tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51826246674902862662024-03-05T10:12:29.677-08:00EMZ-Piney PostFarming, quilting, varietyAugustina Peachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02877972911614256133noreply@blogger.comBlogger468125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182624667490286266.post-46062418908890726002018-09-07T13:33:00.003-07:002020-10-06T08:11:22.778-07:00WearyToday I'm feeling weary; blog weary. It has reached the point where I don't seem to be able to come up with any subjects of interest to anyone. Oh, there are the faithful few who comment each time I post something and I'm thankful for them, but it really isn't worth my effort or the time it takes to prepare a post now. I know a lot of people have gone to Facebook, which I don't do, nor do I text, so perhaps that has taken its toll on blogging.<br />
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When I first started writing for the blog, it was to be about my quilting, but I never found many women who wanted to share words with me about this. I made a few dolls, doll clothing, and stories from my childhood to write about. I'm a FarmHer, and only one other person connected with me on work I do in the chicken houses and on the farm. <br />
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So, for now I'm going to be absent from my blog. I'll continue visiting your blogs.<br />
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Thank you, and may God bless each of you.</div>
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We started the hay season yesterday and continued today. I wondered, at age 70, if I could make it through that season, and here I am at 77, still in control of my senses and physically able to drive the tractor and rake the hay for the farmer. <br />
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You never know exactly what to expect when doing farm work. Take today for instance: I was raking the last of the hay when I noticed something on the right front tire. Assuming it to be a stick I decided it needed to be removed, so I put the tractor in neutral, set the park brake and got out to see what it was. Surprise of all surprises! This is what it was!<br />
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A deer shed! Deer antlers grow in the spring, mature in the summer, then are shed in the winter. They are rarely found in nature because they are eaten by rodents since they are rich in calcium and other nutrients. Anyway, a rodent didn't find this one, I did! I had sense enough not to pull it out of the tire and when the farmer caught up with me, he took a small saw from his tool box and cut it off, leaving a "plug" in the tire.<br />
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I watched the tire carefully all the way home to make sure it wasn't going flat. The farmer took it off and has taken it to town to have the tire repaired.<br />
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At the end of last summer, an eighty something row crop farmer told my farmer, "Well, I made it through another year!" We felt a little the same way, having completed the hay season. The last day we baled I was so tired that night I couldn't go to sleep for a while. The rains were just right last summer for the meadows to produce grass for more than one cutting. The farmer says we put up 1400 round bales of hay; that's a lot of grass and more than enough to feed the cattle for a year, but it's always good to have extra in case next summer is dry.</div>
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Of course row crop farmers can call an end to their harvesting "another year", but with chicken farmers it's "what goes around, comes around" with no noticeable beginning or ending to a new year. We have just finished the first flock of chickens for this year, having had to keep them for eight weeks, longer than any we have ever raised. The company wants a larger bird; I suppose consumers demand larger portions to eat. When we first started raising chickens they rarely weighed as much as four or five pounds in six weeks times; however the word obesity was rarely heard of either.</div>
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Because of my cataract surgery last spring, we didn't have much of a garden, but by late summer we planted peas and I froze enough for the winter. A lot of our fall and winter weekends would find us getting in firewood for the furnace. The farmer took the tractor and dump trailer to the edges of the fields and brought in logs which he sawed into usable lengths, then split them with an attachment on the front of the BobCat. I loaded the pieces onto the bed of the side by side and brought them to the house to stack.</div>
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In December, the farmer was sick; he thought he had the flu but it wasn't anything like I remember the flu being. He continued feeding the hay and helping in the chicken houses then spending the rest of the day in his recliner. Much of the Christmas joy was lost because we both felt bad for a while. On the 21st of December we had been married for 57 years.<br />
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The Christmas card from our older grandson and his wife announced that we would be great grandparents in July, and since their "reveal" party we know the baby will be a girl; our first.</div>
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The month of January was mostly very dry but we did get about two inches of snow and around 10 inches of rain fell in February. Although everyone thought we had a really cold winter, I didn't think it was too bad.<br />
