Sunday, April 19, 2015

It has been a while....

....since I've posted anything on this page. It seems, truly, that life is indeed what happens while we are making other plans. In my case, and presumably many others', it is what happens while we are living!

I'm taking this opportunity to revitalize this page and discuss with you, gentle readers, what has become somewhat popular lately: essential oils.

While we could discuss the difference between brands, levels of purity and even the marketing of these life-giving products, I'm going to concentrate on everyday opportunities to incorporate oils in regards to boosting health and unique ways to use these oils in our homes and on our farms.

The simple fact is: life can get really complicated - if we let it. What my goal is, here, is to seek information and education alongside anyone who is interested in learning.

I've been interested in essential oils for a few years now but felt overwhelmed at all of the different types and brands. In the research I took the time to do over the last six months I came to the conclusion that support was very important.

Speaking of support, there is an upcoming Healthy Oil Summit, The Essential Oils Revolution, which I would like to invite you to register for if you are as interested in essential oils as I am.


The Essential Oils Revolution is an ONLINE and FREE event from May 11-18, 2015. You can watch it from any computer or mobile device that supports video. 

The summit begins on May 11, at 10 A.M. U.S. Eastern Time.


Important Things You’ll Learn About Essential Oils:

·         Understand what essential oils are and why they are popular today

·         Why essential oils are nature’s BEST medicine

·         How to use essential oils safely and effectively

·         Tips for regaining control of your health with essential oils

·         Pain and stress remedies using essential oils

·         Culinary uses for essential oils

·         How to use essential oils for high performance health

·         Essential oils for animal aromatherapy

Join me, won't you?



Thursday, June 13, 2013

Come On Over

Farming seems to be taking up most of my time, so I would like to cordially invite you over to the farm page. There isn't much farmhousewifery or housekeeping going on, so come on in the gate - and get some dirt under your nails....

http://hope-farms.blogspot.com/2013/06/cant-write-too-nice-out-must-garden.html

Monday, April 22, 2013

School Work

The next couple weeks are going to be hectic - starting two farmers' markets within one week of one another and final papers, quizzes, exams and presentations are coming due.

Here is the paper I just finished for my Social Problems class - enjoy!




Paper or Plastic: Our Disposable Society
            In the course of a week the kitchen garbage cans all over America fill up once, maybe twice, and get thrown out to “the trash,” wherever that is. The majority of individuals never handle the garbage much more than lugging the 13 gallon twist-tied bag from the kitchen to the curb at which point it gets hoisted by the arm of a garbage truck and dumped out into the compactor. In 2010 alone, after burning or recycling solid waste, America still had 136 million tons of garbage to contend with. It is important to discuss this because our resources are finite and at the current level of growth, our environment is suffering, and in turn, we are too.
            In one morning alone, the average consumer in the U.S. might take a tube of toothpaste out of its box, use one paper plate, a Styrofoam cup and lid, two paper napkins, one gum wrapper, two bottles of water and one plastic fork. Add to this list the remainder of the day’s garbage and multiply it by 315,718,000 – the approximate population in America as of 2012 – that’s a lot of solid waste to contend with. It is all going into the earth, into the air, and into the water – three essential things we need to survive.
            We can blame the pollution on capitalism, which “demands the pursuit of profit,” created primarily after the Industrial Revolution, which “changed everything by replacing muscle power with combustion engines that burn fossil fuels such as coal and oil.” (Macionis 424, 433) And we could certainly point fingers at the development of technology. What is most clearly to blame, though, is the attitude of consumerism within our society.
            It isn’t difficult to see that our world is changing fast, and not for the better. While one might believe that the technological advances of today’s society have made life better, it has also made the earth rebel. Global warming, acid rain, the vanishing rain forests, loss of biodiversity, water and air pollution are major problems. While Al Gore’s “The Inconvenient Truth,” gave many a good political chuckle, it bears watching again. It is not someone else’s problem – it is ours together.
            The structural functional theory regarding environmental issues takes the perspective that the damage to our ecosystem is a symptom of society’s attitude toward the earth and resources. Our use of technology, our culture, and the thread of social patterns connect the function of society and the environmental problems that we have created.
Opposing this view is the social conflict analysis – they believe that the inequality in society is to blame for the damage in our environment. Their point is that a minimal number of individuals and groups have the power to fix the problems but instead the consequences are most felt by the poor.
            The rich are to blame, Macionis says, “It is the people in rich countries who consume most of Earth’s resources and who generate most air, water, and land pollution. In other words, not only do we maintain our affluent way of life by exploiting poor in low-income countries, but we poison the world’s air and water in the process.” (433)  The Marxist class-conflict theory states that what is needed is “a more equitable distribution of the world’s existing wealth among all its people, which would achieve greater social justice and better preserve the natural environment.”(433) Some say that the rich will have to do the most changing in regards to reducing waste, living more sustainably, and conserving.
            Whether rich or poor, there are many ways to become more sustainable. If we choose to make small changes, each one can add up to make a big difference. The reality is that our attitudes about the preservation of our environment has to become, as the text states, “ecocentric” as opposed to “egocentric.” Here are a few ideas:
  • ·         Recycle, repurpose, re-use
  • ·         Conserve; electricity, water, and other natural and technological resources
  • ·         Drive less (this is a multi-purpose step – saving tires, fuel, and reducing air pollution)
  • ·         Plan meals – eat at home, and use dishes instead of paper, plastic and Styrofoam products
  • ·         Consume less – do you really need that new iPhone cover? Or that pair of Nike shoes?

