How do you feel about squash?
These photos are from a farm stand along side of road near Red Hook New York last Sunday.
Squash Season
Tag: farm
Knucklehead Pumpkins
My friends and I walked to Idylwilde Farms yesterday and saw these funny looking pumpkins called knuckleheads.
“Knucklehead pumpkins were created in 2008 in Holland, Michigan by Siegers Seed Company. It took over ten generations of cross-breeding to create the variety covered in warts…”
Illinois, Circa 1924, Before They Lost the Farm
My father’s parents Alta (b.1895) on left and Floyd (b.1892) on the right in overalls with the pipe in his mouth, My father’s younger brother Alan (b. 1916) along with Forrest and Martha (don’t know who they are) and my grandmother’s sister, Sis. Farmersville, Illinois.
A Photo with names written on the back
Wordless Wednesday
From January 20, 2019 Crestline Ohio
Storms a Coming by Jane Miller – Guest Blogger
Storms a coming.
by Jane Miller
My husband and I live with his mother in an old farmhouse with parts dating back to 1842. Except for the window lined porch that faces west, the house is structurally the way it was 100 years ago when the third generation of the Hunter family lived here. Their ancestors were a Scottish Presbyterian family who cleared this portion of Depreciation Lands.
Often my thoughts go to life as it may have been stretched out over a nearly 200 year history when the family sustained themselves with their labors in the fields and there were horses in the barn. Now the horses are gone. The farm is in transition. Our work of the day includes for me, the care giving for my mother-in-law, Lois—almost 90—and the patients my husband “sees” on a computer in his office that was at one time our dining room and in generations past, a kitchen. The beauty of the evolving nature is one constant. We especially enjoy our summer evenings.
On one of the first warm nights this year we sat together on the back deck after mom was in bed, I grieved the loss of the horses and a pasture plowed under by Farmer Beahm, who will soon plant field corn. The sun was heading for its sweet spot between the tree-lined hills as clouds gathered bits of gray.
I remembered an evening nearly 35 years ago on May 31, 1985, the evening a 25-mile long twister took out the trees of that hill and my mother and father-in-law, along with our three-year-old son, hit the basement. I think they wanted a room with windows to better see a storm a coming in addition to daily witnessing the beauty of nature.
On this May evening—one of the first ones a coat and blanket not needed—another storm was brewing. It was May 12, just before the world began opening up to our “new normal” and all of the unknowns this will bring. Then in the skies, a real storm collected clouds and we were fascinated as we watched where the sun would soon disappear in the West. Rick had a Scotch in his hand. I had my camera.
The beauty of the moment mesmerized us and we didn’t heed the warnings of the winds. Our eyes were on the skies, when rain pelted us. For the moment we laughed through the winds, making sure my camera was safe and Rick anchored down the furniture we had to evacuate.
I thought of the storms of the past and the ones that are brewing and a word came to my mind about life on the farm. Resilience. Crops fail. You replant. Animals that sustain you will die. It’s not a moment to moment feeling. It’s a joy that doesn’t depend upon what is happening to you. It’s about being grateful for every moment in every time.
Life goes on and it’s always day by day. Farmers look for their rewards at the end of the day.
Storm a ComingWordless Wednesday
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Crestline Barn at Dusk
Crestline Barn at Dusk. Crestline Ohio, Thanksgiving evening.
Anna at the Alpaca Farm
My granddaughter Anna (15) is guest blogger today.
She photographed these alpacas at the Smith Mountain Lake Farm in Virginia last weekend.
She said the alpacas are nice and don’t spit at you like llamas They are like dogs. Plus they poop in the same place everytime..
Anna, thanks for sending the photos.
Stacking Wood the Ohio Way
This is the way Chuck and Sharon keep their home toasty warm in the winter. There were at least three huge stacks of firewood. I have a little plastic thermostat on the wall that I adjust, no real work involved.
I asked what kind of wood it is and Chuck says “Ash”.
When I got home I ordered this book for Chuck. not that he needs any tips on how to chop, stack or dry wood but just to read about the Scandinavian way. ( It’s a bestseller- click title for article on how it became a “global hit”) – Norwegian Wood by Lars Mytting
I heard about this book when I visited Norway last fall. I sent it to my brother in Okanogan. He heats with a woodstove, too.
Pepper, Penny and Charlie at the Farm on a Snowy Sunday
Saturday night after the anniversary party, we spent the night at the farm in Crestline. There was blowing snow, drifting across the roads. The roads too bad to drive back to the city in the dark.
Sunday morning we had a nice breakfast and watched Chuck blow and plow the quarter mile drive to the main road. Charlie has fun watching and the dogs were in and out.
Then Charlie bundled up and went outside-tried his hand at shoveling- but not for long.
It was too cold.
My camera lens fogged up with condensation from the temperature change, outdoors to indoors. 