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The quilts and tops were all made using scraps; however, not to worry, I didn't use near all of them.<br />
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And now spring is upon us; robins are scratching through the old leaves, buttercups are waving in the March winds, and the cattle are searching for every little sprig of green they can find. We'll start a new flock of chickens in two weeks and then only a short span of time until it'll be back to the hay meadows to start "through another year".<br />
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lil red henhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15494641068959278096noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182624667490286266.post-30559173625648017162017-01-17T09:36:00.000-08:002017-01-17T09:36:19.163-08:00Pictures and Cameras<br />
This week I have started a project of scanning old pictures from albums: the kind of albums with sticky pages and plastic coverings. Over the years, most of the coverings have come lose and many of the pictures have come unstuck, falling out when the albums are opened. I had also taken out a lot of the pictures to use when I wrote my book for the grandchildren. Mama had given me two of her albums and others to my sister. There are several pictures with no name(s), and while I remember some of them I want to record the ones I do know.<br />
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We didn't have a camera when I was little, so there are very few pictures from my early childhood. The pictures I have were mostly made by relatives who had come to visit my grandma, and some by the local photographer whose office was up a long flight of stairs in a building downtown on Main Street. <br />
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Working with these pictures made me think of my passion for cameras in years past. ( I wrote about the first camera I had in a post for August 17, 2011, The Camera.) My sister, Wanda, bought a real camera while she was in high school and my first real camera was given to me when I was in high school. We only used black and white film; colored pictures were just too expensive for us. <br />
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When the Farmer and I became seriously involved, we each chipped in $15.00 and ordered a 35mm camera from Sears, Roebuck, which was replaced several years later by a better 35mm, and we were able to make colored slides with it. We took lots and lots of black and white pictures of our little girls too (duplicates show up everywhere!), especially after the Farmer began developing his own film. He set up a darkroom in the bathroom and when the two oldest girls were teens, photography became a hobby for them. (My maternal grandfather had his darkroom set up in his cellar in the 20s and the pictures were printed on postcard sized paper.)<br />
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How things have changed in just the last few years! I now have a small digital camera but I can't take very good pictures with it because of hand tremors. It has advantages over those first cameras though. With those first black and white pictures, it might take weeks to complete the roll of film, then the roll had to be packaged up and mailed to be developed, and then returned, only to find some of the pictures were no good. New cameras give one the option to delete anything she doesn't like.<br />
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And now there's the cellphone technology: instant viewing and sharing, even videos. What can possibly be next?<br />
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lil red henhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15494641068959278096noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182624667490286266.post-19948134278248324262017-01-03T10:33:00.003-08:002017-01-03T10:33:59.338-08:00The Year 2016<br />
When the year 2016 began, I thought it would be interesting to keep a calendar record of the days we had chickens. I marked off each week with a colored marker and this was the result:<br />
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Overall it was a good year for us. However, with the growing demand for antibiotic-free products, we felt the results toward the end of the year. It means we lose more birds but the cost of the utilities remains the same and our work increases. </div>
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We had a very good year for hay, baling around 1100 round bales of good quality hay. There were at least 100 calves sent to market. I missed out on working the cattle this fall; the farmer had three men who came and helped so I lost the job of catching them in the head gate, having ear tags ready, and keeping records on which cow or calf got what. I like working the cattle; as I have mentioned before, it sends a flow of adrenalin through a person to get right in the middle of them and sort them into different pens.</div>
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2016 saw us reach the age of 75, still able to do the work with only an occasional Aleve, and a blood pressure pill for the farmer. Our oldest granddaughter got married in December and the youngest grandchild turned 18 in November. How fast they've grown up!</div>
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There was plenty of rain, except for one dry spell, to have a good vegetable garden. I froze lots of purple hull peas, okra, and greens. The dry spell came just as the corn was putting on ears so there was no corn this year. The peas, tomatoes, okra and greens continued to produce into October.</div>
