I've learned that you never know what you're going to see when you go for a walk around "The Creek".
Blessings from "The Creek" y'all!
Friday, September 12, 2008
Turkey and deer and coyotes . . . OH MY!
My wonderful hubby and I took a walk down one of the many logging/mining roads in our area the other day. It was nice spending some quite time together, away from the painting and priming and sanding and . . . . well you get the picture. I thought I'd share some pictures of things we saw along the way.
I've learned that you never know what you're going to see when you go for a walk around "The Creek".
Blessings from "The Creek" y'all!
I've learned that you never know what you're going to see when you go for a walk around "The Creek".
Blessings from "The Creek" y'all!
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
The Breakfast Club
I was thinking this morning about how much not only my life, but my lifestyle has changed over the past few months. Simple things, but they've had such a huge impact on me.
For instance, having breakfast with "the girls" used to mean taking time to do my hair and makeup, picking out just the right outfit and shoes and driving to the restaurant where we'd have our meal and sit and talk about all the things going on in our lives. Having breakfast with "the girls" now consists of throwing on a pair of jeans and an old tee-shirt, pulling on my wellies, grabbing a pocket full of apples from the tree in the back yard and walking the short distance to the barn and pasture. Parsley and Lullabelle prefer to have their breakfast served inside the barn at their own private table - they don't much like to socialize while they eat. Lilly doesn't much care where she eats as long as she gets to eat, so she usually hangs out with Emma and Jenny. I usually share the apples with Emma and Jenny first while Lilly is munching down on her "cereal.” Jenny prefers whole apples. Emma's mouth just isn't quite big enough to eat a whole apple, so I share mine with her. OK, before you get all grossed out and say "eeeeeew!", we don't actually take bites from the same apple, I do the biting and give her little pieces. After we've finished our apples, Jenny and Emma head off to share the "cereal" with Lilly and I head back up to the house to finish breakfast with my hubby. Do I miss "breakfast with the girls" as it used to be? Sure I do! What I miss most is sitting around the table talking after we've finished eating. Neither the animals or my hubby are very talkative first thing in the morning. Would I give up "breakfast with the girls" as it is now? NOT ON YOUR LIFE!
Having fresh flowers in the house used to be a luxury - saved for special occasions or sometimes when they were on sale at the grocery store. I'd bring them home and carefully arrange them in my favorite vase and be a little sad when they died and I had to throw them away. Fresh flowers now are nearly an everyday occasion! I can walk to the creek or stroll along the fence line in the pasture and pick as many beautiful red, purple, yellow and white wildflowers as I can fit in my hand. When I bring them into the house, I don't place them in a beautiful vase. That would be an insult to the flowers. They would rather take center stage resting in an old Mason jar or a milk bottle I picked up at a flea market a while ago. You know what? I much prefer the hand-picked wildflowers to the florist shop or supermarket bouquets! I'm not sure when God created all of the beautiful varieties of flowers that he meant for them to be used for profit. I believe he created them to be enjoyed by anyone at any time - free of charge. Why else would he place them in out of the way places like along a pasture fence, bordering a creek or scattered among the trees on a mountain path?!
Blessings from The Creek y'all!
For instance, having breakfast with "the girls" used to mean taking time to do my hair and makeup, picking out just the right outfit and shoes and driving to the restaurant where we'd have our meal and sit and talk about all the things going on in our lives. Having breakfast with "the girls" now consists of throwing on a pair of jeans and an old tee-shirt, pulling on my wellies, grabbing a pocket full of apples from the tree in the back yard and walking the short distance to the barn and pasture. Parsley and Lullabelle prefer to have their breakfast served inside the barn at their own private table - they don't much like to socialize while they eat. Lilly doesn't much care where she eats as long as she gets to eat, so she usually hangs out with Emma and Jenny. I usually share the apples with Emma and Jenny first while Lilly is munching down on her "cereal.” Jenny prefers whole apples. Emma's mouth just isn't quite big enough to eat a whole apple, so I share mine with her. OK, before you get all grossed out and say "eeeeeew!", we don't actually take bites from the same apple, I do the biting and give her little pieces. After we've finished our apples, Jenny and Emma head off to share the "cereal" with Lilly and I head back up to the house to finish breakfast with my hubby. Do I miss "breakfast with the girls" as it used to be? Sure I do! What I miss most is sitting around the table talking after we've finished eating. Neither the animals or my hubby are very talkative first thing in the morning. Would I give up "breakfast with the girls" as it is now? NOT ON YOUR LIFE!
