Mossy stump on a damp morning
The idea and the title for the snapshot post comes from Joan at For the Love of a House, a beautiful blog that chronicles an inspirational and exceptionally thoughtful renovation of an antique farmhouse in New Hampshire.
Joan also has an affection for tree fungi, or, as she calls them, “conks.”
Sunday morning, this arrived at the farm.
And with it came these.
Soon, there was lots of this.
And a whole bunch of this.
By Monday evening (yes, that means this exercise in lumberjacking went on for a full two days), we had this.
Hello, crackling fires on cold winter nights
A huge thanks to Matt’s Dad for all of his work, time, equipment and expertise. He took down the tree on our first weekend and then came back to help us finish the job–and do battle with two huge stumps. End result is three rows of wood, each about 16 feet long, 5 feet high, and all of it cut, split and stacked.
I love my father-in-law’s wood splitter. You might say we cheated and didn’t do it the way a real farmer would. I say it’s magic. The best invention ever.
Morning mist across the back fields
I love the look of misty mornings in the country, and this past weekend we had a great one.
And across the front field
So nice to see a misty morning across my own fields.
We’ll see what this weekend brings. Wishing everyone a great one.
I went to the feed mill after work today.
I was wearing my red dress, gold flats, dangly pearl earrings, navy trench complete with colourful silk scarf and carrying my sequined Coach purse. There may have even been panty hose involved.
Yes, that is Ralph one of our barn cats eyeing my Coach purse.
I don’t think I have this farmer thing down yet.
Oh well, at least I wasn’t wearing the leopard print wedges I usually pair with this dress.
Home on 129 Acres 