Winter has not officially arrived, but our winter weather has. Snow is falling as I write this. Our property looks like a magical winter wonderland. Growing up near Sacramento I was never able to completely relate to the beautiful Currier and Ives winter scenes. To me, winter has always brought with it rain and fog. Winter snow is a new experience for me. As wonderful as my new winter scene is, I miss the beautiful colors of my garden.
I'm not one to sit idle for very long and I find it difficult to stay out in the cold for extended periods.... so.... I have been a little crazy. Oh, and stir crazy as well. :-) I decided that sitting by the fire and embroidering might be a nice combination. I initially planned on embroidering a winter scene; perhaps a snowman or two. While looking for a transfer pattern I came upon Sublime Stitching's "Dream Garden" and immediately knew that this was the one!
"Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow" .... for there's Summer in my Heart! ♥
I've done many things throughout my life, but driving a tractor wasn't one of them...... until now!
My husband calls this his "new" farm tool.... I call it his new toy. That being said, I didn't want to be left out of the fun, so I took it out for a spin around the property. I'm happy to report that I didn't have any accidents. In fact, I even learned how to use the hydraulic bucket. Come next summer I should be able to add Farmgirl to my resume. I've already got a cute cowgirl hat, now all I need is a pair of overalls..... with hand embroidery of course. ;-)
John and I were in the
forest this afternoon gathering firewood when I heard
him yelling and slapping his arm. He said he had been stung. I became
concerned when he started grabbing at his shirt near his chest. I
began running toward him when I crossed over the source of the problem; a
yellow jacket nest. They immediately began stinging me. I had gloves and long sleeves on but they
managed to get at my wrists. Unfortunately, John had a short sleeve
shirt on and the first sting got him on the inside of his bicep. The
part that freaked me out the most was when they got into my hair. I had
it clipped up and believe me, that clip went flying somewhere deep into the Fremont National Forest. I must admit, I heard the word "Damn" coming
out of my mouth a couple times as I was scrambling around slapping at my
head. I must have been quite the sight. My immediate thought was for us to climb up the bank and hit the road, but John had initially been
down there wrapping a chain around a dead tree and there was no way he was going to leave his
chain behind or pass up the opportunity for a nicely seasoned piece of
I must say, that
true to our natures, we carried on. We both ended up with multiple stings. As John put it, "We didn't let those
stinkin' wasps keep us from getting our firewood." I agreed! He and I are definitely cut out of the same pioneer type of mold.
Tune in tomorrow for another episode of.....
Aren't you glad you don't live on the Haven Homestead?