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The more elaborate our means of communication, the less we communicate. - Joseph Priestley


So, I am not going to get bogged down in trying to attach pictures all the time.


"When all other means of communication fail, try words."- Anonomous


Quite a bit has happened in the past couple of weeks.  It has turned cold for the long haul, I think.  Right now I have all of my tropical plants scrunched into my bedroom.  They are not happy and I am not happy.  I finally got my panels to make my little greenhouse on my porch but have to prep the wood that goes around them.  Jim taught me how to do dados on the table saw. I've done all the 2x2's but don't know what to do with the cross bars yet.  He has been too busy with local jobs to continue my lessons.  So I continue to be unhappy and my plants continue to be unhappy.

I finally got so disgusted with myself, that I joined the gym in Atkinson.  It doesn't have a grocery store, a restaurant or even a bank, but it now has a gym.  And a pretty good one too.  All of the equipment is more or less state of the art.  The only thing they ain't got is space.  The owners are very nice people.  I was in there yesterday and Jerry, the husband, talked to me for about an hour.  I think he gets lonely when there are few people around.  I try to go around 8 am when the morning rush is over.  So I got his life story, or at least a version of it...

The chickens are molting and the floor of the coop looks like someone plucked a whole chicken.  I don't know why they chose to do it in the cold weather.  My buppy has laid her first egg.  She is not quite the size of the older cockers, but she is much more pretty, with her new feathers and all.

...You do know how to cackle, don't you?

I love this time of year.  Not because of Thanksgiving.  Not because of Christmas.  Not because of cool weather.  Because the sun is now hitting the disco ball!!!!

Deesco, Deesco Pato, Quauk Quauk

I've also spent the past two weeks gleaning sweet potatoes from the harvested fields.  It was a good year.   The potatoes are really sweet.  I have made deep fried chips and sweet potato cookies and sweet potato pie.  And for the dogs, I made dehydrated sweet potato snacks.  They LOVE them!!!  I have given a bunch away.  I am not so much into eating them myself but I will dig them all day long.  It's like looking for buried treasure.  I did find a bit of a treasure during one dig.  A piece of a horse shoe.  Very old and rusty.  I have no idea how old it it or how long it had been buried in the field.  Maybe a piece of antebellum history.

The garden still has a few herbs in it and some lettuce.  The rest of the stuff I have pulled up, except the dead basil.  The cockers like to hide under it, so I will leave it til next year.

That's all from the farm.

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