tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796271250650700352024-03-13T23:13:36.161-07:00Wild at Heart FarmgirlUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679627125065070035.post-29278553759255127402013-04-01T20:07:00.002-07:002013-04-02T06:06:13.375-07:00Country Girl's Prayer...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #f6b26b;">Overwhelmingly and abundantly blessed</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">.</span></span>... I repeat these words with an attitude of gratefulness every morning as I walk through our place attempting to make sense of "the everywhere I look something needs my attention and right now" struggle and try to prioritize. I remind myself that these are all things I hoped, dreamed and prayed for and can't imagine life without. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But... all this abundance doesn't take care of itself. Nor is it without disappointment... nor my mistakes. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Yesterday morning at daybreak I doctored one of my hens and went to Easter service hiding "Blue Coat" stains on my finger tips. Believe it or not, never in over 30 years have I ever had an outbreak of poultry mites. It was a huge lesson... broke my heart to think I let it happen.... and an incredible amount of work coming at a time when we were already exhausted and overworked. And family was coming for dinner.</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #f6b26b;">The Lord just opened up his hands and said here you go</span>....</span></i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I remember an evening four years ago when a neighbor called and told me to make a place for my bees... they would be arriving at daylight. It was a surprise to me... but I took it as His gift.... because He knew what was in my heart. I got my beloved bees knowing nothing about them.... but learned very quickly and they have been such a joy and quickly multiplied. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">One of the six colonies seemed unusually quiet this spring and I had come to terms with the "worst". Last week when I finally had "the time" to open it up my heart cried in anguish. They were gone... but not without leaving me their huge... incredibly awesome special gift that they had worked so hard to give me... an entire super full of thick frames of solid honey.... but because of my lack of judgment it had spent the last several months without bees to keep it from fermenting. An entire super of beautiful </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">molded and fermented honey... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #f6b26b;">but ... after my hearts's desire whispered in His ear</span>...</i>.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I've been waiting for two weeks for my does to kid.... I suspected one might not be pregnant... but certainly the other. They had been fed the perfect diet.... my birthing kit was ready.... I'd watched every "You Tube" video available. My husband had worked so hard to finish the new kidding pen in time.... but no babies will be bouncing around in it this year. I even slept at the barn four nights in anticipation... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Such lessons. A survivor at a very young age I am rarely discouraged. Today I am humbly reflecting on His grace... somehow I feel like I need forgiveness. In this picture of my grandchildren taken after Easter service yesterday, I am reminded that we are all on a journey... thankfully His grace is sufficient for each and every day... and thankfully tomorrow is another day in which I am...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #f6b26b;">Overwhelmingly and abundantly blessed</span>....</span></i></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679627125065070035.post-9345106278736697612013-02-14T13:33:00.003-08:002013-02-14T13:39:23.414-08:00Happy Valentine's Day....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">One of our Wild at Heart Farmgirls... <i>Gyspy Fiddler</i> ... is gittin' hitched today to a wonderful man so I wanted to help celebrate by making them a special farmgirl Valentine... you know... farmgirl style... making "do" with what you have.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I took a ring from a very old barrel we have... couldn't keep those rings on that old thing anymore... and bent it into a heart. I drilled two holes for the arrow to go through. For that I found an old rusty rod that came out of an old mattress woven with the coolest rusted spiraled wire. We've had it hangin' around here forever just waitin' to do something with it. Worked perfect.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> I keep a pile of old tin cans out back so they can rust in the weather... love to do all kinds of things with them. I chose a small olive </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">can </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">size...cut the lids off both ends and flattened it on the ground with my boot. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">WEAR GLOVES for this next part!!!! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I cut it in half with snips about the length of a feather. I cut four angled strips on each side for <i>feathers</i>. The other half of the can became the <i>arrow tip</i>. Bend each sharp side over slightly to make sure there are no sharp edges. I actually hammered everything down real good to be sure. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I did NOT flatten between the feathers .. I will warn them about those sharp parts although they really are not exposed.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">To secure them to the <i>shaft....