tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1755487665809919452024-03-13T08:25:06.941-07:00W Tree FarmOur family's journey from Washington Street to W Tree FarmUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-3991176126856460852014-05-13T12:51:00.003-07:002014-05-13T12:51:37.260-07:00Feed and feed stores.<div style="text-align: center;">
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Yesterday, I went to the feed stores in Waynesburg, the ones I can walk to from the office anyway.I like going to the feed stores. I like the smell. I like the people who work there (the kids prefer the one near their school with the cats even little EM can hold).<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-27314467618953394672014-05-13T12:51:00.002-07:002014-05-13T12:51:23.523-07:00Sheep.We have our sheep. 2 anyway. Kable picked them up on Friday using a dog crate in the back of the Subaru. This may seem a little crazy but we don't have a trailer or a truck. The sheep traveled fairly well but escaped soon after we got them home. It was an exhausting chase around the farm but we got them back safely.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-2207013419334823192014-04-28T18:27:00.002-07:002014-04-28T18:42:59.143-07:00Water II<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This weekend we managed to clean out the 3 working spring fed watering troughs. It was very messy work. During attempts to siphon water out of one I managed to get a mouthful of the filth from the bottom and promptly vomited up my breakfast.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There was about a foot of silt and sediment and accumulated detritus in the bottom of each trough and it required a lot of work to get it out. I did manage to save some of this black gunk to spread on the garden. I have heard mix reports about its effects positive and negative on gardens. We will see. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I also visited the spring above crab-apple pond. It too seems to be silted up and filled with detritus. I know that Bob and Aunt Sandy have both worked to keep this spring clean but I am thinking that it too may need an overhaul and thorough cleaning. I have a soft spot for this little spring because if has a fairy tale quality about it. It is set off the trail 12 metres or so and is formed from a cutting set back into the hill. I can easily imagine the princess Sabra collecting water to bath George's wounds received from fighting the dragon.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">There is another spring on the farm which has a similar quality about it on the other side of the ravine near the driveway. The water comes out of an old pipe set into the rock and is collected in a small stone cistern before over flowing down into the ravine. We cleaned this out a bit in the winter and we hope to make it a summer picnic spot. We can move the most freely around the farm in the early spring, before the hay gets high. But we can get to this spot via the road and woods.<br /> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Water is precious and an important part of farm life. We hope to be good stewards.</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-7275666504498288562014-04-23T18:13:00.000-07:002014-04-23T18:13:36.092-07:00WaterGrowing up in Australia I think I have a better appreciation of the importance of water than many who grew up in wetter and greener climes. Water was also very important to Louis who had live for a while in Arizona. There are three working ponds on the farm and 5 in need of repair. There are two wells that are covered and not currently in use.<br />
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The repair of the ponds is a long term project. One project in the near future is to get pumps put in the wells so we can use the water. Getting water to the animals over the winter was a frustrating chore as most of the time we had to fill buckets in the bathroom and carry them to the barn. This is not sustainable in the long term and was barely adequate this year.<br />
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For the last week I have been getting water from the 'twin' watering troughs below Snake Pond. Aunt Sandy has been keeping the algae cleared off the top but leaf matter has built up a lot from the bottom. These troughs are closest to the house and barns and we hope to keep the lambs near them rotationally grazing. I thought I'd just use a metal rake to scope out the muck. Good theory. But it is very difficult to scope out and the water quality has deteriorated quite a bit. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-37694950566507290232014-04-22T19:42:00.000-07:002014-04-22T19:42:52.287-07:00LambsToday began with a steady drizzle and one of the boys home sick.<br /><br />We sorted the middle boys' summer clothes. I am feeling blessed as it looks like the kids and I are good for clothes for the year. After two years of crazy clothes years - me being pregnant and then finding out we were having a girl(!) of all things, and not having quite enough for our oldest guy. Now it looks like we've hit a it of a sweet spot. Hoping to finish drawing up my yard sale wish list and put all the winter and unwanted (this season) clothes away. Tomorrow. Before the mess is the spare room overwhelms us.<br /><br /><div>
