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Mom & Daughter aprons

Not for me.  I don't think my boy's would appreciate matching butterfly aprons.  But I know someone who would ~ my sister in law and my niece.
When they were here last, my darling niece (who's 4) mentioned that she needed a butterfly apron while we were mixing up some cookies.  Well, I wouldn't want to deny that, would I?  I mean, she is just so cute! Then I saw this great fabric on clearance.  It was meant to be.

My nieces' apron has an appliqued butterfly on the front.

And a little embroidered tag with her inital at the waist.
Her mom's has a double pocket with a cute little tag made from the fabric label.

Matching mom & daughter aprons ~ just in time for Mother's Day.
and here she is: pretty as a butterfly.

Patience, Sam.

Homeschooling is winding down for the year. All but a few subjects are completed.  The weather is nice and we all have spring fever making it hard to concentrate.  Sammie's impatient with the whole situation...

What to do on a "no wind" day

"No wind" days in Oklahoma are few and far between.  You must make the most of them.  On our farm, there are two choices for me:

  Painting. Yeah! I like painting and there is always something to paint around here.  I mean, have you seen how much white fence we have?  But it just rained and everything is still wet. :(

Or...

Cleaning the chicken coop.  Yuck!  I hate that job but they are my chickens.  Why a "no wind" day for cleaning the coop?  Well, have you ever had chicken poop dust fly in your face?  It's a girly girl's worst nightmare!  So until I invest in a hazmat suit, I will have clean the coop on the "nowind" days, like today.

That mean's everyone out even the little chicks.  They are getting so big!  What better day to discover the wonders of the chicken yard.
 This one's not so sure about it.
Out you go.
Once down the ramp, they happily pecked around.  They especially liked the cracked corn that the pigs spilled through the fence.

Rejoicing in the rain

No one wishes for rain on Easter morning ~ except us.  You see, we haven't had rain on our farm in over 60 days.  60!  It was so dry.  When you live in a neighbhorhood and can turn on a sprinkler, you never get truly desperate for rain.  But with horses and cattle whose lives depend on pasture grass, we were desperate. However, God provides in big ways and small ways. This Easter morning we are rejoicing in the rain!

Saturday Evening Post

A glimpse into the lives of the people who live in the Little Red Farmhouse. Sort of like eves dropping. It will be a quote or conversation. It may be funny. It may be sweet. Maybe a little sad. But it will always be true. We'll see if it resonates with you.



This week at the dinner table:
Youngest brother: "What are these little bubbles in my soup."
Mom: "That's the oil from the chicken.  You know, water and oil don't mix, right?"
Science geek brother: "Would you like me to explain exactly why?"
Middle brother: "Please, no."
Mom (knowing that this will be a very detailed and drawn out explanation): "I'm satisfied to know simply that they don't mix."
Science geek: "Uneducated simpletons."

*I have taught him everything I know and now he knows more than me.  Ugh!*

Easter deviled eggs

Deviled eggs are a must at Easter so why not color them?
Just dye the egg whites after you remove the yolks.  Drop them in a glass of 1/2 cup of water with 4 drops of food coloring.  Red dye makes a brilliant pink.  Blue and purple take a little extra time.  All of them need to soak for about 10 minutes ~ just enough time to whip up the devilish filling.  My secret to a great filling ~ a dab of horseradish with mayo & pickle relish.  Devilishly good!

Oh, and I almost forgot... a cookie scoop is the perfect tool for filling those pretty eggs.

Kicking up their heels

It's always the cool misty days like today when the horses get frisky.

The boys raced around the pasture kicking and bucking.

At times it almost looked like a syncronized dance.

Even little Cowboy was kicking up his heels.

Meet Sally Holmes

She's a rose.

Actually, there are two of them ~  twins welcoming you into my flower garden.

They are classified as a shrub rose but can be excellent climbers too.  I'm hoping they will canopy over the entrance someday.
I love how they start out with tiny apricot buds

that open slowly while turning the palest pink

and finally end up as showstopping single petals in creamy white.