</i> I hammered two small nail holes side by side into the tin at the top and bottom of the <i>feathers and the arrow point</i>. I cut small pieces of rusty wire about 2" long and bent them to look like fencing nails. Poke them through the holes and bend to the shaft with needle nose pliers until they stay in place. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I finished it off by adding some old dried love in a mist seed pods I keep in my greenhouse just because I love them. Soft pink looked so pretty on the rusted metal. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Didn't take long at all and turned out real sweet.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Last but not least... I put my darlin's tools away... it is Valentine's Day you know!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679627125065070035.post-8107278555401008562013-02-06T21:57:00.000-08:002013-02-07T19:25:31.345-08:00Winter Soup with Summer Veggies...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I love making soup... I love walking outside on a brisk morning collecting onions, herbs, kale, collard greens, and whatever else I can find in the garden in the dead of winter to add to my soup stock... I love putting it on first thing in the morning... then going about my business all the while smelling the most heavenly aromas coming from the kitchen with the added comfort of knowing dinner is, for the most part, done! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I also love saving valuable typically disgarded Thanksgiving turkey carcasses.... or leftover roast beef bones from the dog... or neck, back and ribs of a chicken... and turning them into delicious, nutritious calcium enriched soup stock. I purchase <i>whole</i> chickens making a meal from the legs, breasts and thighs and turn the backs, necks and ribs into a rich broth... Add any of the above to a pot of water with an onion, celery, garlic, salt and pepper, thyme springs, carrots...whatever you have! Add a tablespoon of vinegar to your broth to help pull all the very good for you calcium rich ingredients from the bone into your broth. Cook it for hours long and slow. Then cool and remove the bones. (If I'm not immediately making soup I will freeze it in glass jars being sure to leave 1" of headspace in the jar). </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A pot of soup at our house never tastes the same. A couple summers ago I started dehydrating my summer surplus of vegetables.... zucchini, okra, cherry tomatoes, peppers, celery, onions, eggplant, squash.. whatever we couldn't eat fast enough. If I had beans left over after a pot of "good ole' black and pinto beans" I'd spread them on sheets and dehydrate them. Together everything went into large jars.... they were so pretty sitting on my pantry shelves. (I also keep a soup container of leftover bits of brown rice, meat or veggies in my freezer.) Add a quart of those frozen roasted tomatoes we learned how to make further down in this blog. Sweet joy is tossing a handful of your dried summer garden veggies and watching them turn your homemade soup stock into a rich, flavorful, beautiful, colorful, delicious soup. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">No recipe... just a little of this and a little of that all combined makes an incredible pot of soup! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Simmer it all about an hour or more until thickened and the veggies have had a good chance to rehydrate. Yummm....</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">What <i>was </i>my desire to be frugal turned into a huge time saver and nutrition bonus. I must say I now cannot imagine trying to make soup without a fist full of summer veggies... and when my jars aren't quite as full as I'd like them to be... I get nervous. I think I'm hooked.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679627125065070035.post-30733219782864387502013-01-11T09:38:00.002-08:002013-01-12T18:00:29.625-08:00Simple AWESOME Granola Recipe.... <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm thrilled.... simplicity wins again. When you cook from scratch it just plain 'ole takes time.... I don't have time.... so any TIME I can cut TIME and still make awesome quality homemade nutritious preservative- free whole FOOD.... I'm thrilled!<br />
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I tweeked a recipe I found in <i>2012</i> <i>Cooks Illustrated </i>and whipped it up in half the time it took me to make the old one (you will find it down here somewhere on this blog) and it tasted awesome. You can vary the type of nut and dried fruit, add coconut flakes (my favorite) and even a couple teaspoons of cinnamon if you like.<br />
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They flatten theirs out on a cookie sheet and cook it longer to make big crunchy chunks, so if that is the way you like it... have at it! We like ours less crunchy and more like a cereal so we don't flatten it down. You pick! I quadrulpe the recipe and keep it in two gallon jars cuz I don't have time to cook.... remember?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679627125065070035.post-20829953638185083132012-12-16T12:15:00.002-08:002012-12-16T12:15:45.964-08:00Sourdough Sandwich Bread...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I love the bread table my husband made me.... especially when there's delicious loaves of sourdough cooling.... the smell is more than any of us can handle and one loaf rarely makes it through the cool down period every book or cook advises. I never could figure that out... I guess the flavors blend or something.... but just how the heck are you suppose to wait? We dig in...taste's good to us! <br />
