Royal's Farm and Jurneez End Farm 2013 - back dated ...sorry

Well, It's been a long time and a dear friend reminded today about blogging.....Thank You Diana ...... So there have been several updates and I will first post about Freddie Greenwell. He was my first love and mentioned in an earlier post, but today I will post some pictures of the farm......the blueberry bushes are another year older now, this was last year. 633 bushes. The logging truck has done logging on all points of the property......presently for sale.....we've done our work.... and then there's the equipment that runs the farm......

I'll add some pics of the dogs as well, after all, they keep the spirits going as far as I can tell. Royce is the black and white Border Collie, - he herds everything, and when it's time to drive out back to the back field, he stares at the truck tires,- at the moment they turn he's off...... Wiry, a fast runner and smart. The Big Gray and White, well, that's Shiitake. He's a Old English Sheep Dog, different from a Border Collie in about 1000 ways. He's likes to stick close to humans and lumbers around.....he watches out for ya....he's a pal.

Always busy but now that we are experiencing the bloom of our lives we are thinking on selling the farm and relax a little more. It has orchards of fruit and nut trees, crops fields, river frontage, small pond and 3 wells. That's a good start as well as being organic.....Then we'll miss it.....perplexing isn't isn't.....and jurneez (lower case) Farm...still kickin.
Always busy, but what would life be if we were't busy. Satisfaction at days end is the souls blessing ....

Small Town Living and Chores

My persistence goes on following up on a multitude of projects I have yet to do and it seems Fall is closing in quickly. Does this sound familiar? I rise in the morning with gratitude that I could....I first attack my list before the mid-day heat. Wandering out to the hummingbird feeders to wash and fill....starts out good. Along the way I see the step ladder left out, grabbed it to put away, turn around, head further out, saw the wagon right side up, turned it over, headed out again, saw the brush pile had dried, broke it up for burning, headed out (again to the feeders)....saw the shed doors open...on the way to the doors I saw rocks, on the small wall, out of place in the garden.....I relocate the flat rock and to my surprise, the hornets I tried to negotiate with last month would have no part of their rock being moved...they won...I got stung....no more negotiations.....and continued to shed doors...closed them, headed out.....saw the extension ladder still up along the eaves from repairs, took it down and headed out to the feeders.....saw the barn drive way spot light needed repair....made note, ...now what was I doing and where was I going....????

Ahhhh...think I'll just sit on the porch and soak in the rest of the morning.....just as I sat down...peered outward and saw the feeders....I remembered..I had to fill the feeders....I headed out with no stops......Success.

I know I'm not alone in having multiple inspirational and disciplinarian thoughts interrupting my daily routine. In my 35 years living in Hampton I have never had a straight run to accomplish a task with out the relentless sights and sounds altering my direction.

Everyday life. Enjoy.

jurn

Life in a small town......

What a morning....up at 3:45 a.m....out the door and on the road at

4:12 a.m. to help with someones barn animals...... a feeding....Saw the cutest

2 or 3 week old fawn near the barn. Came back home at sunrise......crashed ON the bed jeans and all.

Suddenly...thump de thump...Oh no, I know that sound at this time of year.......fledglings hitting the window....two because of the double thump de thump. Sure enough 2 of them on the ground.....but they crashed into and through a white faced hornets nest on their way down. I quickly grabbed the hornet spray but that, and the extras, were empty as well from repairs being done on the eaves. ….....oh my...now what? I navigated through the garden to move the fledglings to a safer place. I tried to negotiate with the hornets but they wouldn't hear of it. Now ... what to do about the hornets nest which happens to be 2 feet from the dog tie. Cool outside at 55 degrees and now it's only 6:30 a.m. …...the answer......burn the huge 8 inch nest. I did...with a long handled lighter for the wood stove. Success...but after 3 times. Now I turn my attention back on the fledglings One died. Broken neck. The other I comforted until it flew off. I buried the poor little dead one. 6:45 a.m. Now...back On the bed...jeans and all.

Now that's a Life!

jurn