A new felter...

I spent most of Sunday felting... finished an Single Scoop Ice Cream Cone, posted in Etsy now... then my Sis and I were felting rings. It was her first time, and I see that I've created another addict! I didn't get pictures of her rings but they were cute, she embellished them with beads (she has more patience than I do).

Fun stuff.

10 week baby u/s

I am feeling a bit alien to myself.

Where did my ambition go?

Black Power Day

Teasingly I asked if he had fun 'playing' with his brother who had come up for a night and a day to camp and shoot his old, expensive, black powder riffle. They seemed to have fun target shooting and hatchet throwing.

His brother is into the "Rendezvous" and has made an old fashion canvas tent, with an all wood table and bench, and all sorts of other old school stuff. It does seem like fun... of course Little Brother* is on his own if he wants to rendezvous with his brother. I just can't imagine another hobby, especially one in which women would be tent side cooking while the guys have the hunting/shooting experience... no fair.

Dog Nap

I've been so busy with work and life that I seem to post less and less, and so tired that I misplaced my sense of humor and wit! I am not the only one though! Gromit here has been sleeping in the hallway well for most of his life as I work at my desk everyday, where the traffic was minimal between The Hub* and myself.

But since my Little Sis & her babies moved in he's been a little worn thin, and he seems to be a bit sad.

Anyhow, I had a headache and invited him into my office where we were closing the door to begin work for the day and he came right in and curled up on this old chair! It's the funniest thing because he's a BIG Chocolate Lab, weighing in at 90 lbs, tall and long. He's never been allowed on furniture, unless I am alone for the night then the guys sleep with me. The way he walked to the chair and crawled in was like he'd been doing it everyday of his life since he was a pup, and if this wasn't the biggest over sized chair ever in existence from the 1940's he'd never have fit!

Fall In Full Swing

Fall... my favorite season. Until moving to Minnesota I had never known what a Tamarack tree was much less that they shed needles like a leafed tree. This view is out my front window. Which I seem to collect a lot of pictures of! Well who can blame me when I work 40+ hours a week and only see this view... for which I am grateful because I know it could be the view I had in Boulder, CO... another building!

Somebody loves our Sesame! We find her on my bed every day saying "kitty, kitty" and "ears", "tail"... before she inevitably pulls on one end or the other. Sesame is a year or so and very patient with the baby, as long as she's not getting picked up.

Saturday Rain

My cousin had a Sweet 15th Birthday with my niece (above) as a "Princess." She sure does look like a princess! Anyway, just showing her off because she's so special!

Spent some time looking at family pictures of family I recently connected with online. My family never lived close to their siblings and so we never got to know each other. It's great we can all keep in touch now. It's sad how we've really gotten away from formal letters.

Painted these this morning for Jill. They are not fired yet. The colors will be vibrant.

My Boy

I mean the dog, he's my boy. I am so glad that he is good with my niece and nephew, especially since she is so young. I often find her sitting on his hind quarters like he's a chair, and Gromy just let's her... even though you know he's in a lot of pain with the torn ACL on his right leg (he doesn't even want us to touch his leg).

There was a boy slumber last night (video games, pizza, ice cream, etc...), so Lil' Sis and my niece had a night in the living room watching movies. Seems Sis got up to relieve herself and my boy jumped in the bed. Surely he was just worried about the baby being alone, and it had nothing to do with his own comfort!

Shooting Lessons

This has been an exciting week for our nephew who has been getting shooting lessons from The Hunter*. I've been sick and working too much, so unable to watch the lessons. It seems they've been talking about different types of pistols, riffles and shotguns because my nephew can flip through a catalog and know what something is. He's been getting safety lessons, and cleaning lessons too. The bullets in his hand were dug from the tree stump which they were target shooting. It seems he's a good shot, 3 bulls eyes on the first day. Uncle* really likes him around. He's using my .22 Russian riffle... I liked it because it's pretty, and has little recoil and 2 magazines.

I can paint birds... cool.

I painted these birds for a couple's Ceramic Wedding Guest Book (you can see on my website soon). I am not generally that sort of artist, but it seems that I managed a nice looking pair of Cardinals. The white dots are reflections from the flash on the glaze.


My maternal grandmother passed away a couple years ago. She called me her "Bunny" I think that is because I had rather large front teeth for a child (but my face has grown to match them since!

Anyhow, although I did not know her well (or many of my relatives very well for that matter), I always associated birds with her because she loved them and because she could do any bird call.

My Man* and I always sing songs together, specifically "Raindrops Keep Fallin' on My Head" by BJ Thomas and I came across a one drawer, wind up jewelry box/bird cage that my mom passed along to me from my Grandmother. It made me teary when I realized it played that song.

Feeling nostalgic.

Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness

We were in the BWCAW from Saturday, Sept 13th through Wednesday, Sept 17th.

I wanted to never have to leave this beautiful wilderness... thinking I could fend off the rangers with my canoe paddle after the maximum 2 week stay.

I could live on squirrel, grouse, leaves and wild berries, right?

It was peaceful and wonderful wilderness.