We had an exciting afternoon letting the chicks and ducklings enjoy some sunshine. It has been a bit complicated as our rooster wants to kill the baby chicks. So today, we tried to lock him up, but he evaded us. Our next thought was to put the chicks in our makeshift hog panel enclosure in the veggie garden. This sort of worked. The chicks can squeeze out though. We wanted the ducks to free range, but they wanted to stay in their springhouse/coop. They finally were removed and the springhouse got mucked out before the baby birds went back to bed.<br /><br />We got a call from a friend that we could check out lambs today for the boys' projects. We've only had poultry & feeder hogs so far. After an early dinner and gumboots put on all around, we went. The sheep are suffolks. We enjoyed seeing some gorgeous week-old twin lambs. Everyone had lots of questions for the shepherd. We looked at the bigger lambs which are almost two months old. We agreed on a manly looking whether for IW and a sweet looking ewe lamb for EJ. Paid for now and we'll pick them up 'slick-shorn' in time for weighing-in at a local show. We are all excited for lambs to join the crew and nervous about testing out our ideals against the old-standard methods in our area. Thankfully we have dear friend who owns or manages over 1000 sheep in Australia who is consulting with us via skype and facebook and two good mentors here who know the showing drill and have been great resources.<br /><br />Now the peepers are peeping and the kids are all asleep.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-38408579931963570662014-02-24T19:59:00.000-08:002014-02-24T19:59:39.142-08:00Evaporator...So, we have an evaporator at last. Now we need sap.<br /><br />Friday, we bought a half pint evaporator by Leader from an Amish distributor a few counties away. We spent the weekend putting it together - lining the arch (I'd call it a firebox) with brick and putting in a brick wall, and getting the stove pipe up and some valves in.<br />
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We have almost 40 taps in but we've only collected about 10 gallons of sap so far despite almost a week of below freezing nights and above freezing days. A friend has a theory that the ground temperature has to be warmer, not just the air temperature and that the Farmers Almanac predicts March 10. I guess we'll see.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-44545517658580911952014-02-02T18:02:00.001-08:002014-02-02T18:02:49.478-08:00Re-laodingThe other day I was lucky enough to get to reload the 243 shells I had fired over the last few years.<br />
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Most of these round were spent on controlling our groundhog population. Groundhogs may seem harmless to most people but their holes can really damage the haymaking equipment and have undermined the driveway and threaten the stability of the pond wall.<br />
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I mention this because when we first moved to the farm I had hoped to use the rifle mostly to hunt deer to provide meat for the family but I found that I spent most of the rounds killing groundhogs. These rounds, 100 grain full metal jacket, were not ideal for hunting small game. Providentially,we had to switched the bullet to a 85 grain hollow-point because they were really the only ones available. These will be much better for knocking down groundhogs. Actually, we did 20 100 grain solid rounds and 25 85 grain hollow point.<br />
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We are really lucky to have friends who have the reloading equipment set up and have a small stockpile of powder so I certainly saved some money thanks to their generosity. I was thinking about the sustainability of firearms. The only reusable part of the round is the casing. The used shell has to be cleaned, lubricated, ground down a little and a bevel added to prepare it to receive the slug or bullet. The old primer is removed and a new one added. Powder is weighed out and added to the casing (this is a delicate procedure). The slug is then pressed into the end.<br />
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So I am not sure if it would have a smaller carbon footprint than buying them factory made but it "felt good". That maybe a rather weak argument for doing something that took up most of my morning but I will definitely do it again.<br />
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KUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-33744203303446034242014-01-27T19:00:00.000-08:002014-01-27T19:00:05.911-08:00January Cold It has been amazingly cold this year. So far we have had 3 "polar vortexes". The nights have been bitter. It has caused us as a family to stamp our fossil fuel feet to drive away the chill leaving big dirty carbon footprints. We have managed to burn a lot of gas in the furnace. The ductless heat pumps have struggled to create warmth.<br />
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My hope and prayer is that the cold is killing some of the emerald ash borers that have been killing the ash trees. That it might have knocked some other pests too.<br />
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The frozen ponds ave allowed me to chop down some of the European Alders around the pond. They are weeds in many parts of North America and in New Zealand. They are weeds here on the farm. They are very useful trees though. To understand them better I read about them and found that in Europe they had many traditional uses. They have great herbal properties, their leaves can be used to catch fleas and flies, used as fodder for all types of livestock, the wood was used for smoking food and making charcoal. The wood was also used for forms and foundations in Venice. I hope to find time experiment with some of these uses over the next year.<br />
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I felled these trees with an ax and have developed a small passion for ax work. There is something very satisfying about it. Exploring the idea of doing some more "traditional" forestry work.<br />
