Kline Creek Farm Flickr

http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=kline+creek+farm

follow the link above to view photographs of Kline Creek Farm

Winter"s White Embrace

Winter’s White Embrace

pine boughs bent
with heavy snow

Winter’s white embrace

swirls of smoke
from a chimney flowed

Winter’s white embrace

two sat close
in the fire’s glow

Winter’s white embrace

the mountaintops
and all below

in Winter’s white embrace

Chicken Scratch

It has been too long since I last posted. My last visit to the farm entailed a thorough cleaning of the chicken coop. A dirty chicken coop just may be the filthiest thing on the planet. Had a good time. Wish you were there.

A Moment

Back to the farm this morning after a couple Sundays off due to a wedding and an illness. I had a moment today. One of those wonderful moments. I watched my eldest daughter (19) and youngest daughter (8) laughing and having fun together. Life is only a bunch of moments strung together. This was a good one to add to my string.

Picnic

The annual volunteer picnic... love those pork chops! "Pork chops and apple sauce!" (Say in Bobby Brady voice.) The speeches... the love... getting to walk around the farm in non-period clothing. Getting to see all the other crazy people who volunteer -- feeling good that you aren't the only crazy person who volunteers. A good time was had by all.

Historically Accurate Rodeo Clown etc.

On my last visit I chose to dress as an 1890's rodeo clown. I donned 42 x 30 pants in order to really let the suspenders do their job (I typically wear 38 x 30). I sported a vibrantly colored checkered shirt. And, I topped it all off with an extremely Amish looking, wide-brimmed, straw hat. I greeted everyone with a "Hello, English" in proper Amish form. I was happy to provide the comic relief for the day. (I must admit that I enjoyed the freedom and roominess of pants several sizes too big -- I could get used to it.) I'm craving a straw hat I can call my own for everyday summer use.

More Sheep Shed Cleaning

I've been remiss in my volunteer duties of late -- over scheduling my weekends, my life. However, I'm back on track and managed to get back to the farm today after being gone for about a month. And, lo and behold, found myself in the sheep shed once again.

If after you die you wake up in a hot, humid, rustic, sheep shed with a long handled ice-scraper in your hands, I have pretty good idea of where you ended up. Rhymes with smell.

(I must note that the lemonade was exceptional today. Not too sour. Not too sweet. Just how I like it.)

Tegan was enamored of a barn swallow. Such a pretty little bird.