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lil red henhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15494641068959278096noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182624667490286266.post-88326276216513195012016-07-16T14:53:00.004-07:002016-07-16T19:56:30.513-07:00Mystery SolvedIlene, aka therockwhisperer, identified the plant as an amaranth, the species being Love Lies Bleeding. She said she has been trying for years to get one started. And here I have cut the plants down! The weeds we have in the pastures are also from the amaranth family and they take over if left. They have sharp stickers and make millions of seeds; it's a terrible plant to have in a vegetable garden. Maybe this plant wouldn't have been so aggressive but I just couldn't take the chance. There are a lot of good pictures of its blooms on the internet and I'll admit, it's an interesting plant.<br />
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So thanks, Ilene, for sharing your knowledge. Wish you could have had these plants.<br />
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And, thanks for all who commented about the mystery plant. <br />
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After reading some latter comments, I wanted to add that the flower in my header photo is called a Spider Lily. They reseed every year, although I've never been able to get one started from purchased seeds. </div>
lil red henhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15494641068959278096noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182624667490286266.post-85884882357556211652016-04-28T12:14:00.002-07:002016-04-28T12:14:24.673-07:00Farm Update ~spring 2016Recently I heard a song,<i> Fall Away</i>, which made an impression on me. These are some of the words: "...when you're happy the years fall away, but when you're blue, days go by 'a draggin..." I must be terribly happy; this year is rapidly falling away!<br />
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Our winter was not so cold this year and we both made it through with not so much as a cold. I had dreaded my "new" job,<br />
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thinking I would have to stand out in the snow and ice when I waited at the gate while the farmer put out hay for the cows. But I had a heated side-by-side to sit in while I waited, and we had no snow anyway.<br />
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Now we're a month into spring; the early garden seeds have been planted, irises, foxglove, daisies, and columbine are in bloom; the third flock of chickens for the new year have been started. We've sent calves to market and vaccinated cows and small calves.<br />
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There was a rash of cattle rustling in our county during the winter, which made all the farmers around us watchful and uneasy. The farmer decided to use branding on the cattle as a means of identification. (I hate having to be a part of this.)<br />
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There are a lot of new baby calves.</div>
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I try to spend an hour or two in the afternoons to work on the quilting project, until I hear the farmer's footsteps coming down the hallway, and he asks me if I'd "like" to do this or that. lol I'm on the 9th row of twelve rows.<br />
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<br />lil red henhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15494641068959278096noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182624667490286266.post-75951043817577361922015-10-12T13:44:00.000-07:002015-10-12T13:45:50.133-07:00Mouse in the House<br />
As quick as the blink of an eye<br />
something seemed to fly by!<br />
Eek!!<br />
There's a mouse in the house!<br />
I must set a trap!<br />
And for sheer ease<br />
I'll bait it with cheese;<br />
but now I'm wondering,<br />
which will he like better,<br />
Velveeta or sharp cheddar?<br />
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So I put a small bit<br />
on the paddle's tip<br />
and set the spring in place.<br />
Mouse has waited all day<br />
to come out and play,<br />
and when the lights go out<br />
he runs round about,<br />
right past the trap by the wall.<br />
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He passed the cheese.<br />
He wants a treat;<br />
something gooey, soft and sweet.<br />
He didn't think I'd hear him<br />
as he wriggled and chewed inside the sack.<br />
But he didn't know I had quite a knack<br />
for listening for little mouse smacks.<br />
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I grabbed the sack by its top<br />
and he jumped and he jumped to no avail;<br />
he couldn't escape from this cat food bag jail.<br />
I'll take him to the barn where there are cats.<br />
No more mouse in the house, and that will be that!<br />
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Charlotte lil red henhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15494641068959278096noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182624667490286266.post-14045515040185053392015-08-25T13:21:00.000-07:002015-08-25T13:26:22.157-07:00Summer ~ 2015In spite of a slow start, due to so much rain, we've had a busy and productive summer, and it goes on.<br />
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This has been the view from the back window of my<strike> office </strike>tractor several days this summer. I've raked over 1000 bales of hay; we still have two fields left to cut but will wait until these big chickens are gone. There's always a worry to leave them on hot days when we go to the field, although we have a monitor that calls when the temperature rises, and a generator if the electricity goes off; we aren't too far away either.<br />