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True sourdough bread can be tricky ... creating a starter is not difficult but requires patience as does learning to bake bread with whole grains. While I had pretty good luck with hearty artisian bread that was delicious thickly sliced for soup or dinner, I wasn't satisfied with any of the sandwich bread recipes I'd tried.... in fact alot of them turned into croutons and the really bad ones went to the chickens! Until! I am a long time subscriber of "Countryside" magazine and had copied a recipe years ago but had never tried. I had mashed potatoes left over from Thanksgiving and knew this recipe called for them.... it's my new favorite... tender crumb and the loaves rise well above the pan. Thank you Shawn & Beth Dougherty from "The Sows Ear" and the Queen of Minnesota farm wife Sandra Callens of "Silofence Farm".Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679627125065070035.post-32865889196570576512012-12-16T12:15:00.001-08:002012-12-17T19:31:28.544-08:00"Sow's Ear" Whole-Meal Potato Bread Recipe...<i>The night before</i>, refresh your starter if you are using one. <br />
<i>In the morning</i>, boil and mash enough potatoes to make 3 cups (I used mashed from Thanksgiving with cream and butter and salt and pepper and everything)<br />
<i>Combine in a LARGE bowl with</i>: 6 cups warm milk, OR if fresh whey is available, 2 cups whey can be substituted for an equal amount of milk as whey is an excellent dough conditioner. (I did substitute)<br />
<i>Add to this</i>: 1 cup honey or other natural sweetener (I used honey)<br />
6 eggs<br />
1/2 cup melted butter<br />
2 tsp granulated yeast (I used SAF)<br />
1 cup sourdough if you are using it (I did)<br />
Sufficient freshly ground whole wheat meal to make a stiff sponge.<br />
<i>Sponge</i>: You want the sponge stiff enough to stand a wooden spoon in for several seconds before it falls over but not so stiff as to be dry. All your flour is added at this time in order for the bran to absorb all the moisture it wants; if you were to skip this step you would end up adding too much flour in the next step. The sponge should be allowed to work for at least an hour but can sit overnite as long as a brief stir now and then releases carbon dioxide gas in order as not to kill the yeast. (I left mine overnite)<br />
<i>Finalize the dough: </i>Add 2 Tbsps. salt and enough flour to make a workable dough. Turn it out on a floured table or countertop and knead adding flour as necessary to make the dough elastic. About 15 minutes. (I let my machine do that) Place dough in a floured bowl. Let it rest 15 minutes covered with a damp towel. <br />
<i>Turn out on the table and fold</i> it in, one side at a time north, south, east and west. Invert and return to bowl covering with damp towel. Give it a good rising... until it rounds up nice under it's damp towel.<br />
<i>Cutting the loaves: </i> Turn risen dough onto a floured board and cut into two-pound pieces rounding each and setting to rest for 10 minutes, covered. After the dough has rested flatten each piece to about the size of a serving platter and fold in the sides to meet in the middle and starting at the end toward you rolling up into a tight loaf, pinching the edges to seal. Place seam side down in greased loaf pans.<br />
<i>Allow to rise </i>until it feels soft when poked with a finger but does not hold the dent.<br />
<i>Bake at 375 </i>for "something less than an hour". The loaves sound hollow when tapped. Makes 6 loaves Enjoy!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Last spring one of our <a href="http://wildatheartfarmgirls.blogspot.com/">Wild at Heart Farmgirls</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">... gave me a horseradish start for a gift. I was intrigued but didn't have a clue how lucky I was about to become. It grew into a beautiful plant and I loved the horseradish scent when my legs brushed by it in the garden. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">After harvesting the plant last fall and my family promptly consuming every bit of it, we couldn't wait for this year's harvest. I thought I'd share what little I now know.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Your eyes will thank you. <i>Peel</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>the roots and dig out any brown </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>spots.</i> <i>Cut into</i> <i><b>very</b></i><b> </b><i><b>small pieces</b></i>...mine were too big and it was hard on my blender. Grinding horseradish is like grinding... well... a tree. Add an amount your blender can safely handle. I used a Vita-Mix but a food processor or blender will work. Grating gives it a wonderful consistency but because I am harvesting my crop rather than preparing a single root I use the blender.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'm lucky enough to have elderberries growing wild in the creek behind my house so I used fresh today although dried or frozen work to. You just use twice as many elderberries if using fresh. One important point: if you're harvesting them yourself make sure you don't include any stems or leaves as they are very poisonous. I love mountainroseherbs recipe and you can also purchase your dried elderberries from them if you have a hard time finding them in your local health food store... </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://mountainroseblog.com/elder-berries/">http://mountainroseblog.com/elder-berries/</a> or <a href="http://naturalfamilytoday.com/health/elder-berry-syrup/">http://naturalfamilytoday.com/health/elder-berry-syrup/</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> can provide you with two different ways of making the syrup as well as instructions on how to make an echinacea tincture. It's so easy you can't afford not to.</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679627125065070035.post-35330229545799171202012-10-06T20:20:00.001-07:002013-02-07T19:27:01.106-08:00Roast Those Tomatoes...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Then freeze them in quart or gallon freezer bags laid flat in the freezer instead of canning them.... you'll never go back! That is, of course, unless your freezer won't hold any more. Use them just like canned tomatoes... in soups, chili, salsa, as a pizza sauce, over pasta or chicken...... the only difference will be the incredibly delicious difference in taste. </span><br />
