FarmWife is having one of her "life is beautiful" days. Do you ever get one of those? A day when you look around you and have trouble believing that you ever got so lucky?
It started at feeding time. I didn't want hay, I wan…
Unfair
FarmWife wants to get some sort of extra-squishy mattress thingy for her Paisley dog. She says it's because he's getting old, and that old people need comfort.
I point out that I am 17 and he his 9, which makes me not-quite-but-al…
A little disagreement
FarmWife and I have been looking at blanket options for me, and I'm thinking of something that will make me look roughly like this:
FarmWife, on the other hand, keeps proposing outfits that look like this:
I think we'll reach a co…
the frustration of monaural hearing
It continually astounds my family that I can pick up a muttered word in another part of the house on an average quiet evening but that I cannot hear someone four feet away shouting, "Marnie! Marnie!" while the tap is running. Tha…
Happy buy-nothing day!
FarmWife needs some new elastic and snap ends for me—her mom gave her a Hug blanket that's just my size, but it needs some minor repairs. Unfortunately, she refuses to go to the store today. Calls it "Buy Nothing" day.
Tomorr…
I'm thankful for my handy husband
Among the many, many blessings in my life—kind, imaginative children; sweet, extraordinary pets; a bountiful garden; loving friends; a close-knit community; a place to live in a beautiful corner of the world—I have a husband who is very, v…
Giving thanks
FarmWife, for your love . . .
FarmHusband, for your hard work . . .
FarmDaughters, for your kind attentions . . .
Goats, for your companionship . . .
Chickens, for scratching away the creepy crawly things . . .
Housepets, for keeping …
A pre-Thanksgiving update
I'm well and warm, dressed in my salvaged rain blanket. FarmWife managed to mend it so that it fits better than before. FarmWife has weighed her options, has gratefully considered all of your input into my plight, and has decided that…
A terrible story with a happy ending
Tragedy was narrowly averted today. I'll tell you how:
I have a blanket strap, torn and ruined after catching on the fence.
I have a fence, mangled and destroyed after catching on the blanket strap.
I have a FarmWife, tired and floode…
What I learned from Caroling 2010
Caroling 2010 was, all in all, a success. Still, there are always lessons to be taken from every experience. Last year I learned a few things:
1) The humans should practice in advance. There are certain things a mule should never be forced…
The window
FarmWife used to have a great big comfy office with a window right out onto the lawn. It happened to be that I would get turned out right beside her workspace on certain sunny summer days. We could work side by side—her at the computer on…
Beverage menu
There are a variety of beverage options on Bent Barrow Bistro's winter menu.
A) There's icy water in the big half barrel, which gets stirred several times daily and usually has a sort of a slurpee consistency.
B) There's icy w…
Vocabulary words
FarmWife hasn't ridden me in MONTHS! I'm not exaggerating. First she was working too much, then she was at a conference, then I had a stone bruise, then her kid was in the hospital, then it started to rain terrible, slushy rain. Sh…
Hello again
October was a busy month for me professionally, as I prepared for and then attended a conference in Virginia for my biggest editing client. I've also taken on a few odds and ends—small contract jobs, a teaching position, and a couple o…
Leveraging my incredible, cosmic power for good
Update on the biggest human child: she had her appendix out yesterday, as I mentioned on my Facebook page, and it went well. She's resting now and will probably be out of the hospital by dinner time.
Do mules have appendices? I hope no…
October, wasted.
October had 31 days, which means FarmWife had 31 opportunities to celebrate my 17th birthday. Here's my reasoning: my bill of sale states "black mule born Oct. '94." (I'm not black, but I'll let that slide). This…
Breaking news: the world's best snack
I, Fenway Bartholomule, have singlehandedly discovered the world's most delicious snack. Having no hands of my own, I used one of FarmWife's.
She held out the snack, I took it up with my velvety and pliable lips, and I experienced …
My FarmWife is home
My FarmWife was too busy on Sunday to write—busy piloting a meadowbrook through the verdant countryside, as I hear it! She saw the National Sporting Library & Museum, COTH headquarters, and a lot of lovely farms. She visited two tack s…
Letters from Loudoun County
Dear Fenway,
I've spent today learning all sorts of important things about timber framing. (The better to build a barn for you, my dear! In due time.) I've been missing you, FarmHusband, and the children as well Townes, Desmond, P…
Letters from Clark County
Dear Fenway,
I got out of suburbia today and saw some beautiful farms and mills. The farms were full of livestock and the mills were full of grain, so you would have loved the entire tour. I also saw a photo of three horses and an ox hitc…
Letters from Virginia
My dearest Fenway Bartholomule,
I flew American Airlines last night and I regret to say that they have a weight limit of 97 pounds per overhead bin. You would not have fit, even had you sucked in your shining barrel.
I had hoped to report,…
His and hers trucks
The Volvo has been replaced by a truck, and now FarmWife and FarmHusband have His and Hers trucks. Can you guess which is whose?
OK, maybe you can guess from this angle:
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