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Friday, November 18, 2016

Let Go

Often when I am out on my walks I encounter sights that steer my thoughts toward deeper subjects.  Here is one that I encountered last winter.  I have various paths I take the dog(s) walking on depending upon where the milking herd is quartered.  Both coming and going I pass by this old grapevine:

You can see one little dead vine tendril clinging to a dead twig.

The main vine stretches from one tree to the next, so the twig is hanging between the trees.  There is no way to tell how long the vine has held the twig prisoner; swaying in the breeze, for years maybe.

  Once upon a time when the grapevine was small it sent out a tendril and caught onto the small limb of a tree.  It needed the support while its central stem climbed higher.

But at some point the vine tore away from the tree, or perhaps it was a small tree that died.  Who knows?  But the main trunk of the vine continued reaching upward into the canopy of the forest, leaving the small tendril hanging there, clinging to what used to support it; both of them dead now.

 (click on link for one of my favorite poems)

For myself I think of all the things I cling to that I don't really need; emotional crutches especially.  But also just THINGS, junk to which I have some sort of attachment.

Some people cling to resentments, dead relationships, whatever.  Things whose era has passed.  We cling to what is no longer alive and relevant to our lives now.  

I consider this and think of the things I really no longer need and should no longer hang on to.

Sometimes it's hard to let go.  But with much prayer I am learning to close the door on past things and no longer let them hang there in the breeze of my emotions.

Let go.

(Thankful for learning how to let go of things and emotions that clog my living in the present). 

Friday, October 28, 2016


Ever have a bad day? 

What's a person to do?

Get out from under

What's crapping on you. 

(Thankful for the little lessons in life that God shares with me.  Also thankful that bovines tend to have oily fur which sheds stuff like this fairly rapidly.  By next morning she was pretty much cleaned off.  haha)

Sunday, October 16, 2016

My Whole30 Story

Not that my story is all that terribly dramatic.  However I did get on here and on Facebook and talk a bit about it, so I thought I'd wrap up the first 30 days.

Yes.  I did write the FIRST thirty days.

Today is Day 30 of my Whole30.  Here are my results:

*  This morning the scale advised me that I'd lost 10 pounds!  Yay!  This is really a pretty dramatic weight loss for four weeks of not half trying.  I did 30 minute to 1 hour walks 4-5 times per week.  But no major workouts.  And, with the exception of about 3-4 oopsies, I followed the program to the letter.

*  I can honestly say I went a WHOLE month without sugar!  This is a biggee for me.  My sugar dragon used to wake up roaring every morning, and roared loudly most of the day.  I will not say I do not have the occasional desire for chocolate; but the craving to consume everything and anything sugary is now pretty much quenched. 

*  I know this is TMI, but it has to be noted.  My GI tract is running quite smoothly.  No more constipation problems.  I do not know if that is related to eliminating dairy or not.  But it's a relief in more ways than one. 

*  Only once in the whole 30 days did I ever feel bloated or uncomfortably full.  And that was when I ate a bit too much of the roasted chicken and veggies one evening. 

*  Maybe it's my imagination but my joints don't seem as stiff.  My hands still get achy at times from too much activity or from the cold, but overall I feel more limber.  It's hard to describe.

*  This one isn't going to make sense either, but maybe it's just an overall feeling.  I don't feel as sludgy as I used to.  I think that comes from no sugar and no processed junk. 

*  I still get stuffed up from pollen when I'm out in the wind.  But I don't feel as stuffed up all the time; like the nasal drip down the back of my throat is gone.  Maybe the absence of dairy. 

*  Occasionally I feel so blase about food that I just don't want to bother fixing a meal to eat.  

Those are my most noticeable results.

My goal is to continue on for a Whole60, though I do plan on trying out legumes for a day.  And for now that is all I plan to test out. 

Ellen is bemoaning the fact that I am not going to have desserts like a "real mommy" should.  But I am hesitant to do so and break my good record.  Not to mention awaken the sugar dragon.  haha

I also plan on adding spinning or aerobics to the mix, to see if it will help the weight loss. 


(Thankful for the Lord helping me though this program and gaining so many good results.)

