks off of himself and thought it might be Lyme. I went to the visit with him. We checked in with the receptionist, and took our seat. Justin looked up and through the window, saw our neighbors, Andrew, Ryan, and their Grand-mother, Pat heading into the office. Justin and Andrew are good buddies; when ever they meet, he calls my Justin..”Justin Bieber” (pronounced BEEBA). Justin in turn calls him Andrew Bieber, yes, this had to take place even in the doctor’s office. Even if a bit too loudly…Justin headed into his exam…Andrew waited, and fidgeted (the appointment for his older brother). He brought me some books to read to him…fidgeted some more, then climbed up on my lap for a long comforting squeeze; as I cradled his head while I held him..I felt a little something..I asked him to turn his head so that I could see,,he had a tick burrowed into the base of his head…I guess he was in the right place.

Well, as it turns out; Justin has pneumonia, Ryan has strep, Andrew is being treated for Lyme disease(precautionary, as the tick was deeply embedded). What a day on Brady Lane.
All can be treated with antibiotics. Generations ago, the outcome would be much different.

The holidays bring back memories, naturally. Memories of childhood, of family, of friends..I am thankful for all in my life. I intend to enjoy every moment I have with loved ones this holiday season; as I know all too well, how quickly life can change. I pray, for a cure for all and any disease, and I pray for health and happiness for you and your loved ones. I’m thankful right now to be surrounded by those whose lives touch me more than they’ll ever possibly know.
Happy Thanksgiving.

The light is what guides you home, the warmth is what keeps you there. ~Ellie Rodriguez

Every house where love abides And friendship is a guest, Is surely home, and home sweet home For there the heart can rest. ~Henry Van Dyke

And thank you for a house full of people I love. Amen.

So wherever you find yourself this holiday season, remember to pause and give thanks.
Be well,

A month of thanksgiving ~ Day 22

November 22, 2011

Babies and Sunrises ~ beginnings

This is the precious present, regardless of what yesterday was like, regardless of what tomorrow may bring.

Watching the sunrise, a fresh start to a brand new day;breathing in the crisp November morning air; I stood in bare feet to capture a moment on film knowing if I waited a second longer the moment would be lost…nature waits for no one. I scurried back into my wood warmed kitchen and stood watching the salmon colored sky fade…sipping my first cup of steaming hot tea. What to do today? It’s too early to worry and yet I need to begin, but sometimes…I just have to see ~ before it gets too busy to look. I just need to feel the serenity of it all as the world awakens like a new-born child. Watching the sunrise reminds me …that with each dawn we can all start anew each day, forgetting whatever troubled us the day or the night before, looking forward to what ever this new day will bring…. A new beginning, something so close to heaven, such as it is with babies…such a beautiful beginning.

I am grateful to have been able to capture this morning’s sunrise, and, I was lucky enough to spend part my day with my niece and nephew who were visiting from Canada, I snapped a few photos as Phenix explored..and Jurney knitted.

Climb up on some hill at sunrise. Everybody needs perspective once in a while, and you'll find it there. ~Robb Sagendorph

A new baby is like the beginning of all things-wonder, hope, a dream of possibilities. -- Eda J. Le Shan

I'll tell you how the sun rose a ribbon at a time. ~Emily Dickinson

Babies are such a nice way to start people. -- Don Herrold

Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise. ~George Washington Carver

It is the nature of babies to be in bliss. -- Deepak Chopra

Nature is the art of God. ~Thomas Browne, Religio Medici, 1635

A wee child toddling in a wonder world.... I prefer to their dogma my excursions into the natural gardens where the voice of the Great Spirit is heard in the twittering of birds, the rippling of mighty waters, and the sweet breathing of flowers. ...~Zitkala-Sa

Every child is a deliberate, passionate creation of God. If you doubt that, just look into their eyes. You will find a gentle little spirit who hungers for life - and for your love. (Gary Holland)

One visit with a child can supply us with enough creativity dust to last for a lifetime... Visit with children like you're the child you ought to be more often. Jurney ..doing good work...

Be Well,

A month of thanksgiving ~ Day 21

November 21, 2011

The Internet

Now, I am at point in the this month of thanksgiving and gratitude, where I believe I have expressed most of the gratitude for truly cherished people, life affirming activities, and joyful experiences I have or had. So, where does that leave me; am I grateful for things? Really? That feels a bit materialistic to my sensibilities. Or is it? As I thought about it longer; I found many “things” I was grateful for, including my car, sewing machine, oven, camera…and the I thought of the internet. An aha moment. If it were not for the capabilities of an internet search, I wouldn’t be able to ponder others opinions, or smile at their musings, admire their photographs, in fact to see (in video, and photos) everyday life in every part of the world. I could not have fathomed this…could you? I can find any recipe I will ever need, how- to on virtually any subject, find (err, search) for employment opportunities, shop for clothes or anything else you could possibly want to buy. I can show the world what I’ve have made, designed, or grown. I can look up old friends, advertise our farm, share pictures with far away family, and find any help I may need for my animals on facebook. I can share every random thought I have on twitter.
And, I can write a blog, to potentially connect with other like – minded people…to express myself, and to share. For this I am grateful. For as I have mentioned in earlier posts; I feel through our personal connections we can really know ourselves and enhance our existence; and despite the separation or lack of physical proximity, through social media and the internet we are able to build on the power of human connection, don’t you think? I have built friendships some as strong as, friendships cultivated by close physical contact. I have new relationships I would not give up for anything and I have met smart, intelligent, fascinating, creative, authentic, successful and beautiful people; folks I may never ever have met in person. I have and still believed that meeting people in person is essentially the most authentic connection; person to person physical relationships, friendships and interaction, cannot be replaced by social media. But, I sure do appreciate the genius’ who created the internet and social media sites that enable us to interact with the whole of the world (if we want to).

he most basic and powerful way to connect to another person is to listen. Just listen. Perhaps the most important thing we ever give each other is our attention…. A loving silence often has far more power to heal and to connect than the most well-intentioned words.
– Rachel Naomi Remen

And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
– Marianne Williamson

Each contact is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.

We don’t accomplish anything in this world alone … and whatever happens is the result of the whole tapestry of one’s life and all the weavings of individual threads from one to another that creates something.

Be well,