Farm Pictures for the Last day of January 2015
Getting the garden ready: Crocus hoping for an early spring: First groups of baby bunnies out in deep bedded pens for 2015: Until later …
Month: January 2015
Gardens and vegetables — oh my!
Yesterday I was super lady farmer and cleaned out four rabbit tractors and hauled the wonderful fertility-boosting matter out to where we are going to plant row crops. It was hard work and I slept well last night. Both Wally and I are aching
I need to find magic …
I find it very difficult to fit in with the norm. I’ve thought a great deal about this journal, the comments that are made that I delete, Facebook which is now gone and no one has missed it yet because Facebook fills
Marooned!
I am marooned at home again today. Yoda (my truck) had to go into the shop with the dreaded check engine light on. We dropped him off Wednesday afternoon. Spoke to the mechanic yesterday afternoon: it is a cracked exhaust manifold plus
da writing muscles!
I have been writing daily now for much of the month of January. Much of it is belly aching crap … go ahead – agree with me! It’s okay. I recognize it. I am a high strung, sensitive, vocal individual and most
The Industrialization of our Food System
I showed this video in class yesterday. I expect most of my fellow students could care less about the fact that the industrialization of our food system has all but stripped any nutritional value and taste from the food we eat. Wheat is
Learning to See
Dorothea Lange (May 26, 1895 – October 11, 1965), a documentary photographer best known for her Depression-era work for the Farm Security Administration wrote, a camera is a tool for learning how to see. She also wrote, a portrait is a lesson on how
The cool things you find in the woods …
The cool things you find in the woods: I made the executive decision to just get a few images in the driveway leading into a farm. It’s too cold to be outside for any length of time. At least the sun is
Progress
As soon as I got out of school this afternoon, I drove to Lawndale to see if a woman I used to know from my dairy goat days was still around. She would have made an excellent subject. Unfortunately, she moved to
Living the Agrarian Life
I did not realize how much our lives had slowed down until after we moved to our new farm. Wally and I spend as much time here as we possibly can. We take our trips out to get the things we need,