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K.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-89699747438147132982013-11-11T20:09:00.001-08:002013-11-11T20:09:15.649-08:00MulchThoughts about mulch.<br />
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There are two large piles of mulch, made from the tree trimmings the power company created, sitting around. I noticed this morning were giving off steam in the cold. To my mind that means that they are decomposing. Now no addition of biomass to the farm is a real loss but it does seem like a waste to have it rot away to nothing.<br />
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I am not sure what to do with it other than just spread it around. It seems like it would make an surface for paths etc in the short term but I don't want it near buildings because I don't want to attract termites.<br />
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I read that Thomas Jefferson used woodchips and manure to create "hot beds that he used to start early peas during the cold of winter. Anyone uot there experimented with this? Have any thoughts or tips?<br />
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KUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-2480105597505217922013-11-10T19:26:00.003-08:002013-11-10T19:26:35.088-08:00Butchering and bunnies.This afternoon we went to our friends Matt and Rhiannon Hogan's where we helped butcher 4 chickens and took possession of a rex rabbit.<br />
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Butchering the chickens was a chance to try a "power plucker" first hand. The power plucker is a small 30 dollar device that attaches to an ordinary power drill and is designed to speed up the plucking process. It did speed up the process but still left quite a bit of hand plucking.<br />
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The four chicken were an experimental breed called "freedom-rangers". This breed, which originated in Burgundy, France, is supposed to produce excellent broilers on pasture and free range diets. The birds were large and heavy breasted with a good amount of fat. I think that we will order some in the spring.<br />
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We took the rabbit because it's temperment didn't make it a good pet. Rex rabbits were developed in Paris in 1919 for the velvety texture of their fur. I would like rabbits for meat. The Rex breed is not a meat breed but they are hardy and can live outside. We will see if Bun-bun will make a good sire.<br />
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K.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-42700133033626514862013-11-10T01:25:00.001-08:002013-11-10T01:25:28.160-08:00TimberDuring the summer we had a storm that bought down a large Cherry Tree across the driveway. I thought that the timber seemed too good to waste and after some consultation I arranged to have it milled.<br />
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I am not sure how many board feet it amounted to but it seems like it is enough to do something substantial with. It is a rich red-pink color and smells interesting too.<br />
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What I learned from this experiance is that is probably worthwhile to have timber milled and at only 60 dollars a tree I will do it again soon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-91716484487703858752013-11-09T19:34:00.002-08:002013-11-09T19:34:54.779-08:00Swine<br />
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The newest and most exciting thing to happen recently is that we went over to the Mounts farm last Sunday and purchase 3 Duroc pigs. Fall is usually the time for butchering pigs but we will be purchasing ours and doing the difficult thing of raising them though the cold winter months.<br />
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Wikipedia says of the Duroc that it<span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.1875px;"> "is an older breed of </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States" style="background-color: white; background-image: none; color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.1875px; text-decoration: none;" title="United States">American</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.1875px;"> </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Domestic_pig" style="background-color: white; background-image: none; color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.1875px; text-decoration: none;" title="Domestic pig">domestic pig</a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.1875px;"> that forms the basis for many mixed-breed commercial hogs. Duroc pigs are red, large-framed, medium length, and muscular, with partially drooping ears, and tend to be one of the least aggressive of all the swine breeds. They also have an excellent rate of gain."</span><br />
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The 3 we are getting are barrows or castrated male feeder pigs for fattening up and butchering.We visited the pigs last week just after they had been castrated and the females of the litter had had their ears snipped as part of their registration process. (I joked with Moshe about snipping his ears so everyone knew when his birthday was.) Despite this it was a great visit and left us all feeling a little more enthusiastic about farming.<br />
