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Thursday evening our goat Widget had her kid!  We named her Morisot (more-iss-o), after the female painter Berthe Morisot, who painted in the 1800s.

We thought Widgie would be having triplets, or at least twins, since she had triplets last time and she was very large, but she just had one little girl.

Happy Earth Day!


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Hello!  Happy late Earth Day!

Well, it’s been a while…

We sold our calf.  We sold her to some friends who live about 20 minutes away, so we can go visit her whenever we want.  Meg, her mom, mooed all night after we sold her.  It was a sleep deprived night for all and I’m sure our neighbors like us even less than they did before.

Our brood hen, Runner, now has chicks!  Her eggs didn’t hatch, so yesterday, we got six bantam chicks from my friend.  She has too many chicks to raise anyway, so she was really happy to have six less.  We put the chicks under Runner and she took them.  When they are old enough, we’ll give them back to my friend, which is fine, because we don’t need anymore chickens.

It’s been a beautiful day today.  We have lots of flowers blooming-daffodils, tulips, hyacinths, plum tree and cherry tree.  Not to mention all the other trees that are flowering, such as sassafras, maple and ironwood.

We’ve been making lots of art, writing and reading (Harry Potter for the first time!) and gardening.  Our vegetable garden is looking good.  We have planted peas, onions, carrots, turnips, kale, mache, escarole and mustard mix.  Also been digging out hordes of Jerusalem artichokes.  I swear, those are the most invasive things ever!!

I can’t say that I anticipate posting more.  I’m trying to spend as little time on the computer as I can, so maybe once a month, maybe less.


Here are some pictures I’ve taken:

Gandhi Peace Greeting


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My mom used to be the director of children’s ministries at our church for a few years when I was younger.  Every Sunday in Sunday School, we would all say the Gandhi Peace Greeting.  Yesterday I was trying to remember how it goes, so I looked it up and decided to post it here.

“I offer you peace.
I offer you love.
I offer you friendship.
I see your beauty.
I hear your need.
I feel your feelings.
My wisdom flows from the highest Source.
I salute that Source in you.
Let us work together. For unity and peace.”

Mahatma Gandhi

Dicey’s Song


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I just finished reading Dicey’s Song by Cynthia Voigt.  I would like to post a few quotes from chapter 7:

“‘….I got to thinking-when it was too late-you have to reach out to people.  To your family too.  You can’t just let them sit there, you should put your hand out.  If they slap it back, well you reach out again if you care enough.  If you don’t care enough, you forget about them, if you can.  I don’t know, girl.'”

That was Dicey’s grandmother speaking to Dicey.

Now, on the next page:

“‘….And I’m sorry, the way it turned out.  Because somebody’s slapped your hand back good and hard.  But I don’t want you to stop reaching, just because it didn’t come out the way it should have.'”

That was still Dicey’s grandmother.

A bit further down that page she says:

“‘I took him-in the nature of an experiment.  You know? I wondered if I could.  I like him, don’t you?’

‘Sure,’ Dicey said.  ‘We all do.  But that’s why you told him how poor we are.’

‘You don’t go reaching out with your hand closed up,’  Gram said.  ‘It worked out all right this time.’

Dicey thought.

‘It took me so long to learn,’ Gram explained.  ‘I’d like you to have more of a head start.'”


I love when she says “you don’t go reaching out with your hand closed up.”  That’s the main reason I posted all this.  I had to post a bunch so it would make sense, but that part and the first part about reaching out is really what I wanted to quote.

Think about it.  Really think about it.  The more you do, the better it gets.


The quotes are all from chapter 7 of Dicey’s Song, by Cynthia Voigt.

Matthew 25:31-45


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Please read this section from Matthew.

31 “When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will sit on his glorious throne. 32 All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate the people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. 33 He will put the sheep on his right and the goats on his left.

34 “Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. 35 For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’

37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’

40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’

41 “Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. 42 For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, 43 I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.’

44 “They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’

45 “He will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’




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My friend was saying that many of her family members voted for Trump.  She said that she doesn’t think less of them, or not like them because of this. She said that many people say that Trump supporters are stupid, dumb, or evil people.  She said that that makes her very sad.

This makes me sad as well.

My mother has said that Trump supporters are dumb.

I have thought less of people who voted for Trump.

Trump supporters are just expressing their opinion.  Even though these opinions are rather racist, sexist and generally not good.  They have a right to their views, just like people who didn’t vote for Trump.

We need to respect them for the humans they are.  We need to respect their views.  We would not be happy if people called us stupid because we have the views that we do.  So we need to think, would we like it if someone called us stupid?

Calling Trump supporters stupid is along the lines of what Trump himself would call non-Trump people.  We don’t want to be like Trump, right?

At least I don’t…

So love.

Love is the way through this.

Love the people who are targeted by Trump.  Love the people who are scared.  Love the your friends and family.  Above all, love the people you don’t agree with.  Trump supporters included.

A challenge?


But try.

You can’t say that something is impossible until you have thoroughly tried it.

More Books!! :-D


If you haven’t noticed…I write a list of books when I don’t know what else to write about.

So here is a list of some good books I’ve been reading:

The Book Thief by Marcus Zusak

For Freedom: The Story of A French Spy by Kimberly Brubaker Bradley

Little White Duck: A Childhood in China by Na Liu and Andres Vera Martinez

The Witch’s Boy by Kelly Barnhill

The Feast Day by Edwin Fadiman Jr.

The White Stag by Kate Seredy (all her books are amazing)

The Astronomer & the Witch: Johannes Kepler’s Fight For His Mother by Ulinka Rublack

Wordsworth and Coleridge Lyrical Ballads: 1798 and 1802 publiched by Oxford



Anna Deavere Smith


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I just finished reading Anna Deavere Smith’s book letters to a young artist.  I really, really liked it.  There is a quote I would like to share from the second to last letter, entitled The World Is Your Lab:

“As you go on this journey, BZ, I cannot promise safety.  I can try to help bring you to a kind of artistic leadership.  And that calls not for safety, but resilience, and breaking molds when you can.  It calls for absorbing this fractious world, absorbing it, sifting through it in your dreams, in your subconscious, in less than obvious ways, and giving it back to a viewer or an audience so that they see the cover of the newspaper differently.”


I think this quote really sums up her message of the book.  And I think it’s really what being an artist-of any kind-is.



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Whoa.  It’s really hard for me to believe that it’s already 2017.  I can remember last January so clearly!

Anyway, a brand new year.  What will come this year?  Brand new opportunities, brand new insights, joys, imaginings and changes.  Hope fully those changes will be mostly for the good…

Here, it was gloriously sunny and in the mid 40’s.  A great start to the new year.

I love the new year, January is so nice because you have the entire year ahead of you!  It’s so new!  That’s what’s so inspiring.

This morning, I sneezed.   My mom said “bless you” and I thought, my first sneeze of the year and the first time my mom said “bless you” to me.  Weird thing to think, probably.  😛

This morning I started out doing two loads of dish washing!  Which I never do. I think it was a good productive start to the day. 🙂

Happy 2017!