Feeling like I have to make the most out of every last second of summer as the warning shot has been fired. Yup. In my mailbox this week was the local Fall Fair booklet. Bob has been busy practicing writing his name so he can submit some art into the “Under 5″ craft category. Fall fairs, like leaves turning, signify the end of the summer season. I can’t believe it’s almost done. Life disappears so quickly now.
I’m hoping the Amish who took 120 cord of wood out of our bush over the winter are going to fulfill the rest of their end of the bargain by stacking it cut by the house, something that was supposed to be done months ago. Time will tell. And we have some wood to sell, if anyone is interested, email me.
Turkeys are all spoken for, but I have one half a pig for late fall still available, as well as half a lamb and two goats. Please email me if you are interested in any of the above.
I got dressed up last week for a wedding. That was nice. Makeup, hair, clean clothes. My husband on my arm. We went to the Harbour Brasserie and they do such a frigging fantastic job, top shelf. They get the DOUBLE rock on.
I feel so thoroughly disconnected from my body after children, despite the perfect atmosphere for ridiculous dancing, I cannot engage. It’s just not a body that I know how to move. It’s my body, yes. Certainly still looks like the same body! But everything is different. Seized in some places, joints threating to let go in others. I am working out (Jillian Michaels, P90x and of course, the farm) but not moving any manner that is comfortable. Ha. Hoping with the Grandfathers both retired I may have some time this fall to take a ball room dance class with Scott or something. That would be so awesome.
Here’s my painted and laquered going out Fancy Face:
Most of the garden is out now. Peas, beans, raspberries, strawberries, leafies. I’m trying to beat the hornworms to the tomatoes. The kids sit and eat them in between helping with morning chores. The kids help move waterers and the hose, they gather eggs. It’s sweaty work, but totally sweet. (My apologies for the horrible photo, they were so badly back lit but it was too cute not to use).
Here’s the Music Garlic laid out for washing like music itself. (Garlic from Al Cowan’s Garlic Farm, can’t recommend enough).
Really hoping to go the Montreal Tattoo Convention with my husband this year. We’d be gone from September 9th to the 14th and I am wondering if anyone reading this wants to farm sit or share farm chore duties with other friends and family. Again, please email me if you’re interested!
I get asked a bunch what camera I use and do I have any tips. I use a Canon Rebel, with a 20mm 1.8 lens on it. I like the lens because it lets so much light in I can grab quick pics of the kids in the house or shade without any issue. The downside is that in bright light, shit just gets blown right out. I’m no photographer. I don’t usually take the time to make my horizon line level (see garlic above). My only tips are: try to avoid using a flash; don’t be afraid to get close to your subject; take a squidrillion pictures so you actually have a chance of getting a good one; get aquainted with Photoshop or something similiar so you can at least rotate, crop and remove red-eye. Just think about what is in your picture. How it sits in the frame, what the basic composition is. Oh yeah, and let me repeat: take advantage of the digital world and take a squirillion pictures so you have a chance of getting a good one.