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September 20, 2006 - September 6, 2012Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679627125065070035.post-331098544274936562012-04-14T10:59:00.007-07:002012-04-15T07:54:56.818-07:00Yippee!! Baby Chicks....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6ES6Xvqeb4/T4rg5CtjARI/AAAAAAAAAtY/SeEq_HDFzbY/s1600/IMG_6177.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6ES6Xvqeb4/T4rg5CtjARI/AAAAAAAAAtY/SeEq_HDFzbY/s400/IMG_6177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731640746367451410" /></a><br />Nothin' more precious than baby chicks..... and there is nothin' I appreciate more than a mama hen who loves her chicks and takes good care of them...like... instead of me.... not that I don't enjoy personally picking 'em out and bringing those tiny fluffy little cute adorable things home from the feed store...and then there's the pickin' 'em up from the post office after ordering online...it just seems so....oh... I don't know..... the best part about that was walking into the post office and immediately hearing the "peep peep peeps" echoing through the halls. I always knew what that meant.... "it's about time you got here....get us the heck out of this stinking box!" <br /><br />Just the memory of keepin' them warm, fed and watered (how many times a day did I clean out that water thing) makes my grateful heart oh so big ...and then there's the cleaning out the pin thing ... and the room it takes up in my laundry room.... oh thank you mama hen.... i'm gonna have to name you.... you deserve a name...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679627125065070035.post-36022799173563195812012-02-29T12:23:00.001-08:002012-10-08T07:00:42.446-07:00Thankful for the Onions....<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WsdMnSkLK0/T06ManC-eVI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/jPhrd5lS8o4/s1600/DSC02948.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714659365965691218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WsdMnSkLK0/T06ManC-eVI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/jPhrd5lS8o4/s400/DSC02948.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 300px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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This was a small section of the 400 onions I planted last spring. I knew they wouldn't make it until we got back from our vacation, so I pulled them early, even before their tops had completely dried out and fallin over. They were everywhere... During the day they cured in the shade on every screened item I could find making sure they didn't touch in order to expose each onion to the warm air so they would survive the winter. Every morning they needed to be brought from their previous night's shelter. Every evening back they went... but not before they were given the "cured" test. I would squeeze the stem where it met the onion and if it felt totally dried up and empty it got it's roots trimmed and top cut about 1" above the onion. Because I don't have a basement, into my garage refrigerator they would go until there was no more room. It was alot of work, but now almost a year later I still have plenty to make it until this year's crop comes up and is ready for the same process. <br />
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Keep an eye on them throughout the year where ever you keep them... Because there were so many in my refrigerator I realized that at one point they were on the border of freezing.... they were also creating alot of humidity which could have spoiled them if I wasn't paying attention. If that starts happening make sure to remove them and lay them out to dry out. Or... remove the ones that look vulnerable and take them into the house and use them first. Just chop a bunch up and put them in a dish to use as needed!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679627125065070035.post-53442934087509136252012-02-29T12:22:00.002-08:002013-02-07T19:27:38.473-08:00If They Start To Sprout or Soften...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KP96rgfML9g/T06gGI-cEQI/AAAAAAAAAso/hA5rGAEOZyc/s1600/IMG_6095.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714681004528767234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KP96rgfML9g/T06gGI-cEQI/AAAAAAAAAso/hA5rGAEOZyc/s400/IMG_6095.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 400px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 300px;" /></a><br />
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... Into the kitchen they go before they spoil where I dice them up and either throw them into glass containers and freeze for later use or fill up my dehydrator and dehydrate at 145 degrees for about 6 hours. You won't believe how good it smells and the result is dried minced onions for topping your casseroles, salads or whatever you like! Yes it's work but you are going to have to dice those onions up sometime!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679627125065070035.post-24898934669940982312012-02-06T10:35:00.002-08:002012-02-06T10:40:23.207-08:00Summertime...<div style="width:480px;text-align:right;"><embed width="480" height="360" src="http://static.pbsrc.com/flash/rss_slideshow.swf" flashvars="rssFeed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeed937.