Wildenblue Farm in Upstate New York, United States
~Wildenblue Farm is the name of my small organic homestead. (I no longer have sheep & goats, only an assortment of chickens, ducks, geese & guinea hens.) I also grow organic herbs, flowers, fruits & vegetables and sell organic eggs on the honor-system from an old outhouse my dad built years ago. Wildenblue Farm is also the name which lends itself to our (my mom, daughter and I) primitive country creations. I have always had a place in my heart for the old days & old ways. I love antiquing & tag sales, crows, gardening, baking and learning about how things were done long ago. ~Laura of Wildenblue Farm
I expect to pass through this world but once; any good thing therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any fellow-creature, let me do it now; let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again. ~StephenGrellet 1773-1855
Excerpts from A Country Pathway
I come upon it suddenly, alone- A little pathway winding in the weeds That fringe the roadside; and with dreams my own, I wander as it leads.
Full wistfully along the slender way, Through summer tan of freckled shade and shine, I take the path that leads me as it may- Its every choice is mine
A chipmunk, or a sudden- whirring quail, Is startled by my step as on I fare- A garter-snake across the dusty trail Glances and- is not there.
Above the arching jimson-weeds flare twos And twos of sallow-yellow butterflies, Like blooms of lorn primroses blowing loose When autumn winds arise.
The trail dips- dwindles- broadens then, and lifts Itself astride a cross-road dubiously, And, from the fennel marge beyond it, drifts Still onward, beckoning me.
Why, I am as a long-lost boy that went At dusk to bring the cattle to the bars, And was not found again, though Heaven lent His mother all the stars.
And lo! through the mists that may not be dispelled, I see an old farm homestead, as in dreams, Where, like a gem in costly setting held, The old log cabin gleams.
Oh, darling Pathway! lead me bravely on Adown your valley-way, and run before Among the roses crowding up the lawn And thronging at the door,-
And carry up the echo there that shall Arouse the drowsy dog, that he may bay The household out to greet the prodigal That wanders home to-day.
*family & friends
*chocolate
*autumn, then winter
*books by Beth Powning
*old cobalt blue bottles
*poems by James Whitcomb Riley
*the gift of memories and rememberances
*LOTS of snow
*kayaking, hiking, snowshoeing
*tag sales & flea markets
*antique & primitive things
*did I mention chocolate?
*gardening
*poetry by Robert Louis Stevenson
Counting Crows
One crow sorrow
Two crows joy
Three crows a girl
Four crows a boy
Five crows silver
Six crows gold
Seven crows a secret
never to be told
Eight crows a wish
Nine crows a kiss
Ten crows a time
of joyous bliss
For you, dear friends...
Friends, I will
remember you
think of you and
pray for you,
And when another
day is through,
I'll still be friends
with you.
~John Denver
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Well, I've been away from my blog for quite a while! I'm sorry about that. Life has been so busy, with sudden unplanned events pushing out the planned ones. The biggest problem began about a week ago with the appearance of a very large red fox who began preying on the Guinea Hens that always fly over the fences and into harm's way. (They are not very bright birds.) I believe this is a mother fox who has been running ragged to keep her babies fed, and she soon discovered that a bunch of less-than-brilliant Guineas outside the barnyard make a quick meal. However, my patience wore thin when I spotted her inside the fenced pasture farther back nearest the woods. She had made her kill inside the fenceline, and I startled her as I drove round the back corner, and caught sight of her jumping easily back over the fence. Needless to say, my mother and I spent the next several days (and far too much money) installing 6-foot tall fencing around the whole perimeter of the fields that the poultry free-range in. The back part alone measured 600 feet. I have one final step in completeing this project, and that will be to install a two-foot tall runner of hex-wire all along the bottom of the fencing that is now in place. This will allow further protection from coyote or fox digging at the base. But I have to sell a lot of eggs before this can happen! I am down to 13 Guineas, so I will be keeping an eye out for a hidden clutch of eggs, and I will have mom pop them in the incubator should we find any.
In the meantime, the Strawberries are ripening daily, and I need to take the time to freeze several batches and to make some Strawberry Jam. We received some much-needed rain last night, and I really should be putting in the remainder of my garden instead of typing in my blog, as it is supposed to turn to thundershowers later this afternoon. I was out earlier this morning moving a section of a stone border with the tractor, as I had put up an 80-foot length of split-rail fence nearest the barn, and getting into the gate by the narrow pathway between stones and rails was cumbersome to say the least. So that's done, and I also transplanted some blue and white irises amongst the fence posts to finish it off. My oldest son and his girlfriend are getting married here in August... the 15th, I believe! So in between, I've been trying to prune and trim and pick up and do whatever needs doing! Mom came up yesterday and helped me cart stones into the garden to line the asparagus bed and to put around the rhubarb/onion section. My daughter and I are planning a small get-together of family and friends to celebrate her completion of 13 years of homeschooling. She's the last of the four children to homeschool, and I myself shall breathe a sigh of satisfaction that this part of our life is complete! But where one chapter closes, another opens... I am going to be a grandmother again in November, and then again about a week later! And I so want to finish the pine flooring in the rest of the house before the heat and humidity set in... sigh!
Ah, well! What gets done does and what doesn't won't! Now, I must be off before it starts raining again. Hope all is well with everyone as we scoot into summer. Blessings to you and yours. ~Laura of Wildenblue Farm