No nap for Me

Thank the Lord, we got rain Saturday morning. Not a whole lot…but it definitely made a difference. 
After church today, the girls and I were scrambling to get socks and jackets to go “help” him feed when his phone rang.

“Hello? Uh-huh. Oh. Ok. I’ll be right there, mmmBye.” 

The girls and I had all noticed the change in his tone and were all waiting to hear what was wrong.

“A semi truck ran through the fence at one of the rented farms”

Ok. There are worse things than building fence.

Once we got there, it appeared it was going to take a while for the Lowe’s truck to be removed. It had gone off the right hand shoulder, over corrected, jack knifed and gone off the road through the fence. No one had been hurt. 

Jack-knifed truck in the fence row.

So we had some time to kill while waiting. Lynn took the girls in the cab tractor to go feed a bale of hay, and I took the ancient 4-Wheeler to check on the cows in a different pasture.

A horse is so much more reliable.

I did get to see a day old baby calf, so that’s cool.

When we were done we talked to the Lowe’s manager, the unhappy driver, and the firemen who were there because the truck was leaking diesel. The store manager said “Yeah, we will have it moved in half an hour”

So we went to another rented farm to feed the heifers there. Because of the limited hay supply there is a bunk full of fermented corn byproduct. It is the byproduct of making sodas like coke. The cows LOVE it, and it is nutrient dense. Caroline loves the smell. 

“Mama, this smells better than perfume!”

Claire rode with Lynn on the tractor and I walked with Caroline to open gates. Lynn offered the use of a 4-wheeler but after using the old one at the other farm, I declined. I’d rather walk.

Caroline chattered and I was trying to listen… and then I realized we had gotten in between a heifer and her calf. She wasn’t happy, and she was headed our direction head-up, fast.. Uh oh.

 Caroline isnt quick or agile and neither am I. Had it been just me, I wouldn’t have ran – but being that I had my kid…I chose to err on the side of caution.

I saw a fence gap where the wire was loose and tucked Caroline up under my arm across my back, ran over to it, held the wires open and shoved her through. Then I wallowed through after her. 

Safe! Heifer is checking out her calf.

No longer perceiving us as a threat, the first-calf heifer retrieved her baby and we booked it back to the gate. Whew! 

We got back an hour later and the truck was STILL where it was when we left so I got my father-in-law to take a family photo…since we were all as matching as we ever will be. (My friend Julie gave the girls a couple Carhart jackets her kids had grown out of…perfect farm kid present!)

This might be the only “matching family photo” we ever take.

Finally, 4 hours after the kids nap time was supposed to start we had a clear space to fix the fence.

Claire has the no-nap-crazy going on here.

It was a process that was going to take a little while so we put the kids in a truck to keep then out of the road.

We only had two pairs of fence pliers (or any kind of pliers) so I became the “fence clip hander-outer”

When the overtired kids started throwing all the things that were IN the truck cab OUT the window I let them out to run in the field a minute.

The clouds in the distance are plumes of smoke from the wildfire

Finally after 5pm we got home and reheated leftovers for dinner.

The fire smoke from the back pasture when Lynn and I went to check on those cows when we finished with the fence.

No surprise that the girls went to bed early tonight.

I’ve rarely seen them so tired.

Lynn is snoring on the couch and I think I’ll turn in soon too. We all count on our usual Sunday afternoon nap, but today it wasn’t to be. 

But -we spent the day together…and together is our favorite place to be.

Have a great week friends!

Walland fire

The sight is grim. Nothing between us and the raging fire except a mountain full of a whole lot of dry, dry vegetation . It is a helpless feeling.

At this point it’s a few miles away. Saying prayers for those of our neighbors right in the path.

What a good long hard rain would be worth to so many right now!

Our farm is entirely too close to this fire.

Still dry

That’s not fog or smoke. That’s dust. 

This particular drought is limited to the southeast. That is good news for consumers.

Today when I took Claire to see Lynn and his dad working (Caroline was playing at a friend’s house) I was amazed at the powdery dryness of the dirt. I felt like I was in a Western movie set in the desert. 

Commerical cowherd headed to eat hay

What struck me about this is how the scenery matched Lynn’s dark brown jacket.

Usually when we need jackets outside we need mudboots too. But not right now.

Claire riding with Papaw. You can see a glimmer of pink in the cab…thats her sitting on his knee.

It will rain one day. I’d like nothing so much as for it to pour for a week. But at this point it’s too late in the season for any helpful growth. 

Election day

I took the day off today. 

Since I early voted it was just me, the wild/feral children and a long to-do list.

I told them to put some clothes on, thinking that I could wear yoga pants and a sweatshirt and at least run errands in comfort. 

THIS is how they marched out of their rooms. 

Seriously kids. How am I going to blame my slouchy look on you when you dress all cutsy and stuff?

Ugh. Makeup and real pants it was for me. 

We got some stuff done (calf starter picked up, bills mailed… you know regular boring stuff) Then I pulled into Lowe’s to get some supplies to fix the fireplace. The kids have been working diligently to pull the bricks up one by one. I didn’t think they had it in them to actually destroy BRICKS but they proved me wrong.

My sweet little delicate flowers tore this apart. Told you they are feral.

I hear them tussling in the back seat, but hey, what else is new. I pulled into my parking spot and look in my rearview mirror to see how things are lined up and here’s what I see.

Me “Why are you out of your seat?” Claire “Because I want to. Because we not on road”

Le sigh.

I put them in the buggy to contain them, then I returned something left over from the kitchen remodel. As usual I told the kids what we are there for…so maybe they can help me remember, even though I have a list.

Here’s the list I have them

  1. Paint
  2. Hacksaw blade
  3. Several things of calk 

If you know my children, you know I just made a mistake.

They like to talk loudly.

“Mama gotta buy paint!” Claire hollared at a stranger

“Hacksaw blade! Wwwooooohooo Hacksaw blade yaaaaahhhh” Caroline sang loudly as I neared the middle of the store.

Caroline again…”several tubes of calk. Several means a lot”

“Calk! Hey you Calk!” Claire joined in the song. 

Uh-oh.

Several people looked our way startled.

Ok. Think about what inappropriate word it sounds like my precious-innocent-angelic-child is yelling. If you can’t figure it out, go ask a teenager.

Me “shhhhh kids”

But it was too little too late. And now they think I’m embarrassed because they are being loud. These girls dont know about bad words other than “butt” or “booger”. Much to my horror, they increased their volume because they can smell fear. 

Caroline “Yeah! Mommy’s here to get a WHOLE BUNCH of CALK! WHEEEE! Who can help my Mommy find CALK?”

Like a background singer Claire was sitting g in the buggy and waving her hands back and forth in the air singing “Calk calk calk calk calk”in a high pitched singsong voice.

Now people really WERE looking our way. Definitely not my imagination now. Several smirks, a couple of disapproving head shakers.

I briefly considered abandoning the shopping cart and making a run for it. But…not wanting to completely abandon my kids in a public place I decided not to.  Besides, singing loudly in a store is all they knew they were doing, and that’s a relatively minor offense.

But then I remembered bribes! Ah ha! “Y’all want to go out for eats?” 

Instantly the singing stopped.

Them “Yah yah yah!!”

Me “Then you have to be quiet and let me think so we can hurry” 

Them *giggles and nudging each other* “sshhhhs!

So we had McDonald’s for lunch. I consider that $11.55 fast food meal money well spent.

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