“The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings.”

Masanobu Fukuoka, The One-Straw Revolution

Vacation Mischief

Thanks to the hurricane that hit the East coast this week,
we finally had rain.
We awoke to showers yesterday morning that ended up 
giving us an inch of much needed rain.
By mid-afternoon, blue skies returned and the sun
shone abundantly.



When we were finished with afternoon chores,
I headed out into the front pasture to visit with the pigs and sheep.

"Do you really want to head out in your good clothes?"
Hubby asked.
"Oh, I'll be fine," I replied. (famous last words)

MaryAnn was her usual cheerful self and came running over to
visit with me...



and put her head in my lap.



And then I realized... after shaking drops of mud all over my white shirt...
 that it was a very muddy face that ended up in my lap.
Notice how she is smiling!


Hubbs says my Indian name would be "Rolls With Pigs".
True.


It's amazing to me how the world perks up after
getting its thirst quenched.
Immediately, the fungus comes alive!


I love this particular fungi.
I don't know it's name, but I call it "earlobe" fungus...
because that is exactly what it feels like!

Lately, the food bowl at the pond has been emptied...
more than what we know the ducks might eat.
So, we placed a game camera at the pond to see who
comes for supper.
Here is the...

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