Although it seems like common sense to many, reducing, re-using, and recycling will not come naturally to some. Our culture has created an upcoming generation that has never used a telephone book, library system, public transportation, or payphone. It would be easy to say that equal distribution of wealth would solve many environmental challenges today, but realistically, it starts with one. Your home. My home. Your friends’ homes. Call it a pay-it-forward campaign for the earth.
      In light of Earth Day, this paper won’t be printed. It will be kept on a tiny flash drive, made of plastic, incidentally, and kept for years to come. Creating an “ecologically sustainable culture, a way of life that meets the needs of the present generation without threatening the environment for future generations,” will be the most important job I have as a mother, wife and steward of the earth. What happens in this home will affect future generations in a positive way. The ripple effect, although it may be slow and near-reaching, exists from this corner of the environment. Rich or poor, we will solve immediate environmental problems here, and learn from our mistakes. No more plastic utensils or Styrofoam cups. We’ll use our mason jars, milk our goat, and grow our gardens as big as we can. Preserving not only the earth, and our harvests, but a way of life, cultivating respect and a cleaner piece of land than when we found it.
      No, that won’t fix the air, the water, or the ever-increasing population issues but ignoring it on a societal level won’t either. It starts with ourselves, then as we learn and grow we get involved in policy-making, support conservation efforts, and eventually, our ripple reaches farther out. No immediate solution is plausible. But remember, the word impossible itself says, “I’m Possible,” and so is a sustainable lifestyle, even if begun in the smallest of ways.
      Keep going past the drive through, bring your own water in a BPA-free container, and pack a lunch – then pay-it-forward. “Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,
Nothing is going to get better. It's not.” Dr. Suess. 


Wednesday, April 10, 2013

It's quiet in here

And that is because, in true farmhousewife field-mouse fashion, I've been spending all of my time over at Hope Farms, the Farmers' Market (well, okay, not really on the site, but as the market manager I've been preparing for our opening day on April 18), and of course, I'm busy with school. This semester is full of General Biology 112, American Women's Studies, Sociology of the Family and of course, Social Problems.

It's all good. Eddie and the weeds are growing neck and neck and Ed has this place rivaling the Disneyland of Farmville.



We had fun on Easter Sunday - a relaxing (overcast, though) day - we colored eggs, I hid them and Eddie pretended to be surprised when he found them (all in a 40' radius).



The bunny is out with the chickens the goat is producing milk (yes, I said goat) and everyone on the farm is enjoying spring.

How's life in your neck of the woods?

