Saturday, February 26, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Still working on the Dog Painting Project. I have finished a large painting of Harley the Old English Bulldog (what a character!)
and a small painting of a darling, fluffy, little white puppy whose name and breed I don't know -- a Lhasa Apso maybe?
Sunday, February 20, 2011
When I went out to do the morning chores, the snow was just beginning, with deep rumbly thunder. A thunder-snow-storm is always kind of magical.
The duck is always the most overjoyed to get fresh greens in winter. She is a bit greedy and protective, chasing away any chickens that try to nab a leaf.
Finally yesterday we were able to rent a little trailer with a ramp to move the cart to our farm. The cart is not that heavy, at least when it is empty, and it steers very easily with the two handles on the end. I have concluded that it must be a European -style flower cart.
I am so tickled with this cart! We are working to transform our granary into a little farm store & gallery this spring, and it will be perfect to set out front and fill with flowers or vegetables or pile with pumpkins and squashes in the fall.
Thanks so much for thinking of us when you decided to free up your garage, John and Carol!
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
This "Back Buddy,"a simple, plastic, knobby "S," has served me well for many years. My friend John, a yoga instructor and trigger point massage therapist, advised me to get one years ago when my back was in excruciating pain and I couldn't stand up straight. He showed me how to use it to smooth out knotty clenched up muscles, and ever since I have used it to relieve pain in my lower back, shoulders, neck, and even the bottoms of my feet.
It's not the total solution. A jacuzzi or a weekly massage would be nice -- but this tool is effective, inexpensive and immediate.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Then we went to dinner at Chester's, where we ran into our friend Bob. After that, the three of us went to listen to a friend playing music at Papa Georges Taverna. Such social animals are we! We still managed to get home by 9 p.m. We must be getting old.
We stashed our ice martini glasses in the car while we went to dinner so they wouldn't melt. They made it safely home to our freezer until our next special event.