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fad218%2FRobertsonpics%2FGarden%2FSummertime%2Ffeed.rss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed><a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?showShareLB=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/share/icons/embed/btn_geturs.gif" style="border:none;" /></a><a href="http://s937.photobucket.com/albums/ad218/Robertsonpics/Garden/Summertime/" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/share/icons/embed/btn_viewall.gif" style="border:none;" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679627125065070035.post-37141375167364996402012-02-06T10:34:00.000-08:002012-02-06T10:42:58.178-08:00Dreaming of Tomatoes....In February<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">These cold winter rainless days have my garden, bees & me dreaming about flowers, tomatoes and warmer weather. Actually... maybe it was Saturday's trip to our local Farmer's Market where </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">someone</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> was selling huge, beautiful, red gorgeous looking tomatoes and basil. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">In February??? Who was that??? </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It's been consistently in the teens or low twenties at our little homestead for months now! </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">How do they do that? Must be those hoop house things... </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">anyway... I was very impressed. So much so that I decided to remind myself that I really did have a garden this past year (as I peek through the windows and see not a plant or live thing out there in sight!) My poor bees agree. Good thing I left those big supers of honey for them...</span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679627125065070035.post-21218674280511733352012-02-06T10:32:00.001-08:002012-02-06T10:39:00.819-08:00The Harvest...<div style="width:480px;text-align:right;"><embed width="480" height="360" src="http://static.pbsrc.com/flash/rss_slideshow.swf" flashvars="rssFeed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeed937.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fad218%2FRobertsonpics%2FGarden%2FThe%2520Harvest%2Ffeed.rss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed><a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?showShareLB=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/share/icons/embed/btn_geturs.gif" style="border:none;" /></a><a href="http://s937.photobucket.com/albums/ad218/Robertsonpics/Garden/The%20Harvest/" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/share/icons/embed/btn_viewall.gif" style="border:none;" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679627125065070035.post-38102338499372334222011-11-04T16:22:00.003-07:002013-04-28T20:00:45.966-07:00Home Sweet Home....<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PaY1onhRcm8/TrRz1NRbNnI/AAAAAAAAAmY/vaOYDdq4Dq0/s1600/Faith%2BFamily%2BFriends.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671285188699305586" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PaY1onhRcm8/TrRz1NRbNnI/AAAAAAAAAmY/vaOYDdq4Dq0/s400/Faith%2BFamily%2BFriends.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 300px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 400px;" /></a> <!--StartFragment--> <br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">While on a walk today I visited with a young couple from our neighborhood who touched my heart. They told me they had decided to decorate their home with blown up pictures of their lives together.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">She was also going to frame calendar pictures she loved. Inside my heart cried "yes" and I was </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">reminded of this entry written months ago but had yet to post. I shared that I had my own treasured "calendar" bear pictures given to me by my grandmother that have always hung above our piano. Before I was born my grandfather cut them off a calendar and made frames for them... I shared what a treasure they were to me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The idea of "investing in a house" never ever occured to me. I wanted a "home".... nothin' fancy....just a "home". Over the years it has become just that. It's plum worn out from raising our family... years of hosting Thanksgiving & Christmas week long events where sleeping bags lined the floors and kids slept exhausted from late night games and running a home business where customer's became my best friends. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Department store "pics" have no place here... our rooms are filled with family heirlooms, gifts from our children and special friends, treasures from places we've been, vintage yard & garage sell finds, and things of nature. Some day the hand peeled log beds and beautiful pieces of rustic furniture my husband has filled our home with will adorn our grandchildren's homes as my grandfather's bear "calendar" pictures adorn mine. The door frame in the kitchen marks the heights of each of our children on their birthdays. Scriptures I cross-stitched so many years ago hang framed on the walls reminding us that our lives are blessed because of Him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">When we bought our home 31 years ago my father-in-law </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">wrote in a card he and my mother-in-law gave us</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">…</span></i></span><i><span style="font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"your new home is a living monument to you", <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">every day life here on our little homestead have made it just that. </span> </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It’s not about the stuff. It’s the journey and the memories… it takes a lifetime to make a home your… home sweet home.</span></div>