Having fresh flowers in the house used to be a luxury - saved for special occasions or sometimes when they were on sale at the grocery store. I'd bring them home and carefully arrange them in my favorite vase and be a little sad when they died and I had to throw them away. Fresh flowers now are nearly an everyday occasion! I can walk to the creek or stroll along the fence line in the pasture and pick as many beautiful red, purple, yellow and white wildflowers as I can fit in my hand. When I bring them into the house, I don't place them in a beautiful vase. That would be an insult to the flowers. They would rather take center stage resting in an old Mason jar or a milk bottle I picked up at a flea market a while ago. You know what? I much prefer the hand-picked wildflowers to the florist shop or supermarket bouquets! I'm not sure when God created all of the beautiful varieties of flowers that he meant for them to be used for profit. I believe he created them to be enjoyed by anyone at any time - free of charge. Why else would he place them in out of the way places like along a pasture fence, bordering a creek or scattered among the trees on a mountain path?!
Blessings from The Creek y'all!
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
FAREWELL
I mentioned on my last post that we said goodbye to an old friend yesterday. It wasn't a sad goodbye or a tragic goodbye. It was a fond farewell. A sendoff to a new home, to a better life. OK. So maybe I'm being just a tad melodramatic. The old friend I'm talking about is a bus.
When we purchased our property here on the creek, it came complete with several outbuildings, and The Bus. The Bus evidently started out life as a Whitley County school bus and upon retiring from academia, worked part time as a church bus. Somewhere along the line he was put out to pasture. Literally. Out in the pasture behind the house. Over the years he was stripped of his seats and his engine and his dignity and was evidently used as yet another storage shed. I can't imagine the embarrassment that this once proud servant of the academic world must have felt to be forced to live out his golden years in a cow pasture, filled with junk. The ridicule he must have endured as the shiny, new school buses passed by each day as well as the semi-retired church buses that travel our road on a regular basis. The on bright spot in his life in the pasture was the bush of wild honeysuckle that had grown up through what used to be his engine. It was beautiful to behold and had a beautiful, sweet fragrance. The honeysuckle actually acted as camouflage and after a while it hid the fact that The Bus had no engine.
Hubby and I had discussed on several occasions what we should do with The Bus. We toyed with the idea of turning it into a novel guest suite. Unfortunately, with everything else we have going on around here, The Bus just wasn't one of our top priorities.
Well Tuesday, when Hubby was off picking up our new menagerie and I was up on the ladder painting, a gentleman came to the door and introduced himself as "Centers, Junior Centers, C-e-n-t-e-r-s". He was just wonderin' if we might be interested in selling that old but out there. I thought about it for about a micro-second and said in my calmest voice, "yes sir, I believe we would!". We agreed on a price for the bus as well as an old lawn tractor and some scrap metal we had laying around waiting for a chance to take it to the scrap yard. Centers, Junior Centers told me he'd be back in a few days, after the rain stopped from "that thar hurrycane".
Yesterday, Mr. Centers, Junior Centers, and two friends came by armed with tools and a tow truck that was nearly as old as The Bus. It took help from Hubby and his trusty tractor and about two hours worth of pushing and pulling and banging and turning by the other three men before The Bus finally moved from his spot in the pasture and for the first time in who knows how many years rolled proudly down the road with his head held high (OK, so it was held up by the hook on the tow truck) on his own new adventure. So, farewell old friend. You have left a void in our pasture and your leaving has opened up a wonderful new view of the mountain.
Blessings from the creek y'all!
P.S. Blogger is not allowing me to post any pictures tonight. I'll try again tomorrow and will add pictures of The Bus and his journey if I can.
When we purchased our property here on the creek, it came complete with several outbuildings, and The Bus. The Bus evidently started out life as a Whitley County school bus and upon retiring from academia, worked part time as a church bus. Somewhere along the line he was put out to pasture. Literally. Out in the pasture behind the house. Over the years he was stripped of his seats and his engine and his dignity and was evidently used as yet another storage shed. I can't imagine the embarrassment that this once proud servant of the academic world must have felt to be forced to live out his golden years in a cow pasture, filled with junk. The ridicule he must have endured as the shiny, new school buses passed by each day as well as the semi-retired church buses that travel our road on a regular basis. The on bright spot in his life in the pasture was the bush of wild honeysuckle that had grown up through what used to be his engine. It was beautiful to behold and had a beautiful, sweet fragrance. The honeysuckle actually acted as camouflage and after a while it hid the fact that The Bus had no engine.
Hubby and I had discussed on several occasions what we should do with The Bus. We toyed with the idea of turning it into a novel guest suite. Unfortunately, with everything else we have going on around here, The Bus just wasn't one of our top priorities.
Well Tuesday, when Hubby was off picking up our new menagerie and I was up on the ladder painting, a gentleman came to the door and introduced himself as "Centers, Junior Centers, C-e-n-t-e-r-s". He was just wonderin' if we might be interested in selling that old but out there. I thought about it for about a micro-second and said in my calmest voice, "yes sir, I believe we would!". We agreed on a price for the bus as well as an old lawn tractor and some scrap metal we had laying around waiting for a chance to take it to the scrap yard. Centers, Junior Centers told me he'd be back in a few days, after the rain stopped from "that thar hurrycane".