Now aren't you glad to meet Sally?  She's my favorite.  Bet you would like her in your garden too.

Fly free, V


One of the hardest things for a falconer to do is release his bird.  Our oldest son is an apprentice falconer and trapped and trained his first falcon a year and a half ago.  Yesterday, he let him go to be a free raptor again. 
It's amazing how a wild raptor can find it's way into your hand,

your heart, and your home. 

However, he was never a pet.  He was our son's companion and hunting partner. 

They learned a lot together. 
He taught him to sit on his hand. 
Return to the glove.
Hunt for starlings.
There were parts about his stay that I could have lived without...  the mouse defrosted in my microwave,  dead birds thawing in the mudroom sink, and of course messes (where they shouldn't be) that let me know there was a falcon in the farmhouse.
Through it all, Viator became part of the family.  But what comes out of the wild must go back to it.  He deserves to be free.

Fly free, V  And as we said farewell (he's on the power pole in the distance)
the sky welco

Saturday Evening Post

A glimpse into the lives of the people who live in the Little Red Farmhouse. Sort of like eves dropping. It will be a quote or conversation. It may be funny. It may be sweet. Maybe a little sad. But it will always be true. We'll see if it resonates with you.

Picture this:  The wind is blowing 40 mph sustained with gusts up to 60.  My sweet husband takes off of work to finish planting our 21 trees.  Soooo, 19 trees done and I lean down to help move dirt into the hole and say "I'll put the dirt in the hole on this one."  A few seconds later, I stand to my feet and announce to the rest of my family "Someone else is going to have to do it, I'm getting dirt in my face." 

I MAY WANT TO BE A FARM-GIRL BUT FIRST AND FOREMOST I'M A GIRL!

Dirt bath

Ok, girls, the chicken scratching has gone too far!  Don't you know I plant flowers in there?  Where's the mum that was living in that pail?  You ate it didn't you?

Free ranging felons will be confined to the coop!

Outback's blue cheese wedge salad

Have you ever had it?  It's wonderful!  I had a little taste of my husband's a few weeks ago and the next day, I had to have more. So we figured out how to make it at home.  I have made it several times since then.  You've gotta try this one!


wedges of iceberg lettuce
bacon pieces
tomatoes
chopped red onion
crumbled blue cheese ~ the more the better
sea salt
and for the dressing...
balsalmic vinegar mixed with lots of sugar

Careful, this one's addictive as well as pretty! Pair it with chicken on the barbie and you've got yourself a great spring meal.

I also tried a copy cat recipe of their Brown Bread.  It was good but not the real deal.  I'll have to work on that one.


"Let's stay Inback tonight."

Coming up roses

Just look at those buds.  They're loaded!
This shrub rose is already blooming.
The catmint is going crazy! 
 And here's my very first iris.
 This purple salvia bloomed all summer last year.  I can't believe it's already so pretty.
 You may not know it but last year was my first year to have a cottage garden.  I've never grown perennials before.  It's awfully hard to tell which are weeds and which are flowers when they spring up.  I've made a few mistakes cleaning out already.  Oops!  There are still lots of bare spots (too ugly to show you).  I'll have to fill in those areas.

The strawberries are also coming back well. This one has a tiny bloom.
And the chickens, well, they are always ready to help me work the blackberry patch.

The boys are back in town

We brought home the little bucks. Joe with a little Cream
Dill's Little "Joe" Cartwright
 and Dill's XM Merlin aka Cream (we're sticking with the coffee theme) They are beautiful buck kids and boy do they come from good milking lines!  I am super excited about these guys.
While at my breeder's dairy, there was a kidding.  It was a difficult one.  I put on the gloves too and got to feel the baby before it was born.  What an experience! Then it was on to watch disbudding, shots, tatooing, and worming.  I even got to try my hands at milking, managing to only get a few squirts into the pail and the rest all over the room.  It was like a morning of dairy goat boot camp.I loved it!