I live on a farm ... — yarn

I have been awake since four this morning. My husband gets up every morning at four o'clock and gets to work by five. He works ten hours and gets home by three fifteen in the afternoon. I try to get all of my work completed by the time he gets home so we may spend the late afternoon and evening doing whatever we choose, together. Often "whatever we choose" is a responsibility of some kind such as mowing the lawn (a three-hour task), driving to another small town about an hour away to see his mother where she stays at...

Today has been overcast and quite cool all day. I know it is summer in many places, but it no longer seems like summer here. For so many years I cringed as summer approached (which always seemed to be happening) in Los Angeles. There, summer wasn't satisfied with bestowing its beating sunshine down on us three months out of the year. No, in Los Angeles summer came often, and throughout the year. That's wonderful and great for sun worshippers and movie makers, surfers and roller-blade maniacs. For me, however, there was a misery I dreamed of escaping ... one day....

Saturday morning, and we are waiting for the rain to hit from "Ernesto". He's still a bit south of us right now, but we are under flood watches today in our county. Our farm is in no danger of flooding, even though we live on a river. Our river is down some very steep banks, and my husband says there has never been a danger of flooding in all the years he has been here. This farm house is more than 200 years old, and in fact is of somewhat historical interest in the area. During Victorian times, when there...

Today, a brief blog. Our church is having an ice cream social fund raiser tonight, so my work day will be cut short. My husband and I went over to the church last evening to set up the big outdoor party tent and tables to get a head start on preparing for tonight. "Ice Cream Social" ... how wholesome and divine the words. The community is small, so they won't raise much--maybe $300 at best. Quite a lot of work and preparation has gone into it and though it would be wonderful if more tickets could be sold, the work...

Today's blog is dedicated to Secret Mojo ... Last time my husband and I went fishing (he fishes, I man the anchor) he noticed the little metal things on the sides of the boat that hold the oars were not in good shape; one, in fact, was broken. A couple of days later he told me he had ordered oar locks. Not being familiar with the word, I heard "orlocks" so all I could conjure in my mind was a creature out of "Lord of the Rings" or something. A few days later his "orlocks" arrived via UPS on the...