Farm, Food, Photography and Stories
My view from the milk stool this morning is on seasonality. I think many Americans have lost whatever connection they may have had to seasonality. The constant availability of produce and whatever cuts of meat we may want has resulted in a
My view from the milk stool this morning is about writing. I honestly don’t know how my skill for writing came about. When I had the option through a Federal program to go to school to get an Associate’s Degree for free,
I’m not a dog person – really I’m not. I think it’s because in order to be a “dog person” you need to be able to have a relationship with another being which is, I guess, something I’ve had trouble with. I’m
My view from the milk stool is long delayed. This has been a very emotional week. I thought I’d get a break from it this morning, but alas, no. I’ve been thinking nonstop about a lot of things – Border Collies, training
My view from the milk stool this morning is going to be short and before I even get out to milk. My mind is amuck with stuff. The newspaper has been a bit tough because of the polarized COVID-business. There has been
My view from the milk stool is on the things my goats taught mePatience – you can’t pressure goats to do anything they don’t want to do when they want to do it. They taught me to be smarter than the goat
My view from the milk parlor is on closing doors. Can you see I’m obsessed with doors? If only I could remember to close them. I went over to the rabbit area early to take a rabbit doe out of a tractor
My view from the milk stool this morning is on getting up before the flies. You’ve heard the term getting up before the rooster crows? We don’t have roosters, but I’ve discovered that if I’m in the milk room early and milk
My view from the milk stool this morning is to share an experience. I had to milk early this morning and I only have a few minutes because I have to go and get first day of school pictures. It was still
My view from the milk stool is on one of the courses that I’ll be taking this semester. It’s called “Reading the Fantastic.” We were given three short stories to read (before the class even officially starts – welcome to grad school)