Cheers!

p.s. come on over to the Farm Blog where I've been pontificating and philosophizing about life and farming and chasing dreams. It'll be fun they said. You'll love it they said. They weren't wearing flip flops in the cow pasture, were they?

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Doggone

She's hairy, and dusty, and she sometimes walks so close to me I can't see her in my shadow. Once in a while, her stick-to-me glue gets on my nerves. But she's mine.


She came to me through Craigslist. We've been together since August of 2009. Once in a while I get wistful for a Corgi, or a Basset Hound, or a Shetland Sheep Dog, or a Labrador, or a Mini-Australian Shepherd, or a Blue Heeler/ACD, but I'm pretty happy with my Border Collie.



She thinks she is the boss, she tries to herd children, ducks, chickens, pigs, cows, and goats if you let her. Mostly she takes her "job" of protecting her territory very seriously.


She's quirky. She has one blue eye, and the other eye is 3/4 black and 1/4 blue, which makes her look cross-eyed sometimes. She hates baths and loves popcorn. She sleeps on my feet and is the first to greet me when I come home and open the gate.

Meet Sam.

Friday, February 8, 2013

Unwrapping the Gift of Today


After just one cup of coffee I’m dreaming of sneaking off to the greenhouse - instead of doing dishes and organizing the chaotic mess that is the pantry - where the early morning sun slants in through the glass and begins to warm the day. I can hear the birds singing outside, after a night of rain, they seem much more vibrant and active than usual. I suppose most things feel refreshed after a rain. The grass reaches up, the roots reach down, and all things are in order. 

"All is well," I often see – in notes from my sister, and my mom, and the random new friends I have met in this journey of late. It really is the time spent – the conversation, the eye contact, the shaking hands and saying, “I’m glad I had the chance to meet you,” - that is the most important. 




The take-away from these thoughts about doing what you want to do as opposed to doing what you should do is, "don't be afraid."

Time spent in the greenhouse, listening to the birds, relishing relationships and hearts – this is all what life’s biggest gift is to us. We choose to leave it wrapped or we unwrap it. Sometimes that last part gets messy, and we don’t always clean it up right away, but if we don’t unwrap our gift, how can we give the gift of our hearts to the next individual that needs it? 




Are you afraid to open your gifts?

My mom once shared a little story with me and I’ll paraphrase it to you: Once upon a time, God met me in heaven. As we stood in a hallway there were several doors. He asked me to open one of the doors closest to me. I did. From that room came the most brilliant, but serene, light I had ever seen. Every color imaginable enveloped packages, from tiny to enormous, with all kinds of transcendent coverings, with ribbons and adornments. They all looked so inviting! I turned to Him with a puzzled look in my eyes and he said, “My child, those are all of the gifts you were given, but did not open. They cannot be used to bless others now.”




So the moral of the story is: sneak off to the greenhouse, listen to the birds, soak up the sun, take all of the beauty in, spend that gift, so it can shine back out through you. All is truly well. Or, it can be. Rest in Him. Open your gifts. Pass it on. 

When you unwrap your gifts, you feel good, and when you feel good, you naturally bless others - it's nearly without notice - that's when you send the message to others, "all is well."



Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Busy Human Doing or Human Being...

Tick tock, tick tock - that's the sound of time, taunting and teasing in its ever-so-almost silent way.  Hours speed by, minutes lost on seconds and then, it it time to get up and do it all again.

This post is a glimpse into what I'm doing. Focusing on the long term of what I will be when I grow up.

This is my sixth semester of studies at the local community college and will graduate in May with an associates degree.  I'm pleased with the coursework I have done, and have the GPA to prove my diligence and great effort: 3.69.  I believe returning to school as a mature adult is an advantage - and when I first registered, my English Literature instructor told me as much.  Her classes were my favorite; the most difficult but the most rewarding.  In addition to English Literature, I took a "Writing at Work" class that gave me valuable experience in the do's and don'ts of professionalism. 60+ credits later, I now know what I do NOT want to do.

