Life at Homeland Farm

Cliffy and his new pal Molly Magoo     Once again, it is December 31st. Once again, I say "where did the last year go?" My grandmother always said, the older you get, the faster time goes, and she was certainly right. I can not believe it is almost 2014.      So, I will do one last blog for the year, and will make it a recap of the fun and frivolity that happened here at Homeland Farm in the last 12 months! Ferg the pot belly pig came to live with us Goat on the glider, ei ei ooooo Doober dog on the well Stewbeef roasting on an open fire.. Cowboy Cliffy rides again skinny alpacas came to us from an auction a wild chupacabra came to live with us in the spring Speaking of spring, strawberry season was divine.. we were very busy all year..making jam by the case hay by the ton warmed baby pigs by the dozen.. paraded down Main Street..no really! took care of baby bunnies painted corral fences fix

Here, just in time for Christmas, is the book I wrote about 20 years ago. It is certainly a long time in coming, but it is here and I am celebrating! (Note the bubbly). SO in honor of the release of my published short stories...a little poem...Ahem..  Twas three days before Christmas,   and all through the farm,   Champagne was a flowing,   And doing no harm.   The book it was done,   a reason to party,   the author just hoped,   she would look like a smarty.   She wrote of horses,and pigs   riding, and chickens,   Ok, so it is pretty simple reading,   and certainly not Dickens.    But give it out as a present,    the author surely does plan,    Christmas is near,    and it is probably better then jam..    So the children all snuggle    deep in their beds,    and hope that the sequel,    won't fill them with dread.    'Cause the next funny book will be,     about Brogan, Cameron and Liam,     featuring flying squirrels, and half dead bats,    and

       Ahh, menopause..you are such a hag. My sleeping habits have not been my own since I turned 50. I used to fall into bed and sleep like the proverbial log all night, back in the day. Now, I am hot flashing, and tossing and turning all night, every night.       It is the same thing about every evening. I go to bed chilly, with cold feet as the floors in this old farmhouse are always cold. I slide into bed, and sigh a happy sigh as the electric blanket has done its job.      "Ahh, nice and warm," says I..at that moment. The Doober dog (Annalee) will usually come in and join me on the bed, and I shove my cold feet under her butt, as that is the quickest way to warm them up. I fall into blissful slumber, and soon hear Cliffy come in to join us. We push and shove the dog pile around to make room for him, although I often feel like the innkeeper in Bethlehem, telling him there is no room at the inn. Umm..my toes are lower, dog..       We have one dog, Annalee or Doober

  Ahh the holidays, my favorite time of the year. It is easy for me to say that since I am inside cooking, cleaning and doing other domestic goddess stuff, while the rest of the kinfolk are OUTSIDE during the cold and snowy mess. I have long retired from the daily "chores", now leaving that to the other more able bodied folk here at Homeland Farm. Besides, BLOG I MUST! But, oh man, I have been terrible at this. Liam-pro snow shoveler Cliffy hauling poo, a cold winter job Brogan hauling sawdust, while I take pictures..(someone had to do it!) Ree Drummond, my personal blogging hero, does such a great job. She blogs every day, often many times. It certainly isn't that I don't have much to say, as I am well known to never shut up really..but it seems hard for me to make time to plant my bum in my computer chair long enough to get an update down for all in cyberspace to read. I like to blame it on my newly evolving dialysis schedule (see KIDNEY K