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All our hay is hauled, except 175 bales, and insured. I hate to "put all our eggs in one basket", as the saying goes, in case of fire. Should something happen to the hay, insurance money would help, IF we could find more to buy.<br />
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Two days were spent gathering in calves to send to market. I like to work with the cattle; get right in there with them, and let the adrenalin flow. <br />
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The garden was successful for the most part and I froze good things for next winter; now I will plant turnip green seeds and hope for one more thing to freeze. We're going to miss the fresh tomatoes.<br />
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Not every day was spent in the field so I have worked in the sewing room too. The flying geese quilt has been up for most of the summer, and the last border is now visible after working on it a few hours in the afternoons. My left hand has a tremor that shakes the whole frame some days, thread just <i>will not</i> go in the eye of the needle some days, leaving me to wonder how much longer will I be able to do a reasonably good job on my quilts. I don't need the quilts, but it brings me so much happiness to make them.<br />
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Isabelle needs new school clothes; I'll show you some of the ones I've made soon.<br />
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Summer sun is slower coming up over the tops of the pine trees now, and the chores must be finished not long after 8:00 p.m. Mornings feel cooler but give way to hot afternoons, so we know the fall season will be here soon.<br />
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Two weeks ago, our older grandson got married. This was the place they chose for the wedding,</div>
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The trail going down to the spot they had picked, was so steep that a man stretched a big heavy rope from tree to tree for us to cling to on the way down.</div>
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An extension of the bluff. I would have felt much more secure if I could have worn my lace-up shoes and jeans. The heights really bothered the farmer; he kept holding on to me. I guess he was afraid I'd fall on the rocks. Or, was he thinking, "If I fall off, I'm taking her with me!"<br />
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The dead limbs are signs that the old tree is under stress; most of the time, before I mow the yard, there are several sticks to pick up.</div>
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I wonder how long a mulberry tree can stand the test of time. Do you like mulberries or do you have a tree on your property?</div>
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[This was originally posted in 2012; watch for an update tomorrow]</div>
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lil red henhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15494641068959278096noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182624667490286266.post-68666944141184582832015-04-08T13:50:00.000-07:002015-04-08T13:50:19.332-07:00Current ProjectA blogging friend asked me to show the current project I have going. I found this pattern in the April, l999 (issue 37) American Patchwork & Quilting magazine. Since it's a paper pieced project and uses lots of tiny scraps, I jumped right in on it. That was a couple of years ago, and this winter and spring I picked it back up and plan to finish the piecing at least. The name, <i>Scrap Apple</i>, comes from the fact that it's the Pineapple block made from scraps.<br />
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The blocks are six inches, finished, and I have put a dime on the pattern to show how small the pieces are.</div>
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Easter Sunday came on my birthday this year and so the girls brought supper that evening. One daughter brought a bag of 50 gladiolus bulbs to give half of them to me. Ah-ha! A perfect chance to "pass off" the little doll head! While she was busy with something else, I offered to open the package, then let her count out the bulbs. When I opened the bag, I slipped the doll inside with the bulbs; he's almost the same color and size. She put her hand inside the bag, and said, "I think this one must be ..." (rotten) and lifted out Shelby. We all had a big laugh! Isn't laughter supposed to be the best medicine anyway?</div>
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came in the mail today. Sherri (www.littlecabincreations.blogspot.com) read my post about Isabelle and my intentions to sew for her. She left a comment that she had two new patterns she would like for me to have if I wanted them. Of course I said YES! The patterns have a good selection of styles to choose from and I'm thinking the first thing I will make is a pair of springtime pajamas. Now I need to put away the quilt block sewing and sew for Isabelle.<br />
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I think you would enjoy a visit to Sherri's blog; she makes sweet, sweet cloth dolls and beautiful clothes for them, all by hand I believe.<br />
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I want you to meet Isabelle, my American Girl doll ~</div>
