Wednesday, July 25, 2012


MMMMMMMMMMM alphabetical skills have been lacking. Acronyms too. Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia

This is life folks. My husband Geoffrey is in Mercy Hospital in Redding with the above. It is a sneaky bugger, slow growing, by now more then a decade but who knew?

We eat well home grown, organic for the most part. We work hard with a herd of LaMancha dairy goats, chickens and such. But when my husband was young in New Jersey and each week the truck went through the neighborhood spraying a fog of DDT the parents encouraged the children to go "play" in the fog. It was the fifties who knew?

So maybe the take home from this is if it kills anything then it isn't good for anyone? I will try to keep blogging but some days between the farm and daily visits to the hospital it is hard to even keep eating.

This sharing isn't about "poor me, or poor us" it is sharing. Get up breath, one foot in front of the other and make it through the day. We are all human, all of us put our jeans on in the same fashion. Isn't it about time to take into consideration that we are all the same, down in the core?

Have a blessed evening with the ones you love!

A bit of love for you all.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Oregon shuffle

Trip made. Critters exchanged. Camera in truck. Pix and commentary later. Time for bed. Mark this space!

Monday, July 9, 2012

Pompier First in Heart 'n Barn

Poste de Pompier First In Heart 'N Barn
aka Spinner
October 13, 2000 - July 9, 2012

"Go rest high upon that mountain for your work on earth is through
Go to Heaven a shout'n  but for the Father and the Son"

Sunday, July 8, 2012

This is Sherman

We knew when we bought 42 acres for our farm we would need more help on the livestock guardian front. Spinner is almost 12 and not in good shape, in fact we don't expect her to make it through the summer.
So I began a search for a puppy. It was beginning to look rather hopeless. No one had a litter yet or they were crosses not 100% Pyrenees. Not to be confused with being registered. We just wanted a dog that was all Pyr. After having four of our own and fostering or transporting close to 100 we are head over heals with the breed.
Finally the breeders who sold us Spinner as a pup had a male to offer. Evidently the first offer had to back out due to family issues. 

Enter Pompier Magical Mystery Tour aka Sherman. He was then old enough to leave Mom but we had a few things in our way fencing and barns still to finish.Then it rained and rained we got woefully behind. Finally the end of January things were a go and plans were made for me to travel to White Dog Ranch in Potter Valley  That was to be early February. But the trip was not to be I fractured my patella (knee cap) three days before the trip. So the four month old puppy waited some more, sigh. 

Finally in early May I got the go ahead from my Dr. and I made the three hour trip to the ranch bringing home Sherman. 
He bears a resemblance to Spinner when she was a pup. But he is his own dog. He is a bit of a rascal I attribute  that to the "boy' parts.
And did I mention ? He climbs. Despite our best efforts Sherman defeats us and climbs over just about everything.So for now we have tossed in the towel. 

Every afternoon about 1 - 2 p.m. he climbs out of the yearling pasture and cruises. He visits Geoffrey in the garage and then does a drive by Spinner.

 She has always been an alpha bitch but now with her physical issues she tolerates no nonsense and our young "bucket head" gets his face "eaten" and he then goes over to lie down with the senior does who go out foraging daily.

Part of our plan in getting this daily escape to come to a halt is giving him a partner. In a week to two weeks I will pick up a 3 month old female from a friend in Oregon. We have high hopes supplying him with a buddy will be helpful in curbing his daily climb overs. Spinner was very happy for about 6 years with her partner Kingston(below with Claire on left and Emmy on right)  until his untimely passing. Crossing all that dangles the adverse effect won't happen, he teaches her his tricks. We still have 5 strand barbed wire for perimeter fencing around all the 42 acres. Not exactly Pyr. fencing but it will be a bit before we can afford to fence the perimeter with 47" field fencing . So cross your fingers and dew claws for us that the cute young thing from the great state of Oregon turns this California boys head!

Friday, July 6, 2012

Farmer's Market Day

One of the things that I have started since we got somewhat settled in is selling our eggs and goat milk soap at the Anderson Farmer's Mkt. on Thursday mornings from 7:30 am to 1 pm. I don't do a rousing business $$ wise every time but I do an amazing business otherwise. That would be the business of sharing. Sharing the whys and wherefores of sustainable living. I borrowed my status from my FB yesterday which explains a bit more.

This is my table at one of the first markets I attended. I have branched out and will get some new photos to share next week. I am a  member  of the Shasta Growers Association and plan on becoming involved in Mountain Growers Association also which will enable me to attend two other markets as we grow.

 Facebook Status 7/5/12

 My new read "Folks , This Ain't Normal" Joel Salatin, I love the whole deal family farm, pastured pork, chicken. Humane treatment of animals who give their all to feed us. My vision is getting food of this nature to people who need it but can't afford it because of the cost. This is why , one of the whys, I am at Farmers Mkt. in Anderson every Thursday. Yes I love selling my products but more so I love sharing the vision.
And while reading Joel Salatin's book tonight this caught my eye and I could relate to it . I love farming and here is what he has to say. "What do you do out there on the farm? If you don't go to a movie, don't get takeout, don't bar hop, don't spend most evenings at soccer games-what on earth is there to do?" Oh, let me tell you. Each morning I step out into dew-speckled pastures, each drop a rainbow-studded diamond adorning orchard grass, red clover, white clover, plantain, chicory-a whole salad bar bedazzled in morning's solar glory. I have thousand of expectant animals waiting for a fresh salad bar. They love me."

We aren't close to the level of Polyface Farm. But the vision is shared. If we can make a difference in the eating habits of one family each time we attend market then the day is a blessing , a gift to us and to them.

I come from a line of farmer's my mother's people. I sincerely believe there is a farming gene in the DNA make up . I got it or it got me, no matter. But when one receives a gift sharing it with others is what makes it special.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

                                             GOATS GO FORAGING


I am attempting to set aside some time each week to resurrect my blog. So much has happened since the move to our 42 acres of paradise in November of last year. All of the sudden it was kidding season and my life went into overdrive dairy goat style.

So check in occasionally, some of you do already, high hopes that by end of month I will be posting on a newly designed blog if not daily at least a few times a week. Our background is a photo of our wonderful view of Mt. Lassen out our "back yard".