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The boys an I worked on cleaning up the rooms where we had kept our pig from last year, Sausage Suzie. We are keen to make it a cleaner, safer and more secure space. The bigger challenge will be to create outdoor pens of grazing and training them to follow us to forage for mast in the woods and not run away and get lost. Sausage Suzie spent a couple of nights in the wild and survived but it is not a gamble we want to take again.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-83224541041173227332012-01-30T16:57:00.000-08:002012-01-30T18:07:19.425-08:00winter wonder"The wonderful thing about tapping trees is than it gives you a view into a world that would otherwise be hidden; the workings of a tree's anatomy." - Linda Wigington.<br /><br />So, it begins. We have tapped the maple trees for the first time. We used the maple taps Emily's mother had gotten from Ed Crago. They had been sitting in the barn at the woods house since the eighties. They were very rusty. I soaked them in CLR and then brushed the inside with wire brush and then cleaned them on the grinder. I tapped the tree in the front yard which was to act as a kind of barometer of the sap run. It came out almost as soon as the bit cut through the bark. I rushed to finish cleaning a handful of taps and went out to tap some of the trees in the grove between the oil wells. We got a bucket or so in the first afternoon. W<br /><br />e boiled it on the induction cooker outside. I managed to burn the first two batches despite being warned time and time again that you have to be constantly vigilant. Eventually we managed to make a batch. It tasted quite amazing. It was really a beautiful thing.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-17304841176025124622011-11-19T17:57:00.000-08:002011-11-19T18:22:18.165-08:00a second springAutumn is a second spring, every leaf becomes a flower.-Camus<br /><br />So, autumn is slipping quickly by and already I have many regrets. We never did get around to making cider. The other regret I have is not getting in a good crop of grain.<br /><br />Elihu and I tilled, sowed and watered in some winter wheat but, as our good friend and advisor Clayton informed us it is likely to shock and be stunted. There will be other chances in spring but spring is going to be busy enough as it is, if I am to do half of what I dream of.<br /><br />I think that this is also how autumncan be a second spring. I look at the withering leaves in the orchard and see the flowers of spring.<br /><br />KableUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-8132745060887863382011-10-25T08:28:00.000-07:002011-10-25T09:46:46.431-07:00autmn leavesIsaiah and I had our first boyscout meeting yesterday. We took a short stroll along the abandoned railroad behind the main street of claysville and collected autumn leaves while discussing tree identification. I had initially been disappointed by the small number of boys (there are only three in our den) but having spent time with them, I've had a change of heart. I think we could have a really strong group.the three musketeers.<br /><br />I also enjoyed testing my tree knowledge. I realize that for someone who lives on a tree farm, I don't know much.<br /><br />"Every leaf speaks bliss to me,fluttering from the autumn tree." -Emily BronteUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-46836550597701637812011-10-24T04:37:00.000-07:002011-10-24T04:59:15.609-07:00by the pondI purchased my hunting license this year. For the years that we have been here we have relied on the generosity of others for our supply of game meat (mostly venison) but this year I thought that I would try to supplement it myself. I also purchased a migratory bird stamp which allows me to harvest geese and ducks too.<br /><br />With thought of roast goose in mind, I headed down to the pond. I am still sitting here, half an hour lateer empty handed. I hesitated and was unsure when to make a shot. Not wanting to shoot them on the water, I waited until they took to the wing. When they burst from the water I was taken unprepared and shot only air. I think I knew before I pulled the trigger that I wasn't going to hit anything and I am left wondering why I fired at all.<br /><br />Kable.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-4049926955530377742011-10-23T20:06:00.000-07:002011-10-24T04:37:32.077-07:00weeds of fallSo, l thought I would try and contribute here too. I am hoping that this format will be more inviting to my mother and more useful in communicating with my grandmother. Kable.<br /><br />"And now I shall instance ina few things commonly accounted useless and unprofitable, as in stinking weeds and poisonous plants, how they were not created in vain, but have their uses. They wouldn't be without their use if they were good for nothing else but to exercise the industry of man to weed them out, he who had nothing to struggle with, thefire of his spirit would be half extinguished in the flesh. "- William Coles ( naturalist )1657<br /><br />Today l cleaned up our neglected vegetable garden. The boys and l harvested (gleaned really ) the last of the tomatoes and chilli, pulled up the plants and started to prepare the ground for a cover crop. Our corn patch which has been untouched for a month or more was choked with weeds. Clearing them was difficult but among the nightshade and foxtail I found some stinging nettles which I set aside. Later, after making hotsauce from the chillies and taking Isaiah to boyscouts, Emily and I blanched them and froze a gallon bag full for consumption later.I'll let youknowUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-69435847446000066342011-02-09T07:07:00.000-08:002011-02-09T07:19:35.769-08:00WednesdayStill photo-uploading-less....<br /><br />Life this week is a bit different. Isaiah is home sick, so it feels like a Kable-less weekend. I seem to be moving...very...slowly....