Friday, October 14, 2016

Whee, What a Day...

Actually, all in all, it was a good day.  Fridays are always shopping day.  Taking my mom into town to go shopping is always an adventure.  She is like a kid.  But I have become used to it; I find the humor and enjoy laughing with my mom.


Gary has been getting in our supply of hay for the winter.  He did bale some a few weeks ago, but he has had to search around to get enough to last all winter.

Last week he went over to L--- to look at some.  He said they were 4x6s, which are large, but manageable, and will last a couple of days up the road at the dry cows or heifer lots. 

He asked to have them delivered; I believe from 2 different farms, but the same driver.  Earlier this week the driver brought 2 loads; no problems at all. 

Then today he brought a 3rd from a different farm. 

Major problems.  The hay wasn't what Gary had seen and inspected when he was there.  It was the same size but was super wet and heavy.  I'd walked by it and it already smelled sour.

About the 3rd or 4th bale of hay was so heavy it broke a hose.  Gary did not have a replacement on hand so he and the driver went into town and got a new hose.  After he got it installed, an hour or so later, and went back to unloading, the very next bale of hay broke the hay spike completely off.  So he just paid the driver for his time and asked him to take the hay back where it came from.  He figures they hay will be rotten by the time he gets ready to put it out anyway.

So now  he has to not only find more, better hay, but also repair his hay spike somehow. 

That was this morning.

This evening I was just running water to wash dishes, Gary was just getting the cows in to milk and a neighbor calls and tells us a cow is out up the road.

When we get up there it's not *A* cow; it's about 6-7 out of 11 of our dry cow bunch! 

The story in a nutshell on that one is:  I'd left the gate open this AM when I'd grained them and it took them from 7:30 am to 5 pm to discover it. 

But a bucket of feed got them all back where they belonged. 

(Thankful for the problems we have and that the Lord provides a way to fix them.  Thankful for a husband who loves tinkering with things and fixing them.  Thankful that cows love their feed and will come back into their pasture to get some of it.)

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

The Turkle

Long, long ago, back when I was still living my California life, my sister got me a turtle.  A red-eared slider.  This was by my request, but the way.  For some reason I have always been fascinated by turtles and I wanted one awfully bad.  I put it in an old aquarium and kept it for about a year.  Unfortunately I don't think I ever actually took a photo of it; for some bizarre reason.

In any case my dad started calling it the "Turkle."  This is because his mother, my Grandmother Davis, always called them "turkles."

In June of 2015 I caught the below photo of a red-eared slider, commonly called a pond turtle around here, laying her eggs in my green bean patch.  

Then this past spring I'd pretty much forgotten all about it.  Gary tilled the garden beds and imagine my surprise when I went to plant my beets and found this:

Isn't that the cutest thing?  A baby red-eared slider.  I was enchanted, so I kept it.  It wasn't until much later that evening, after the beets were planted, that it occurred to me that there might have been more than one of them out there.  I went out to check and sure enough there was a little oval-shaped hole where one had crawled out.  I never did find it, so I hope it found its way to the pond.  But the mortality rate is pretty high. 

At any rate, ours needs must have a name.  Right?  Ellen went online and looked up the most popular turtle names.  She came up with "Pebbles."  But, as is our wont around here, we have given it a nickname.  I remembered what my Dad always called them, and "Turkle" is what we call it.  A Davis family tradition being passed on.

I strongly suspect this is a female, though it is hard to tell.  You are supposed to look at the plastron, the bottom of the shell.  If it's concave it's male, convex means a female.  I believe... 

The Turkle has grown by leaps and bounds.  We probably won't be able to keep it very long, due to a proper housing shortage here.  You are supposed to keep them in a tank with 10 gallons of water per inch of shell length.  She is rapidly reaching 3 inches long now, and I only keep her in a tub with maybe 2-3 gallons of water.  At this point she is happy enough, but I am going to try and get a bigger tub and larger rocks for her to climb out on so she can sun herself.  When she gets TOO big, maybe in a year or two (females can reach 12-13 inches in length) I will let her go back to nature. 

Until then we will enjoy watching her little quirks.