Yesterday, Mr. Centers, Junior Centers, and two friends came by armed with tools and a tow truck that was nearly as old as The Bus. It took help from Hubby and his trusty tractor and about two hours worth of pushing and pulling and banging and turning by the other three men before The Bus finally moved from his spot in the pasture and for the first time in who knows how many years rolled proudly down the road with his head held high (OK, so it was held up by the hook on the tow truck) on his own new adventure. So, farewell old friend. You have left a void in our pasture and your leaving has opened up a wonderful new view of the mountain.
Blessings from the creek y'all!
P.S. Blogger is not allowing me to post any pictures tonight. I'll try again tomorrow and will add pictures of The Bus and his journey if I can.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
ANd oN THis fARm hE HAd SOmE . . . .
Yesterday, while I was priming the kitchen (I think our kitchen grew because I swear it was at least twice as big as I remember)my wonderful husband and our friends Ken and Dewey climbed into the truck and headed for London. NOT London, England! London, Kentucky. Home of Patton's Livestock Market.
They were just going to look, of course. Get set up with an auction account so when we're ready for a couple of cows for the pasture, we'll be all set to go. I should have been suspicious when they had the trailer hooked up to the back of the truck, but Hubby reassured me that since they were going to be close to Lowes, they'd stop on the way back and pick up the range we ordered. THAT'S why they needed the trailer. Well now, at about 5:00, they came rolling into the driveway and drove straight back to the barn. "Why?", asked they woman of the house as she was standing on the ladder priming the ceiling, "are they going to the barn? The range is coming into the house!" A few minutes later Hubby came to the kitchen door and asked if I'd come out to the barn for a minute. Oooooh Kaaaaay! So I put on my rain jacket (it was pouring at the time) and followed him to the barn, where I found Dewey and Ken, leaning on the stall gates just a smilin'! Seems that they decided to stay for some of the auction - just to get a feel of things, mind you - and one of the first things that came up for sale was . . . you'll have to see it to believe it . . .
Meet Ginny (the mom) and Emma (the baby). And then, while they were there . . .
they might as well bring home baby Lilly and then of course came a deal NOBODY in their right mind would have passed up . . . 
LulaBelle and Parsley,
the Hereford Sisters.
Needless to say, the range is still at Lowes, and we've been having a ball today watching everyone get used to their new surroundings. In the midst of everything else going on around The Creek today, we took time out to say goodbye to an old friend. But that's a whole post in itself, so you'll have to wait until next time.
Blessings from The Creek y'all!
They were just going to look, of course. Get set up with an auction account so when we're ready for a couple of cows for the pasture, we'll be all set to go. I should have been suspicious when they had the trailer hooked up to the back of the truck, but Hubby reassured me that since they were going to be close to Lowes, they'd stop on the way back and pick up the range we ordered. THAT'S why they needed the trailer. Well now, at about 5:00, they came rolling into the driveway and drove straight back to the barn. "Why?", asked they woman of the house as she was standing on the ladder priming the ceiling, "are they going to the barn? The range is coming into the house!" A few minutes later Hubby came to the kitchen door and asked if I'd come out to the barn for a minute. Oooooh Kaaaaay! So I put on my rain jacket (it was pouring at the time) and followed him to the barn, where I found Dewey and Ken, leaning on the stall gates just a smilin'! Seems that they decided to stay for some of the auction - just to get a feel of things, mind you - and one of the first things that came up for sale was . . . you'll have to see it to believe it . . . 
Meet Ginny (the mom) and Emma (the baby). And then, while they were there . . .
they might as well bring home baby Lilly and then of course came a deal NOBODY in their right mind would have passed up . . . 
LulaBelle and Parsley,
the Hereford Sisters. Needless to say, the range is still at Lowes, and we've been having a ball today watching everyone get used to their new surroundings. In the midst of everything else going on around The Creek today, we took time out to say goodbye to an old friend. But that's a whole post in itself, so you'll have to wait until next time.
Blessings from The Creek y'all!
Monday, August 25, 2008
Just a little bit more . . .
We're down to finishing up a little tweaking and touching up! Accessorising will have to wait a while until I can find the right boxes.
It's raining here at the creek today - the first rain we've had in several weeks. Such a wonderful, relaxing sound! The birds are happy! The crickets are happy! The dogs are happily napping and I'm using the extra humidity as my excuse not to start priming and painting the kitchen today. So I'm doing laundry and catching up on some reading and listening to the rain. I've promised myself that tomorrow, bright and early, no excuses, I will paint!
Blessings from The Creek y'all!
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