What will I do with an associate's degree? The plan is to continue my undergraduate studies and study psychology. In a wild epiphany - last November - I realized what it is I've always wanted to do, so I'm laying the foundation for actually doing it. I want to work with horses and humans - kids and adults alike.



Meanwhile, my service as an AmeriCorps VISTA continues - my work centers around an old farmhouse on just over seven acres that is owned by a town in the geographical center of the state of North Carolina and through two grants, it was rehabilitated and given a purpose to be a heritage center, teaching heritage crafts and skills of a bygone era.  Also, the house hosts an indoor marketplace with locally produced goods, art, pottery, sustainably raised farm meats and eggs.  While this project takes up most of my time, another puzzle of my work schedule fits with the County's exclusive "growers only" farmers' market, where I volunteer as market manager.

Home is as busy as work and school combined, the pigs, chickens, rabbit, guinea pig, ducks, cows, horses, dogs and cat all need attention, nutrition, water, shelter and their quality of life is important to us - so we work hard to maintain their respective living areas that give them a sense of safety, comfort and contentment. My husband keeps the lawn mowed, the waterers cleaned and filled, the manure picked up and composted, and fixes things almost constantly.

Laundry piles up (clean AND dirty), dishes await their washing, and supper always needs to be planned, made and leftovers put up.

We've made the decision to homeschool our seven-year old son, this year also, he is in the first grade. He reads like a third and fourth grader and completes his studies well. There are a great many advantages to homeschooling, and some not-so-great things.

Sigh.  It's just the beginning of another really busy season but mostly I'm grateful to be able to work and study, to live on a small-timey farm and to look back at how far we've come in the five years since we've moved here is awesome.  (have a gander at some posts from 2007, 2008 and 2009....)

I haven't time to post a picture, it's time to get the lad out of the tub and fold some laundry.  It's a good thing I'm a bit hard of hearing, or that tick tock might just worry me.  I can't hear it.  A rhythm all its own is influencing my movements - at a fast pace - but all worth it.

Friday, January 11, 2013

{this moment]



{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.


Inspired by this blog and, ultimately, this blog.




Sunday, December 23, 2012

{this moment}




{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.


Inspired by this blog and, ultimately, this blog.


And yes, I realize it is not Friday, but I was so inspired, I could not resist.

Monday, December 17, 2012

Merry Christmas





Merry Christmas






From our house to yours, may your season be bright, filled with peace, and aglow with the warmth of love.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Who doesn't love a Before & After?

I know I do! So, let's get right to it.


July 2007 - just a mere five months after moving in...
and another...

humble beginnings; salvaged chairs given a seat and paint job....

So much history in and behind this door...

On the outside looking in...
So  many people who buy old houses start the process by replacing the leaky old windows.  We knew that a lot of the value in an old house IS those leaky old lead-filled glass panes and their wood sills.  We chose to keep them.  Sometimes, in January and February I cuss at them.  But most of the time I like the way they look.


Well, Welcome Home! Let the fun begin!
And so it began...
Next time on farmhousewife TV we'll tell the story of "How We Chose Our House Paint Colors!"

Coming along...
And, she is finished.  My husband, Captain Strong-Arms scraped, primed, and put two coats on this old girl all by himself.  He's my hero.


Organized Chaos

Usually, I can't stop myself from saying whatever is on my mind, but lately - I've been a bit subdued.  I was about to use the word "normal" in a sentence, but I wonder if everyone here shares my philosophy that the word is a setting on the dryer?

We are gathered here today to talk about my muse.  Er, uh - ahem, the lack thereof of my muse.

See, when time gets tight, I tend to focus on the must haves in life, like clean laundry, food, clean dishes, oh, and my little side gig - called full time work and school.  But less inspiration crosses the threshold of this wanna-be-creative farmhousewife.  Which causes farmhousewife-withdrawals.  It's not pretty, folks.

