Cleaning House – Well, Part of the House

I am only posting that picture in order to shame myself into organizing (cleaning) my sewing room, a/k/a studio. I have a problem with the word studio. It sounds like I’m a productive artist person – which tickles my guilt bone – because I SHOULD BE A PRODUCTIVE ARTIST PERSON and instead I am a…

Just Being Here Now

Being where I am, and not being where I’m not – that’s my recipe for living. You could call it mindfulness, total meditation or Zen. Whatever you call it, for me it is the only way I can function. And it isn’t easy, paying attention. It doesn’t matter whether I’m depressed, angry, ecstatically happy or…

Making A Home

I have memories. Memories of my Grandma Hattie, my Grandma Nannie, my mother Lucy, all women who made a home, fed their families, worked outside the home and did so with little or no money. My mother was born a week or so before the Stock Market crashed in 1929. She never knew what life…

All Gone!

Yesterday was another busy day at Happy Shepherd Farm. We wake up early, get up, drink coffee and decide what the day will look like. Fortunately or unfortunately, over the last month, the days are out of our control. I was getting dressed and Alden was sitting in his chair when someone knocked at the…

Spring Plans

The Shepherd earned points today. He drove me all the way to Caribou to pick up my new to me Bernette for Bernina 009dcc Coverlock/Coverstitch machine. I used to have a serger. I didn’t particularly care for it although it did make knit t-shirts a breeze. I think this is better than a serger. It…

Exodus Chapter 1

It’s been four years ……….. four years since the girls who are leaving us today, first arrived at Happy Shepherd Farm. It was called Poor Shepherd Farm back then. There was a lot of work, a dang lot of work, but there wasn’t a whole lot of green stuff, except for grass and weeds. Curious…

The Farm

I’ve been living here, on the farm, since July of 2018. It has evolved in amazing ways since the day I first arrived.  I met my husband in July. We seemed to have a lot in common. He lived about 2 hours north of me. I was in Bangor, a sort of nondescript little shopping…

Old Photos and Memories

My mother was great for saving things. She had old quilt blocks from my Great Grandmother Mary Eleanor and her two daughters stored in the attic since 1958. I got them in 1987. And did I use them! At first, I was so worried they would disintegrate in water, I could barely stand to wash…

Is is the time change?

I don’t know what’s going on, but I do think time is telescoping or something. I get up every morning at 6 something. I have my coffee, read The Writer’s Journal by Thoreau and, before you know it, it’s 10 am and I haven’t done a thing. How can anyone sit for 4 hours with…

March 18 Two Days Until Spring!

Oh the days are getting soft! What a beautiful start to spring here in the woods of Southern Aroostook County we are having! Lest we get too excited, I have to remind The Shepherd of our last two end of winters. Everything was beautiful and green. In 2019 we set out my seedlings so they…