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This is how she came to live with me: Our children and grandchildren were all here at Christmas for lunch. When we had finished eating, they put gifts on the table for the Farmer and me. One gift was a rather long box, and thinking it was for the both of us, I told him to open it, but the girls said, "No, this one is for you!" I took the first wrapping off, and there was another layer of Christmas paper; "So it's one of those gifts!" I thought. But under this layer was a box which I immediately recognized and I was so excited and exclaimed, "I know what it is! It's an American Girl doll!' They had pooled their money and bought her for me. I love these kids!</div>
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a big, colorful quilt top. The scrap pile seems no smaller ~ sigh ~ Most points matched up perfectly which made me happy. What do you think about using black in a quilt? I think it makes the colors pop! Now on to another project....<br />
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seems to be the perfect descriptive word for the month of February and the beginning of March. Can't even see the mountains (this is just a hill) and I think I've only seen the moon two times since the new moon. We've had a little snow, enough to make the ground a sloppy mess to trek through while doing the feeding. But, we've lived with it, knowing full well that it won't be long until we're wishing for rain and cool summer breezes. "Que sera, sera!"<br />
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The Farmer had asked for extra time out before getting chickens again, to give his leg time to recover. (By the way, it's o.k. now.) I think "they" gave us two or three extra days, just long enough to make me want to retire, so yesterday we filled the houses again. (You're saying, "Oh no! not another picture of chickens!")<br />
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There were twins this week; what a cold, cold time for babies. I don't see how people can raise cattle in the northern states where it is so much colder. We have them in the barn with their mother. (Terrible picture of them :(; too dark inside the barn)<br />
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This morning the Farmer sent off a load of hay that was purchased last summer but only now being picked up; sometimes we wonder if we should have kept it since this winter more hay has been needed. This load went up the mountain in all this fog.<br />
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So, there you have it: my life these days. There have been some quilting projects tucked into a few hours most days that I want to tell you about; a wonderful Christmas surprise gift and a fun tradition my girls and I have going; some crochet work ~ just give me a few days to catch up. Writing a blog post takes up so much time because I sit and wait and wait for the pictures to load. <br />
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<br />lil red henhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15494641068959278096noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182624667490286266.post-43918325194625507022015-01-22T13:26:00.000-08:002015-01-22T13:26:24.158-08:00Winter PastimeYou all know how much I love to work jigsaw puzzles. It's just a natural thing for me to do after the stress of December, the dreary sunless days, and long nights between supper and bedtime. The Farmer gave me two puzzles this year for Christmas gifts.<br />
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I worked the most difficult one first, 1000 pieces, QUILT MONTAGE. I don't have time from farm chores, etc. to sit and work full time, so it took me about a week and a half to finish this one. When I started it I wasn't sure it was workable, but by taking it one section at a time it was.<br />
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The second one, 500 pieces, FARM LIFE, was much easier to work because the pieces were larger, and well, not as "busy" as the first one. And, by the way, a window screen is a perfect thing to put the pieces together on; it holds everything in place and keeps pieces from falling onto the floor.<br />
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So now my desire to work a puzzle for the winter has been satisfied and I'll take up the crochet hook, needle and embroidery thread and make something to show for my time.<br />
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Mary, at www.visitswithmary.blogspot.com, posted a fantastic poem about puzzles today; check it out!<br />
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<br />lil red henhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15494641068959278096noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182624667490286266.post-72176666849432355072015-01-15T13:56:00.000-08:002015-01-15T13:56:13.349-08:00Flying Geese Quilt TopI believe this year is following in the footsteps of last year, for here it is the middle of January already! How can we slow it down? And how we wish for some days with sunshine after a month of dreary, damp weather. Do we never stop complaining about the weather?<br />
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I feel like I've made good use of my time so far; remember the flying geese blocks I was piecing, hoping to use up some scraps? The top is finished ~<br />