<br /><br />I go to bed each night with thoughts of farming (we have been watching Joel Salatin on youtube), being super productive and being in front of the computer less....<br /><br />But then, multiple night time visitors later: including (but not limited to) playmobile horses, several boys complaining that Miss (the cat) in biting (cat in question is sitting suspiciously close to heads), and the Miss herself who seems to be craving affection, and even the dog (who is NOT allowed up), jumped on me early this morning to express the urgency of his need to go outside...NOW. I feel tired, grumpy and totally devoid of drive. It is 10:15, I am still in my PJs and have not even started <a href="http://www.flylady.net">FLYing</a> . Thank goodness for grace. From Him who died for me mostly, but also from him who goes to work for me, and from those entrusted to my care. Yet it is hard to be gracious to myself.<br /><br />Wishing you a productive day,<br />EmilyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-80652216567195709122011-02-02T06:09:00.000-08:002011-02-02T06:14:30.011-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">Today is so beautiful!<br /><br />The sun is streaming in our lovely windows, with occasional clouds<br /> breaking it upand our favorite cardinal is determinedly throwing<br />himself against the playroom window....I am trying to capture<br />our life in images this year, but for the moment<br />I can't share them as my camera transfer software isn't working....<br /><br />I'll keep working on that.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />If you have sun - enjoy it!<br />Emily<br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-52925513289799015162011-01-16T16:08:00.000-08:002011-01-16T16:29:34.355-08:00Bird Watching<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTOJjKztD8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/55Kms5IECaU/s1600/DSCN2034.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTOJjKztD8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/55Kms5IECaU/s320/DSCN2034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562941202022338498" border="0" /></a><br />It has been a beautiful January here at W Tree Farm.<br />But until now its been cold and we've been sick....<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTOJjSvE_HI/AAAAAAAAAMk/FBBklnNYVoE/s1600/DSCN2024.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTOJjSvE_HI/AAAAAAAAAMk/FBBklnNYVoE/s320/DSCN2024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562941204150418546" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">...so the cats, boys and I have been bird watching.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTOJ9RpcvQI/AAAAAAAAAM0/xsSHaUuQD4k/s1600/DSCN2016.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTOJ9RpcvQI/AAAAAAAAAM0/xsSHaUuQD4k/s320/DSCN2016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562941650534972674" border="0" /></a><br />These little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">junkos</span> are pretty small,<br />but always seem to come in groups of 10 or so.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTOJ9BVmtgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/SBp_FpiJtlM/s1600/DSCN2023.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTOJ9BVmtgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/SBp_FpiJtlM/s320/DSCN2023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562941646156772866" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">These mourning doves, are a recent addition and tend to be a gang of 4-5.<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTOJjNbpYVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/An4-gSbpCBs/s1600/DSCN2022.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTOJjNbpYVI/AAAAAAAAAMU/An4-gSbpCBs/s320/DSCN2022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562941202726740306" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This lovely red bellied woodpecker is probably my favorite:)<br />I've never had one at a feeder before.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTOJi6aLbkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/haD8Y-2guOg/s1600/DSCN2018.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTOJi6aLbkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/haD8Y-2guOg/s320/DSCN2018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562941197620309570" border="0" /></a><br />The cardinals are so bright.<br />We seem to have three pairs - they each have a favorite window.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTOJipEAp2I/AAAAAAAAAME/MJOPNBWfVAc/s1600/DSCN2017.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTOJipEAp2I/AAAAAAAAAME/MJOPNBWfVAc/s320/DSCN2017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562941192963925858" border="0" /></a>The males on the south side of the house<br />spend most of their time throwing themselves<br />against our windows, you hear their 'thud!' in every room in the house.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />What a feast for our eyes.<br />Love it!<br />Emily<br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-40936317121809440402011-01-14T05:20:00.000-08:002011-01-14T07:54:26.462-08:002010 review<div style="text-align: center;">It has big year for us it started with a LOT of snow.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBfZhx6J7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/JcVUOR3ruv8/s1600/DSCN0714.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBfZhx6J7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/JcVUOR3ruv8/s320/DSCN0714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562050431971633074" border="0" /></a>January & February 2010<br />Moshe is starting to enjoy it, and warm socks and hand knit mittens<br />and good snow boots seem to be helping the big boys' stamina now....