On to Greener Pastures

My fellows finished CowNot fencing the north pasture, then reworked one section of fence to open a lane for passage from the original, mightily spring-nibbled pasture to the new, thereby increasing grazing space by more than 100%. If our CowNots were fainters, they would have fainted over the lush offerings in the lane. Instead, we were treated to a merry, melodious, choir of munch-munch-munching. Mayhap ya would have had to be there.

In the lane there's a play gym for the babies...

...and a CowNot patio

...where they can have cookouts or luaus
or whatever sorts of parties CowNots enjoy.

Happy Happy CowNots

Fear not, O land; be glad and rejoice: for the Lord will do great things. Be not afraid, ye beasts of the field: for the pastures of the wilderness do spring, for the tree beareth her fruit, the fig tree and the vine do yield their strength.
~Joel 2:21, 22

Bunnies

"You wanna see some baby bunnies?" Son3 asked as he walked through the back door, his t-shirt tail folded up to create a sling. When we put them on the kitchen table, we learned that they're already good and fast hoppers, so we all got pretty loud, and there were hands and arms flying like crazy as we recaptured them and put them in a box.

Aww, babies.

I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing. John 15:5

CarolineNot Cuisine

I launched a second blog today, CarolineNot Cuisine, and the link will always be present in the Places to Visit section of the sidebar.

The offerings are currently few, and I'm beginning with some of our traditional Thanksgiving feast fare. Since we really pork it up (or would that be turkey it up) at feast time, it may be a while before I've posted all those recipes and can move on to other family favorites.

But you're welcome to visit any time and see what we eat.

For the earth is the Lord's, and the fulness thereof. If any of them that believe not bid you to a feast, and ye be disposed to go; whatsoever is set before you, eat, asking no question for conscience sake. ~I Corinthians 10:26, 27

Bob Is Bilingual

I'm really, really sorry, but phenomena such as this must be reported.

Cousin Annie and I were talking this afternoon, and we'll just never let Miss Manners or Emily Post know a thing about this. Somehow the conversation deteriorated to the point that Cousin Annie confided in me that Bob -- remember Bob Dog?...snow bunny...carpet eater -- that Bob now knows the word "ooppay."

"Your dog knows Pig Latin?"

"Yeah! He's German, but he understands it."

Nice normal family

A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken. ~Proverbs 15:13

Look at Your Jeans

"Hey, look at your jeans."

It had taken about six weeks and several more washings to get them from him, because he just doesn't care if his pants don't puddle atop the vamps of his shoes. In fact, he doesn't care if his ankles are enjoying a breeze.

"I really like these jeans. Can't I keep them?"

Not wanting to damage the child and be blamed for every wrong decision he makes, every scrape he's had by the time he's 63 years old ["SHE TOOK MY JEANS!"], I conceded, telling him he wasn't to wear them in public.

But when it reached the point that snapping them at the waist created a labored breathing issue, he was ready to give them up. I washed them one more time and placed them in my closet...where apparently everything without a home decides to live. And that became a problem.

That was a problem, because I was wearing this sweater and thought those shoes would go seafoamy swell with the sweater. Wouldn't you agree?


I had to have the shoes, and they weren't in the shoe hanger. This meant they were somewhere on the floor, so it also meant I was going to have to dig to find them. In the process of digging, I set the sewing machine on the floor in the kitchen, which was simple enough, since my closet is in the kitchen. I lifted bags, moved crates, rifled across shelves, and came up with one shoe. One. Since I have two feet, and I wasn't in the mood to empty and reorganize my entire closet, I slammed my feet into a pair of loafers and gave up on the search...but not before I'd grabbed those jeans and tossed them onto the kitchen table.

"What are you doing?" asked Charles, when he happened upon the scene.

"I'm making a purse."

"Are you just making it up as you go?" he asked, as I turned the jeans first one way, then another, scissored here, sewed there, then would stare pensively at the results of each new snip and seam.

"Yep."

As I was unplugging the sewing machine and wrapping the cord, right on cue, Son4 came back into the house, taking a break from whatever it is Son4s do outdoors.

"Hey, look at your jeans."

But godliness with contentment is great gain. For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. And having food and raiment let us be therewith content. ~1 Timothy 6:6-8