Sunday, March 21, 2010
BABY CHICKS
My Granddaughter wants to raise chickens. She lives in the City.
These are the babies. Good Luck. You will do well.
When I was a child we would have 200 baby chicks. Big business in those days.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
March 10, 2010 Artic Flowers come up through the snow
Saturday, March 13, 2010
SPRING & SUMMER ON MY OWN
Glen 1965. Rites of Spring. Along with the Magnolia blooms we always hunted mushrooms. Mushrooms and Arrowheads. That is what we used to do in the early Spring.
This is the mud season 2010. Yesterday my son Kirk slipped and fell flat in the mud. I don't know why I did not take a picture. Since he was uninjured it was pretty funny. He was a totally a mud wrestler.
I did the same thing a few days ago. This is the season of mud and flood.
My diesel dually and generator started up and with a roar and are ready to roll 2010.
I have been making plans for Spring and Summer. I have my saddle club weekend rides on the calendar. I have my reservations at the horse camp at Farmington for every4th weekend until winter. That is when there is a fun mule and horse show and entertainment at the lodge.
I am going to Eminence in May and October. Cross Country Trail Ride.
My little farm, gardens, and lawn are waiting for my labors. Everything is going per direction.
This is my second Spring without Glen. I am doing my best, but it is lonely. It is hard to keep focused on things and that is why I have made so many reservations and plans.
My dancing lessons are over for this year. It is a challenge to take couples dance lessons when you are single. This would be more humerus if it was not so sad. I laugh and cry at the same time. I have learned how to have a blast with a broken Heart.
I take a little time every day to feel sorry for my self and then I go to the barn and visit my mules and listen to them chomp up their hay. My dog and cat are always under my feet. Life is good. Everyday is a gift.
This is the mud season 2010. Yesterday my son Kirk slipped and fell flat in the mud. I don't know why I did not take a picture. Since he was uninjured it was pretty funny. He was a totally a mud wrestler.
I did the same thing a few days ago. This is the season of mud and flood.
My diesel dually and generator started up and with a roar and are ready to roll 2010.
I have been making plans for Spring and Summer. I have my saddle club weekend rides on the calendar. I have my reservations at the horse camp at Farmington for every4th weekend until winter. That is when there is a fun mule and horse show and entertainment at the lodge.
I am going to Eminence in May and October. Cross Country Trail Ride.
My little farm, gardens, and lawn are waiting for my labors. Everything is going per direction.
This is my second Spring without Glen. I am doing my best, but it is lonely. It is hard to keep focused on things and that is why I have made so many reservations and plans.
My dancing lessons are over for this year. It is a challenge to take couples dance lessons when you are single. This would be more humerus if it was not so sad. I laugh and cry at the same time. I have learned how to have a blast with a broken Heart.
I take a little time every day to feel sorry for my self and then I go to the barn and visit my mules and listen to them chomp up their hay. My dog and cat are always under my feet. Life is good. Everyday is a gift.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
IOWA ICE BERGS
Our place on the river is below the Red Rock Dam. The water stays open all winter. We have lots of water birds to enjoy during the winter months. This piece of ice was breaking up. We used to have ice jams at this narrow place in the river before the dam of 1968.
Nana is so proud of her deer leg. She carried it 3 miles to our home. Then she buried it as well as she could for a later treat
English River flows into the Des Moines River near my property. The English is flooding big time. 2008 was a flood that destroyed my little Hay farm. I replanted. I hope we do not lose again this year. Lots of folks have their homes at stake. I just have a hayfield.
Nana is so proud of her deer leg. She carried it 3 miles to our home. Then she buried it as well as she could for a later treat
English River flows into the Des Moines River near my property. The English is flooding big time. 2008 was a flood that destroyed my little Hay farm. I replanted. I hope we do not lose again this year. Lots of folks have their homes at stake. I just have a hayfield.
Friday, March 5, 2010
ISLAND MARCH 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
MARCH SUN
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