<!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679627125065070035.post-32698384831321834422011-11-04T08:31:00.000-07:002011-11-06T17:08:21.783-08:00Without Love...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v7AdZwBIIWE/TrQGqr2kD7I/AAAAAAAAAmM/s34-1sLprdY/s1600/DSC03393.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v7AdZwBIIWE/TrQGqr2kD7I/AAAAAAAAAmM/s34-1sLprdY/s400/DSC03393.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671165161162149810" /></a> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">This poem prefaces photos in an album I created years ago when we remodeled our home... the picture was a gift from a precious friend and it says it all...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i>Without love a house is just a house... a</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><i> ceiling, walls and floor… b</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i>ut fill that house with faith and love a</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><i>nd it becomes much more.</i></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i>A house is where your dreams come true f</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><i>or love abides, you see... a</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i>nd love makes a house a home... r</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><i>egardless of pedigree.</i></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i>Home is a shelter from the storms of life </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><i>and sanctuary too... f</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i>or loved ones wait behind the door </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><i>to hug and comfort you.</i></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i>It’s a home where God is honored </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><i>and the Bible’s often read a</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i>nd there the children seek him </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><i>before they go to bed. </i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><i></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><i>Home may be a simple shanty b</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><i>eneath the stars above, b</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><i>ut blessed are those who dwell within a</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;"><i> house that’s built with love.</i></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679627125065070035.post-61894713982222866352011-08-24T18:38:00.005-07:002012-10-08T07:01:41.705-07:00The Boys are Alive & Doing Well...<div style="text-align: right; width: 480px;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679627125065070035.post-63532054211150499632011-08-23T09:34:00.000-07:002011-10-02T18:02:20.917-07:00Seeley Lake Rendevous...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I would meet them in one week at Seeley Lake to drop off their second weeks food rations. It was good to see them in such good spirits... a little thinner I imagine. It has been tough going... if the physical challenge isn't enough the mental proves even tougher but the beauty, adventure and sheer challenge of it all keeps them going. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">When I arrived they were pulling everything imaginable out of their packs to send back with me... guns, bike tires, whatever they could to lighten their loads for the second half of the trip. We went straight to breakfast where they consumed it in about 20 seconds anticipating how many minutes until lunch. After a quick stop at the grocery to pick up their next two nights dinners (if you could call it that) we just went straight to lunch...I think they were finally full...then for a swim in Seeley Lake.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679627125065070035.post-54363565729955134972011-08-23T09:32:00.000-07:002011-09-25T21:32:32.810-07:00Burning Calories...<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzVzhhfh42CmyexiAy5kJLvLrENOjoTrVui8p8W9qw6FMxN1me9mOyzf6LGA3ywnleAccH7hCPMM7Ov_NR_ZQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> We celebrated our 31</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">st</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> anniversary by going to a restaurant that had 3 things on the menu… steak….prime steak…. and special prime steak…</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">We ate every bite it was so good… turns out the boys ate there the night before and had thirds and fourths on the potatoes and bread!</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The reason I mention this is because my husband rarely eats steak!</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Shows how hard these guys are working. </span></span><!--StartFragment--><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style=" Bookman Old Style"font-family:";font-size:14.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679627125065070035.post-60154695195301578962011-08-19T21:00:00.000-07:002011-11-06T17:08:52.693-08:00Meanwhile...Back at the Cabin...<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://c.gigcount.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTMxNDU*MTE1ODE3OSZwdD*xMzE*NTQxMTgzNjc5JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1jOTk1ZDkxYzEwNmU*/YzMzYjFlZTQ2MzgwYjE5NTUyZSZvZj*w.gif" /><div style="width:480px;text-align:right;"><embed width="480" height="360" src="http://static.pbsrc.com/flash/rss_slideshow.swf" flashvars="rssFeed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeed937.