Sunday, August 13, 2017

go big or go home



We have beat the annual rainfall record by 7 inches in Wisconsin.
And it shows!  Our Peegee Hydrangeas are flourishing!

                     Heaven for hundreds of bees!


    And our miniature pumpkins!  Will be a bounty...🎃



Saturday, August 12, 2017

living in history


I sit in the quiet of this home, built brick by brick...square nail by square nail in 1857.  I feel this abundant awe living in the midst of history and recognizing those who stood here before me.  Knowing that Augusta became a town in 1857 and that the Civil War was yet to be when this house was built is humbling.  Thank you Joseph Strader for coming here from New York to build this "magnificent brick house" 160 years ago.



The following excerpts are from "The History of Augusta" written in 1874.

Buildings, fruit trees, fences, improvements and everything, denote order, industry, and economy. ... Joseph Strader with his magnificent brick house, Fletcher Dighton, S. E. Cooledge, I. G. Bills, William Arries, James Surgeon, Lindsey Wright, F. A. and S. H. Denison. Peter O’Blair, and scores more, all model men, now well-to-do, though they were all poor but a few years ago when they came to the valley. Nothing short of good markets, health, good habits and rich soil can produce such results in so short a time. This is a truthful picture of this beautiful valley, and it is by such men that we are surrounded, as neighbors and friends; intelligence and true friendship are embodied in such a class of men.

Up to 1861, the local advantages were about all our citizens took any special interest in. but when the news came that Sumpter [Fort Sumter in the American Civil War] had been fired upon, the people of this valley, in common with those of the surrounding country, felt the insult as though it had been specially aimed at them and from the first three months until the final surrender the valley had its full show of representatives in the deadly strife [of the American Civil War]. During all those years of weeping and mourning, we had in the Union army a large list of our best citizens, many of who never returned to their families and friends. Some of them do not even share the honor of our decoration day, but are buried in the shade of the Rocky Mountains or in the sunny south, where their dearest friends may never find their graves. 


May their memories be for a blessing.  Happy Birthday Meadowview Farm! May you always be a home to compassion, hard work and the democratic spirit.



Tuesday, August 8, 2017

home, finally


Barn cats are necessary on a farm...and over the years, many have called Meadowview Farm home. Every now & again, an extra cat arrives at our farm, as was the case with Patches. An older boy, he would watch from the edge of the field when I called in the kittens at day's end. Slowly he followed the call. Slowly he let me pet him. Slowly this farm became his too. I am glad that he has a home, one he now protects with ferocity. He has taught me that you are never too old to find where you were meant to be. 





Sunday, July 30, 2017

barn painting



Our 100+ year old barn has been getting a new coat of paint this 
summer.  As much as we love weathered wood, painting is part of 
barn preservation.


It was a bit tricky getting to the peak.  An extension rod that 
extends three times was the ticket.  


My husband, Dave, has been the master painter!  This is rough 
work for shoulders...but Dave has been stoic.  He loves this barn!


Friday, July 21, 2017

even in Seattle



Found this urban garden complete with farm statuary on my recent
trip to Washington...right at the famous Pike Place Market!  Love these
secret places once you get a bit behind the main attraction.



Friday, July 7, 2017

take the long way home



           Traveling home from my office clears my head...


Saturday, July 1, 2017

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Saturday, June 17, 2017

right across the road


           I needn't go far to find my color palette....

                                       There it is.

           Literally right across the road from our farm...







Sunday, June 11, 2017

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Shhh...

There is this secret, back behind the barn...
                                                                  acres of wonder.

Sunday, May 28, 2017

my home, my heart



Dave has been in Seattle this past week with our Ian.  We both agree, 
Seattle fits Ian well.  This was my gift to Dave as he celebrates a 
milestone birthday.  They are both 1800 miles away as I type.  My heart 
resides in Mill Creek, WA...indeed.

In the midst of this week, a Maywood kindergarten friend asked where
we should go next year to celebrate our milestone birthdays that are a 
week apart.  I laughed a "seriously?"  She responded, "Hawaii, Europe?...
the flight is on me".  With her husband employed at a major airline, she is
indeed serious.  

Yesterday I traveled 270 miles round trip to a flea market in MN...I was delighted 
to go, and thankful to be home.  I actually relished the 2 hours on our riding
mower as much as the 2 hours traveling to Minnesota.

What I know is that I am a home body...and feel most content here.  I enjoy day trips,
but want to be home, in my own surrounds, at day's end.  Ian is pushing my 
boundaries, as home is now expanding to include a mountain community on the west coast.

My first answer to my friend was to travel to Norway or Sweden (and of course I would 
cover my flight)...but secretly, my heart says home.  I would need to pack my ruby
slippers.




Saturday, May 20, 2017

Lucy Lily




               I am an equal opportunity cat~momma!  



Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Daisy Grace




                 Sometimes the best part of the day is provided with a purr.



Saturday, May 13, 2017

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