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RECIPES:
- ~Apple Pizza
- ~Autumn Harvest Soup
- ~Banana Bread
- ~Bee Balm Syrup
- ~Blueberry Muffins
- ~Butternut Squash Soup with Apples and Greens
- ~Carmalized Balsamic Dressing
- ~Chocolate Chip Cookies
- ~Chocolate Hazelnut Biscotti
- ~Coffee Chocolate Cake
- ~Cream of Broccoli Soup
- ~Cream of Mushroom Soup
- ~Dill Pickles
- ~Double Chocolate Cookies & Chocolate Truffles
- ~Dutch Apple Pie
- ~Frozen Banana Bonbons
- ~Garlic Fry Bread
- ~Gluten Free Banana Bread
- ~Gluten Free Buttermilk Pancakes
- ~Gluten Free Chocolate Chip Cookies
- ~Homemade Peanut Butter Cups
- ~Hot Relish
- ~Kombucha recipe
- ~Lemon Drop Cookies with Cream Cheese Frosting
- ~Lip Balm
- ~Lip Balm 2
- ~Maple Cream
- ~Meatless Loaf
- ~Meatloaf
- ~Meringue Cookies
- ~Mint Tea
- ~Mozzerella Tomato Salad
- ~Pecan & Red Onion Bread
- ~Pumpkin Gingerbread
- ~Pumpkin Roll Cake & Pumpkin Fruit Cake
- ~Pumpkin Spice Pancakes
- ~Raspberry White Chocolate Drop Scones
- ~Rhubarb Butter Crunch
- ~Rhubarb Pie
- ~Rhubarb Salsa
- ~Roasted Vegetables
- ~Simple Soup
- ~Three Kinds of Truffles, Candied Orange Peel & Homemade Toffee
- ~Tomato Corn Chowder
- ~Vanilla Extract recipe
- ~Water Kefir Recipe
- ~Wintermint Sugar Scrub
- ~Zucchini Lasagna
- *A Primitive Place magazine
- *A Simple Life magazine
- *Carl Giordano, Tinsmith
- *Cumberland General Store
- *James Townsend; Early Goods
- *Lee Valley Tools
- *Lehmann's Amish Goods
- *Mary Jane's Farm magazine
- *Mercantile Gatherings magazine
- *River Junction Trade Co; 19th Century Mercantile
- *Tasha Tudor and Family; Take Joy
About Me
- Laura of
- 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.
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
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
remember you
think of you and
pray for you,
And when another
day is through,
I'll still be friends
with you.
~John Denver
WOW, that's a lot of deer...
ReplyDeleteThey finally came out of their hidden abode in the woods and ventured out while there was a break in the frigid temperatures. The deep snows and cold weather have kept them from moving about; they are very hungry
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