Category Archives: Making Home

Weeds: A Photographic Journey Through Our Yard and Gardens

The ground was so softened by rain this week that we happily spent the morning weeding out the monsters which have overtaken our gardens. We have this prolific variety that prefers to grow in the compost from the barn; they are thorny, but shallow rooted, and they come out easily. We have several varieties of Queen Anne’s Lace, which is supposed to be poisonous to the livestock, and lots of chickory, which has extremely deep roots. Chickory can be roasted and ground and brewed as a coffee substitute. Just in case you ever get desperate. (Chickory is the one with the purple flowers!) We have lots more weed varieties, but these are the prettiest. 🙂

bugs on queen annes lace 1
chickory 1 morning glory queen anne's lace 1 red weed thing 1 white and green 1

The funny thing about weeds is, if they were growing anyplace else besides the garden, we’d call them wildflowers!

Daisy Update, and Other Stuff, ‘Cause I Can Breathe Now










First, thank you for your continued prayers!  Daisy is doing really well.  She’s on a twice daily course of penicillin and, besides disliking her twice daily shots and, by association, the person who gives them to her (me), she’s a happy cow.  She’s back to swishing her tail at flies, drinking water, eating grass and a little grain, ambling up and down the pasture, and just generally being cow-like.  Davey has been more-or-less unconcerned since we found her down with milk fever that first Sunday morning.  She probably should have died then, but we found her in time, and the vet got there in time, and all the days afterward, when we struggled and prayed against this blackleg disease, he said, “Why would God have kept her alive until you got there in the beginning, only to take her away now?  What kind of lesson would that be?”  A really crappy lesson, I said, but he had a point.  And she seems to be saved, so I guess he’s right.

I spoke to our vet last night to get treatment instruction updates, and I asked her when and how this gas inside of her is going to go away.  It’s much lessened, but I was wondering what we’re looking at.  She sighed, and said, “I don’t know.  Cows don’t survive this.”  I’m not exaggerating when I say this is a miracle, friends.  Cows don’t survive this.  Our cow (most likely) will.

In other news, our garden is thick and lush, in need of regular weeding, which Evie is tired of, and not nearly as productive as it looks.  🙂  We have a volunteer zucchini plant doing great, and I love how the tomatillos hang like party decorations beneath their leaves.  The broccoli is obviously a bit overgrown, but the garden is hardly even planted, let alone productive.  Looks great, though, and that’s just as important as actual food, right?

The last picture… My little girls have been spending their days together in that hammock, crocheting dresses for their little dolls.  I think all children should learn some sort of handicraft.  It gives them something to do when they think there is nothing to do.  But get them a book of child-friendly patterns, too, because they are going to get pretty tired of crocheting rectangles after a while.  🙂

Davey had some minor surgery on his toe yesterday.  Evie was a champ at the hospital all morning, and she’s quite the little darling of the VA healthcare system.  Babies are not real common up there, and nobody walks by without saying something to her, and she always, always smiles or speaks to her admirers, even the ones who look like the walking dead.  Good baby, making everybody’s day like that.

And I’m going to go ahead and add this to the {P, H, F, R} link-up, even though it is not in the approved format.  Just because.  It’s a free-form {P, H, F, R}.  I never did like rules much anyway.  🙂

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