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and as soon as I feel like working with a big lining fabric I'll put it on the frames to quilt, <i>after</i> I've checked to make sure all the papers are removed; sure don't want any surprises when I'm quilting! It turned out to be a BIG top. During really cold days my sewing room is too cool to work in comfortably, so I have other projects to work on (another post :) Remember those triangles left over from these blocks that I just couldn't throw away? Here they are, paired up with white triangles, trimmed to size and boxed up, waiting for another time.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">and a Happy New Year to my blogging friends! Thank you so much for the kind words you have left in your comments.</span> The past three years I have chosen projects to make each month: doll quilts, aprons, and hope chest additions. This year I don't plan to work on specific projects since it puts a lot of pressure on me to finish each month and sometimes it's almost impossible to meet a dead line. <br />
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The final hope chest addition is a Christmas apron made like a vintage apron I have had for a long time. The pattern was cut from brown paper, wrinkled and smudged. I made a few changes to the shape of the skirt; rather than having points this one is straight across the bottom and I left off the holly leaves.</div>
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After tracing the drawing for the face with a hot transfer pencil, I ironed it onto white fabric, embroidered the features, then appliqued it with a blanket stitch to the skirt of the apron. I made my apron from green fabric, thinking the read hat would be more visible.<br />
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This is the vintage apron. Overall, I wasn't too pleased with my green apron. First, the face seems too large for the skirt. Second, I wish I had used a pattern for a full apron with no gathered skirt. But, it does have a little holiday cheer to it; they can't all be winners! (No pockets in this one either, Ernestine :)</div>
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came to a halt whenever all the black fabric had been used. I have 190 blocks pieced and will need several more. So I ordered more black fabric and while waiting for it, I drafted a pattern for a 6" x 9" Flying Geese unit, printed the pattern onto paper, pulled out the scraps again, and began paper piecing these:<br />
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I try to piece five units each day; there are 75 finished ones. One usually thinks there is a lot of waste when paper piecing because she cuts the pieces a little over sized, but not this time:<br />
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As I trim a unit I flick the trimmings off onto the floor rather than take the time to hit the waste basket; I have a broom and dust pan in the sewing room and sweep up the mess as I finish for the day. This is the layout for the finished blocks, minus a connecting strip between rows:<br />
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Did this make a dent in the scraps? Hardly! And look what's left when the units are trimmed; a large stack of pretty triangles!</div>
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Sew these to white triangles, trim to 2 1/2 inch squares, and you have the makings for another quilt!<br />
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Why not throw them away, you ask? All I can say is, when you're raised by parents who lived through the depression and made-do with what they had, and every penny was pinched until it screamed, that frugal characteristic lives on.<br />
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With all that's going on in the news these days, I thought this was just the thing to start your day with a chuckle: </div>
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This was taken from The BACK FORTY Calendar, 2015, by Lex Graham, and distributed by a local propane company.</div>
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Charlotte </div>
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<br />lil red henhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15494641068959278096noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182624667490286266.post-17635394698416492552014-11-19T12:52:00.000-08:002014-11-19T12:52:22.612-08:00Using a New Quilt <div style="text-align: justify;">
Yesterday morning the temperature was 15* ~ brr-rr! Time to put the best flannel sheets on the bed for sure. I'd been putting a throw and an afghan over my light weight quilt at night and then each morning they had to be folded and put away. I needed another quilt. My new quilts had just been in the cupboard for years; why not use one of them? After all, shouldn't I enjoy the work of my hands instead of keeping them for someone else? But there's this old saying, <i>when you sleep under a new quilt, what you dream will come true.</i> Oh boy! I've been having some disturbing dreams, not dreams that frighten me, just ones that leave a feeling of uncertainty or dread. A lot of them include my late mother and daddy; usually I'm visiting them in a health center or something where I have to go through all these crowded, dirty little rooms before I find them. I hate that! But I decided to take a chance, and this is the quilt I put on my bed:</div>
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It is actually made of two different blocks: some kind of star block, and the court house steps block, and quilted in a clam shell design. Most of the fabrics are homespun plaids. I've always pictured this quilt in a log cabin.</div>
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Well, today I'm happy to say, I slept warm and cozy and had nary a bad dream! So I guess I'm in the clear!</div>