<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBQDnanemI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/liaCaDoNpZ0/s1600/DSCN0691.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBQDnanemI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/liaCaDoNpZ0/s320/DSCN0691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562033562853014114" border="0" /></a>January 2010<br />I moved WAY out of my crafting comfort zone starting with this doll and its clothes. It was a Christmas present for Moshe was was finished around Epiphany....<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBQD0Mg-7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/A_vqvfd_lEE/s1600/DSCN0856.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBQD0Mg-7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/A_vqvfd_lEE/s320/DSCN0856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562033566283529138" border="0" /></a>March 2010<br />Elihu and Isaiah in one of their favorite climbing trees.<br />They are still looking for the perfect one near the farm house....<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBfaajJ9cI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Po6dXKOB5vg/s1600/DSCN1266.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBfaajJ9cI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Po6dXKOB5vg/s320/DSCN1266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562050447210575298" border="0" /></a>May 2010<br />Another project beyond my skills, but it turned out great, and it was fun<br />to have my first ever Sheep & Fiber Fest Project.<br />What to knit for this year??<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBfbC82lmI/AAAAAAAAAKk/mIfZibwhcKE/s1600/DSCN1337.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBfbC82lmI/AAAAAAAAAKk/mIfZibwhcKE/s320/DSCN1337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562050458055775842" border="0" /></a>Late May 2010<br />Isaiah's preschool graduation. A strange idea, but the end one an era for Isaiah.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBj-PEiDfI/AAAAAAAAALE/4SWXZ8okqXA/s1600/DSCN1422.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBj-PEiDfI/AAAAAAAAALE/4SWXZ8okqXA/s320/DSCN1422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562055460651142642" border="0" /></a><br />Summer 2010<br />The time for the boys to conquer hurdles.<br />Isaiah mastered monkey bars and went on to skipping one bar in between and then going back and forth more than 20 times!<br />Isaiah & Elihu learned to ride bikes without training wheels.<br />The boys first terrified of swimming, and by August were little fish.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBj9hQqjjI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ErPrwlF03GY/s1600/DSCN1115.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBj9hQqjjI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ErPrwlF03GY/s320/DSCN1115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562055448354000434" border="0" /></a>Waiting, waiting<br />Trying to get our old house ready to leave. A load of gravel.<br />Oh why didn't we get it three years ago?!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBj9-Ul61I/AAAAAAAAAK8/a2UGh0T-5Zo/s1600/DSCN1634.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBj9-Ul61I/AAAAAAAAAK8/a2UGh0T-5Zo/s320/DSCN1634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562055456155102034" border="0" /></a>Idlewild Park<br /> We enjoyed some mini vacations which were fun for all of us<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBfbfljxOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/lsKdf2Od2FU/s1600/DSCN1794.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBfbfljxOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/lsKdf2Od2FU/s320/DSCN1794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562050465742701794" border="0" /></a>August 2010<br />Isaiah's first day of kindergarten! And the beginning of my daily drives while we wait....<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBnU8n7YCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/zdXREPI00PE/s1600/DSCN1900.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBnU8n7YCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/zdXREPI00PE/s320/DSCN1900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562059149371203618" border="0" /></a>October 2010<br />A walk on the farm. We moved in and realized<br />it takes a while for everything to find its place....<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBmIJZaRBI/AAAAAAAAALc/cH21oNq6Adw/s1600/DSCN1922.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBmIJZaRBI/AAAAAAAAALc/cH21oNq6Adw/s320/DSCN1922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562057829950047250" border="0" /></a>November 2010<br />We did some dog-sitting to add to the chaos. Sam and Annie (the two yellow labs) were a delight, as always.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBj_OikjRI/AAAAAAAAALU/QPRdBKAoCUU/s1600/DSCN2012.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBj_OikjRI/AAAAAAAAALU/QPRdBKAoCUU/s320/DSCN2012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562055477688569106" border="0" /></a>December 2010<br />This little black cat, Little Miss, appeared at the door with the first snow.<br />We all love her...except the other cat.<br /><br />Why didn't I have a pic of the dog who arrived first???<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBoHM9IzLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CxS3ibpH73s/s1600/DSCN2033.