On Sunday, I carefully planned my time according to allotments of necessary chores and schoolwork said 'to hell with it' and re-arranged the entire living room which had not been touched in well over 9 months.   At first it was the gigantic lop-eared over-sized dust-bunnies that disgusted me.  As I moved furniture about, I dusted, swept, then mopped. Once the cleanliness began, then, I experienced the strong motivation to create beauty around me.  I sweated whirled about, changing the red slip-cover on the heavy couch, fluffed and punched pillows, arranged magazines and what-nots on the coffee table, angling the furniture just-so,  for a close and intimate feel, but still handy to watch the monster-in-the-room television if that were to strike a fancy.

At the time, I didn't realize this was the drive I was experiencing, as it felt more PMS-related and the fact that the house did not have 7 year old and 44  year old feet tracking mud throughout (they were on a road-trip!).  But later, as I was done, and sat down with a bowl of chicken-n-dumplings I looked around and felt peaceful.  Why, all of the sudden did I feel so much better?  So much more ready to sit for hours on end and stare into an extra-large biology book, pretending to know how many charged atoms, protons, neurons and nuclei are in a molecule of minuscule proportion.

It was because I got my muse back.

My point is; when I feel out of control it helps to create beauty, therefore re-organizing the chaos in my mind and my living room.  Beauty comes in many forms; food, home, garden, and I aim to find more time for it.  It re-inspires me.

I didn't ace the biology quiz by the way, but now I have a really nice space to retreat to when the going gets.........normal.

*no photos, I know...b o r i n g.... let me get some snapped when I get home later today and I'll upload.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Speechless Studying Saturday

Since I am in school and working full-time, I do not have a lot of time for blogging.  So I bring you this speechless Studying Saturday  in pictures.  Enjoy!

Four O'Clocks

Catawba Tree Blooms

Hattie and friends

Spencer, the Skin Horse

At Wit's End - a nice place to be


Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Pigs Will Be Pigs

We raise our pigs in a wooded dirt lot.

They seem to enjoy it.

They have "waller" or big muddy pond-like place to cool off.

Lots of dirt to "root" in - and lots of roots, too!

They're stinkin' cute.  They stink and they're cute.

They enjoy each other's company.

They love doing this!

Pigs will be pigs.


Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Falling in love, again and again.

If you've ever read "The Velveteen Rabbit" by Margery Williams, you'll recognize the nickname for gentleman in the photo above: the Skin Horse. Partly because of how 'real' he is, and partly because of his color: Buckskin, is how the nickname came about.

He's not mine, no.  But I love him like he is.  This mature and gentle being belongs to my mom. His name is Spencer.

25 years ago, he looked like this:

His mom's name was J.B. and I would lounge on her uncomfortable back for as long as Lori would let me, just to bury my hands in that mane, lean close to her neck and smell that lovely scent of dirt, and "horse," which is an unforgettable smell.

His dad was named Diamond Eyes, a well known APHA (American Paint Horse Association) sire and Halter Performance horse:


When he was born, he didn't have any white markings on him, so the breeder put him up for sale immediately.  In the mid-to late-eighties paint horses were all the rage, and the more white coloring they had, the better.  According to the show circuit anyway.  



The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it.

"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.

"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

"I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled.

"The Boy's Uncle made me Real," he said. "That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always."
The Rabbit sighed. He thought it would be a long time before this magic called Real happened to him. He longed to become Real, to know what it felt like; and yet the idea of growing shabby and losing his eyes and whiskers was rather sad. He wished that he could become it without these uncomfortable things happening to him. 

 In late November of 2009, Spencer, along with April, came all the way from southern California to North Carolina to live at Hope Farms.  Since then, I have fallen in love, again and again with the Skin Horse.


Lately, he's been known to teach me a thing or three, especially about trust, and every time I am around him I feel more comfortable in my own skin.  

At 25, and being from California, he doesn't keep his "topline," meaning, the roundness of a younger, more fit horse and I worry about him keeping his weight on, especially in the summer time.  The humidity of these NC summers are difficult for him, but I'm hoping that he adapts more and more every year.  

I no longer think of 25 as being "old" for a horse.  He has become. And he's helping me to do the same.

Thanks for sharing him, Mom.










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