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<br />lil red henhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15494641068959278096noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5182624667490286266.post-87704247340305571732014-11-11T12:07:00.002-08:002014-11-11T12:07:50.973-08:00The Flat Stanley ProjectAre you familiar with Flat Stanley? I wasn't until my daughter, a fourth grade language arts teacher, told me about the Flat Stanley project her class would be doing this month. I thought it was just a local thing; after a Google search I was amazed! Wikipedia gives a good explanation:<br />
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<u>Flat Stanley is a 1964 children's book written by Jeff Brown, featuring Stanley Lambchop. Stanley is given a big bulletin board which is hung over his bed. During the night the board falls off the wall and flattens Stanley. Having survived, he can now slide under locked doors, be used as a kite, and be mailed in an envelope to his friends. The Flat Stanley Project, started in 1995 by Dale Hubert, is a way to teach letter-writing to students by documenting where Flat Stanley has gone with them.</u><br />
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Each student made a Flat Stanley and the assignment was to mail him to someone, who would spend a day or two with him, and document his experiences with photos and writing. Now this just grabbed my attention immediately!! I've always loved to pretend, so when Andrea (teacher/daughter) told me about the project I hoped some student would send Stanley to me. A few days later, she brought her rendition of Flat Stanley to me<br />
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and I was off on adventures with him. This is Stanley's adventure with me, written from his point of view:<b> </b></div>
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<b>Flat Stanley Visits a Farm</b></div>
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<b>I visited a farm this week. The farmer was a woman who worked with chickens, cows and kittens. Work on the farm started early in the morning. The first chore was work in the chicken houses, where we made sure the chickens had feed, water, and fresh air.</b></div>
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<b>Next, the woman took me to feed the kittens. They live in the barn where they eat and sleep between the big round bales of hay. They are safe and warm here.</b></div>
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<b>The woman raked some leaves and let me play in them before lunchtime.</b></div>
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<b>While we waited until time to do the afternoon chores, the woman let me stand right in the very middle of the quilt blocks she was sewing!</b></div>
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<b>Late in the afternoon it was time to feed the cows. The farmer let me ride at the front of the tractor so I could watch the hungry cows as they came to eat.</b></div>
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<b>I dreamed during the night of the farm and how much fun I had helping with the chores. And, best of all, the farm woman said I could come back any time I wanted to!</b></div>
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Of course I know Flat Stanley's time spent with me pales in comparison with being photographed with the president or traveling with a solider on a war field. If you're interested enough to read more, Google "Flat Stanley". The students won't be graded on this assignment; chances are that some who are sent the letter will not respond which isn't the child's fault. I thought it was fun; almost like playing paper dolls again!</div>
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A Halloween pepper from the garden! Isn't he perfectly suited for this day!<br />
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A frost is supposed to happen tonight, so yesterday I gathered what I could from the garden: okra, green sweet peppers, peas and green tomatoes. I'll pick the ripe tomatoes today. The green tomatoes were wrapped in tissue paper and put in a cool place to ripen; hopefully they will be ready for Thanksgiving or maybe even Christmas. The ripe tomatoes will be put in the crisper and some will be given away. It was a wonderful year for our small garden and this momma squirrel put a lot of the crop into the freezer.<br />
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An update on the baby calf: she died last night. Her wounds were just too deep. The Farmer has gone to bury her this morning. I will miss her feeding times, and the nuzzling at my hands and shirt tail. So, I did a final washing of the bottle and put it away and put the rest of her powdered milk replacement in the freezer, ready for the next little calf in need.<br />
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Of course that is the emotional side; there's also a financial side. Cattle prices are at an all time high now; the Farmer estimates a calf her size would probably bring $500-$600 dollars at market. Then there is the cost of $26.95 per ten pound bag of formula and I've lost count of the number of bags I've fed. My time of feeding her three times a day at the beginning and then twice daily for two-three months was free. <br />
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The dogs are still free to roam. The Farmer doesn't like to confront someone over such an issue; besides, as the old saying goes, "you can't get blood from a turnip". I don't want to see it happen again! Sometimes one just wants to use the words of the Lord: "Vengeance is mine; I will repay." I don't think it's over yet... <br />
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Charlotte</div>
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