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBoHM9IzLI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CxS3ibpH73s/s320/DSCN2033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562060012748590258" border="0" /></a><br />Found one; this is Tiger, our 'new' 10 year old cockerspaniel poodle cross. Aka Ta-tee (as some of us think 'Tiger' an odd name for a dog)....<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBmISaMmTI/AAAAAAAAALk/cCxXcV3ZYK8/s1600/DSCN1982.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBmISaMmTI/AAAAAAAAALk/cCxXcV3ZYK8/s320/DSCN1982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562057832369264946" border="0" /></a>December 2010<br />Kitchen window with marmalade and bird feeders.<br />You can see Nana and Aunt's kitchen door from here, too on the far right.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBj-0ulx2I/AAAAAAAAALM/v9lDUjF7T-o/s1600/DSCN2029.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TTBj-0ulx2I/AAAAAAAAALM/v9lDUjF7T-o/s320/DSCN2029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562055470759659362" border="0" /></a><br />Our new home and lovely snow. Yay, we are finally here!<br />Enjoying family very near, more space, lovely walks, sledding, ice skating and skiing.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Happy 2011!<br />Emily<br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-17865966446074348812010-06-25T10:28:00.000-07:002010-06-25T10:53:08.611-07:00This Moment~Inspired by Amanda Soule <div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486769080683903778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TCTraKLCuyI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GR0xyUoN1ww/s400/DSCN1526.JPG" /></div><br /><p>but I need a few words, today -</p><p>I wish I'd been there! to see my horss-loving, three year old Elihu's first ride!</p><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-4492561945769086812010-06-21T05:28:00.000-07:002010-06-24T06:56:28.500-07:00Fathers Day @ the Farm<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485204664431680050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TB9clJfEGjI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8x6H57ervqs/s400/DSCN1486.JPG" /><em>Chimney of the farmhouse</em><br /><br />There has been progress on Nanna and Aunt's new house, but it has been too slow for almost all of us...we've all been trying to stay busy. Kable and I have lots of things to do here, mostly our church's Vacation Bible School for me, and running for us:) Nanna has been enjoying reading through letters from her parents and Grandpa's mother; she says its been like a visit with them (they have been dead for many years). Mom, Aunt, and Nanna have been sorting/packing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486331076769161890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TCNdC-cDIqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hQohpimsgpk/s320/DSCN1450.JPG" /><em>The new well for the farmhouse </em><br />They hit water at about 35 feet!<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">We all (4 generations!) helped plant the garden at the farm </div><div align="center">which both houses and my mom will share.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485204650626197490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TB9ckWDlJ_I/AAAAAAAAAII/C41Hso568xo/s400/DSCN1431.JPG" /></div><div align="center"><em>The corn is up and everything is growing!</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485204667195849634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TB9clTyF-6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/SN_Gh8vJo5o/s400/DSCN1513.JPG" />The field below the garden (<em>by Isaiah</em>) </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485211509992881378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TB9iznMCfOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/AJ7pCxwSQKE/s400/DSCN1481.JPG" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So, on Fathers Day, we went up to play and check out the apple trees, and we found black raspberries and raspberries!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485211492789919266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TB9iynGiHiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/VRyzX6q1CgA/s400/DSCN1517.JPG" /> <p align="center">These are the only berry all of the boys like picking and eating.</p><p align="center">We did both.<br /></p><div align="center">One day, I hope there will be berry pie </div><div align="center">and berry jam and berry sauce.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">This June, we're having berries on ice cream:)<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-57759559046319489662010-06-11T11:07:00.001-07:002010-06-11T11:12:42.619-07:00{This Moment}A single image, no words. ~Inspired by Amanda Soule<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TBJ8JG77wMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Lpxt-5YCgow/s1600/DSCN1424.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481580192385974466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TBJ8JG77wMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Lpxt-5YCgow/s400/DSCN1424.JPG" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175548766580991945.post-87644551132871698412010-06-04T05:41:00.000-07:002010-06-04T06:02:35.354-07:00{This Moment}~ a Friday ritual inspired by Amada Soule <div> </div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478899103856788354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5WfHoQNJOjE/TAj1tN2XA4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/epu0OPgf0qE/s400/DSCN1365.JPG" /></div><br /><p>Have a wonderful weekend!</p><p>Smiles, Emily</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0