Beautiful Days

Beautiful Days

The garden is over, as far as produce is concerned. The leaves are turning. School has started.

I gave the stubborn hormonal hen some eggs. This involved calling a friend. She collected eggs from her one laying hen. Goldie hatched all four of them like a supermom.

It’s apple picking time. We picked two of our own little trees so far, and a fallen tree for an older couple. Apple picking brings back memories of another year, when we picked apples with my Grandma, but that’s another post for another time.

The pumpkins came came in early this year at my house. After a hard rain my garden was water logged and I didn’t want to lose them to rot.

I had Dru carry them. The biggest ones were 50 pounds. How big would’ve they grown if I hadn’t picked them early? I wonder.

One of these kiddos favorite things s a picnic. Lunches on the lawn are a happy for them. However, lately they get more help from the dog, cat, and chickens, than is necessary. Havilah couldn’t figure out where her cookie went the other day. I’m pretty sure the dog enjoyed it.

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Musings of perimenopausal insomniac.

My man turned 43 yesterday. I’ve done the math a couple times and it’s always ending up the same. Yes. It’s 43. I actually managed to buy and wrap a present without asking him what he wanted. On time! Do we look like it? Sometimes I feel like the last ten years of our lives…

7/29/26

The confusion on the homestead concerning the ban on fairy flight has finally been cleared up. Something happened here on the farm on the day of summer solstice. I was not home that day as we were off to Cheney Lake that day with family, so I have had to glean my information from a…

7/20/26

“What do the fairies use fairy dust for anyway?” I asked the Night Gardener the other night. “It is used to dust anything about to ripen. All summer the fairies add color and sweetness to the fruits and vegetables. Stuff can ripen without but not as well or quickly. Sometimes it can be used to…

I’m Lisl

Herein lie the events, ponderings, people, and animals that make up the cacophony of our life.


Pictures of farm and family