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fad218%2FRobertsonpics%2FBack%2520At%2520the%2520Cabin%2Ffeed.rss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed> <a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?showShareLB=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_geturs.gif" style="border:none;" /></a><a href="http://s937.photobucket.com/albums/ad218/Robertsonpics/Back%20At%20the%20Cabin/" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_viewall.gif" style="border:none;" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679627125065070035.post-79283865312076098962011-08-19T15:17:00.000-07:002011-08-28T07:23:42.829-07:00<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Bookman Old Style';"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">W</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">e had barely gotten here when one of our neighbors a mile up the road told us of her harrowing experience going to bed one night recently. As her head hit the pillow she heard something banging on the outside wall above her head and looked up into the eyes and face of a huge black bear, paws outstretched on both sides of the window she had just closed. Hummm….<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Another neighbor brought his shotgun over for me to keep until the boys get back from their trip.. just in case I need it…says bears have been a problem this year… dang… that’s the second time I’ve heard that and only been here less than 24 hours.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And if that’s not enough… nicknamed… the “Kila Pack”…. a pack of large grey wolfs is putting everyone here on high alert. Typically, the sound of a far off wolf call and the news that bear and moose scat is found on our property are great news to us….one of the reasons we love where we are… nothin’ more than a “heads up” to pay attention while we’re outside working … would have preferred this news another year. So… I work outside in this beautiful place with my bear spray in my back pocket… just in case and know the boys have guns and spray.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Quite frankly… I’m more concerned about whatever it is that’s living in the walls of my cabin… </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span><p></p> <!--EndFragment--> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679627125065070035.post-87760452189458329322011-08-16T20:17:00.001-07:002011-08-27T22:51:15.321-07:00The Great Divide Beckons...<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://c.gigcount.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTMxNDUxMDU1NTM*OCZwdD*xMzE*NTEwNTgyOTE3JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1lM2FiYjg*ZTc2NTQ*/NmQ*YmRjNWYwNmQ3Y2E1MjIxYyZvZj*w.gif" /><div style="width:480px;text-align:right;"><embed width="480" height="360" src="http://static.pbsrc.com/flash/rss_slideshow.swf" flashvars="rssFeed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeed937.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fad218%2FRobertsonpics%2FMountain%2520Biking%2520the%2520Continental%2520Divide%2Ffeed.rss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed> <a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?showShareLB=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_geturs.gif" style="border:none;" /></a><a href="http://s937.photobucket.com/albums/ad218/Robertsonpics/Mountain%20Biking%20the%20Continental%20Divide/" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_viewall.gif" style="border:none;" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679627125065070035.post-20945814803881809012011-08-16T20:16:00.000-07:002011-08-28T06:26:35.064-07:00Biking Montana's Continental Divide...<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-family:";"><span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Montana is especially beautiful this August…. lots of late snow this year is keeping grasses green and rivers, streams and lakes crystal blue and full to the brim. Tomorrow I will drive my husband and his brother 1 ½ hours north to Rooseville, British Columbia and drop them off at the Canadian Border where they will begin their 15 day mountain bike trek along the Great Divide crossing the Continental Divide 5 times until they reach the </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">southern border of Polaris, Montana. </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Today we drove the 20 miles into town to replace our “expired” bear spray canisters.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">After all the hiking up here thankfully, we’ve never had to use one…only rehearsed it in our minds.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So today, using what was left of an expired canister, we actually discharged the thing (did you know they actually kick back?) … now all they have to worry about is holding on to the dang thing while they’re shaking in their boots in front of an angry grizzly bear about to mess their pants.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Actually, that would be me. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The two of them are busy packing exchanging gun holsters for food items finalizing last minute items and checking their maps for their 550 mile mountain bike trek. </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> I even heard one of them firing his gun out back to be sure the new pin he had replaced worked ok. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-family:";"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">8-16-2011... 11:30 a.m. Here we are at the border of Canada. It has taken about an hour to get everything rigged up and "Spots", GPS's points and maps and all that technology... I just wish they got an earlier start... they have a lot of climbing to do and only a short amount of time to do it in.</span></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0