Jan 20, 2019

Charlie (3 1/2)shoveling at his paternal grandparents’ yard

The Gift of Farm Eggs

Saturday some Fiber friends and I helped out at a farm on Sheep Shearing Day. What a cool experience.

At the end of day, after a hearty meal I was given a dozen farm eggs to take home. They weren’t washed yet so could be left on the counter. What a great offering.

The taste of a farm egg is like no other. Delicious. So flavorful and rich.

My friend and I were at the skirting table picking out hay and debris from the fleece. All the lanolin was like a spa treatment even after you washed your hands.
Boss Mare Shearing made it look easy. It’s not.

Silent Sunday

Nature’s Jewels

Raspberries are my favorite berry.

Picking raspberries during a Farm Tour last Saturday afternoon, Sligo PA

Silent Sunday

Sligo Farm Sunset

Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday

Homeward bound

Squash Season

How do you feel about squash?

These photos are from a farm stand along side of road near Red Hook New York last Sunday.

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…”

A lot of warts on the Knuckleheads.

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

What can we tell from a family photo album? I wonder who took the picture?