The water on our farm is contaminated. It has been for about a year. Don’t worry; the DEP is all over it. (ummm…. Department of Environmental Protection) Now if you want to know more knitty-gritty details about the what/why/how of the contamination you’ll have to message me, because I’m not all about the details.

      ANYWAY they (the DEP) drilled a well in our field to test the water every so often. The other week they came to my front door and needed to find their way to the well to take a sample. I told them how to get through the fenced area in the field, we chatted a bit. I was all jokey and talkative and then told them that in the future, they can just go directly to the well, they don’t need to come to the house and tell me that they’re here. 

      As they were leaving I was thinking to myself “I’m so getting into this farm thing. I am such a knowledgeable and experienced farm wife.”  It just felt so good not to have to call Gene and ask him “Now where is that well the DEP drilled?” 

      Fast-forward to today when Gene calls me with panic in his voice “Someone called me that the DEP is in the field. That’s the field where the mad bull is.”

      Oh duh. I knew that. That bull is like dangerously mad. I called him The Killer. So as I’m imagining mangled bodies hanging over the fence, blood soaking into the ground, and headlines screaming Four Killed Due to Farm Wife Negligence, I rush out to tell these people that their lives are hanging in the balance. And GET OUT OF THIS FIELD RIGHT NOW.

      Someday when I get it right, I’ll be sure to tell you all about it.

So today I’m cleaning up my compute (deleting files, add ware, viruses etc) and I found this all typed up, ready to post on xanga, but I had forgotten to do so. It all happened about six months ago. I popped it in here; because I didn’t post this week anyway. 

We sold the bull soon after, due to his penchant for attacking people.
Have a good weekend, you all!

Because my day opened up wide

    Originally today was going to be “Sister’s Day”.  For those of you who don’t know what “Sister’s Day” is, it’s when the sisters and sister-in-laws of the family get together and talk and eat.  In Ohio we didn’t call them Sister’s Day because we called them “Coffee Parties”. (And later it shortened to “Coffee”, as in “Elsie is having a Coffee”).

  That bunny trail was just to inform you that “Sister’s Day” was cancelled.  Why? One of the sisters decided to have a baby instead.  The nerve.

  So first of all I was dashing around like poparazzi trying to get a few.  It didn’t work well so we went outside to play.  Here are pictures of our morning.  Hot off the presses, just hours ago.



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“I’m just chillin.  The only thing that could make this better is a cookie.  Or no, a bottle. No, make that a bottle and a cookie.”



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I picked pink to remind everybody of the geraniums, the poppies, the daisies, golden rods, the crysanthamum, the monocotyledon that soon will be springing up everywhere.  And it matches Elena’s crocks that she is so proud of.



Here is the granddaddy of wheelbarrows.  It even gets flat tires, since it thinks it’s a truck or something.

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And while my kids are swinging their hearts out, I clean up the winter debris.  See, in the winter time, I do farm-wife things like darn all our stockings, crochet several blankets, repaint the plow for spring plowing, and change all the oil on our pick-ups.  Since I’m so busy with repairs and maintenance the lawn gets neglected.   Just kidding, shoot, now I have to tell what I really do.  Well if I tell you what I really do then there would be no secrets in my life would there?



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AND this is the newest addition to our farm.  We  set it out in our driveway so the feed truck drivers, the chicken salesman,  Gene’s workers, friends and foe don’t run over our kids.  It’s so nice to have a sign we can rely on in these perilous times.


Duty calls, I need to run.  Have a fun rest of the day.