Changing Lives

My sister and I made a trip to Salt Lake City, Utah, for a USANA International Convention. It was a blast, during our last morning in town we had 2 hours to walk around the city before out checkout time at the hotel. It was a very nice city, amazingly clean, and the buildings around the Mormon church were amazing. Of course I saw these amazing flowers, and I have not a clue what they are, but they'd look good in my yard I am pretty sure.

3 Team Northrup Members

USANA sells the best pure & potent supplement, with maximum absorption, which meet label claims and are GMP Certified. They follow Pharmaceutical Grade Manufacturing, and are NSF/ANSI Certified. Their products are awesome, and their manufacturing site is top of the line!

I started with this company almost a year ago, and it has entirely improved my life. Taken away pain from 2 injuries that the doctors could do nothing about. Which in turns saves me about $100-200 per month on doctors and specialists (I mean saves, as in I was paying out between $300-$400/month on PT, massage therapy, chiropractics, etc...). I have also been able to lose 20 lbs, and keep it off without having to work hard for it. Not to mention improved my skin with non-chemical facial & body skin care which is cool. After I did extensive research on all the toxic things most people use in their households daily, and some of the long term side effects I decided that anything there are so many products that just aren't safe.

Location, location, location

A September Morning on the farm

Location: It's not just a geographical situation... it's also the "You Are Here" of your head & your heart.

As much as I love it out here, farmboy* and I have made it a home and we welcome friends and family with open arms. It's not multi-million dollar home, with a manicured lawn, Ethan Allen furnishings, or treasures from around the world. It's a some what modest old farm that everyone who comes has the urge to hang their hat and tie the horse up for a drink of fresh water. They want to walk into the chicken coop, grab some eggs and offer to help cook dinner. It's a place that feels like home to anyone who walks through the doors... and I love that!

For me it's that place in I go in my mind when the day is dragging on and on with the nagging agony of being part of the rat race, which just isn't a solution for any human being!

This place reminds me that the grass is not greener anywhere else. The Field of Dreams, "If you build it they will come" sort of mentality. It could be said for so many aspects of life.

Schermeisterbrau

This is the counter is the magnetic North of the house.

It is the place where yeast finds its way into our beer and our breads... I helped cap the bottles last night with some big lid-squeezing gadget. This picture doesn't quite do the bottles justice. The detail on each of those Grolsch-style bottles is really sleek. Of course over the last week I have sort of been noticing the 'details' of many things.

Good Pickin's

Lots of spaghetti squash... if you are my neighbor and need some, please stop in! The zucchini's have again gotten out of hand, and more like the an arm. The Cultivator* planted a lot of grape and Roma tomatoes because he knows they are my favorite, and there are a lot of peppers too! Neighbor T. gave us the round cucumbers, which I have never seen in my life, but I am excited to try, and Neighbor R. gave us corn which we shared because there was more than we could possibly eat in a month. Oh and the eggs... going to town to sell some today.

Now back to the studio...

Watching my girls prey

Loki and Sesame (aka Little Dog)

An average afternoon delight as I sit at my kitchen table and eating grapes and watching our cats watching the finches. It's only a moment that passes before Sesame is circling my feet with the most annoying mew (high pitched and stuttering) until I get up to let them outside.

Lokes is the first mouser on the farm, and she couldn't have come at a more perfect time! Just fresh from the city, living alone in the middle of the woods in a new town. I was sleeping one night and I heard a noise in the kitchen, after getting up several times I figured out it was a mouse. So I set a trap... the next day it was 4 am and I hear a 'clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk' I slowly approach the kitchen to find this little mouse with it's tiny head stuck in the trap but trying to push it's way out. All I could picture was an old cartoon, and I could swear the trap read ACME! Not only did it not snap the mouses neck, it seemed as if the mouse may have been strong enough to pry the trap off it's head. I thought eventually it would die or strangulation, so I left it for awhile. Tick, tick, tick... ok, damn-it, what do I do? I called Farmboy* in Colorado, he said to just kill the thing with a broom, but I could bring myself to do it mostly because I thought what the heck would a broom do, he also suggested a shoe, but I like my shoes too much to have them be murderers! So I scooped it up and put it down a sink hole in the driveway... with the trap still on it's head. After that I knew a cat was a good thing, allergic or not. Turned out she even got along great with the ferrets.

Sesame showed up last October... a drive and drop. She belonged to some one, she was clean, no bugs/ticks, and trimmed claws. It only took her 24 hours to wiggle her way into our home. It was touch and go at first if she would be a hunter (which if not, then there's no room for her here... jk) but when the warm weather settled in she was climbing trees and finding critters. She's a personality clone of our youngest dog, a pest with a heart of gold.

I believe they think they are dogs, just like our boys. The go out to relieve themselves, they come in to nap; they hunt all day and then come back at noon for lunch and 6 PM for dinner like clockwork. Until these two rascals joined us, I didn't know cats were so goofy. They wrestle each other, and then wind up in a tangle or hissing to end up licking each others like they were from the same litter.

They are both great hunters, Loki will take down chipmunks and squirrels and eat them in one sitting, while Sesame hunts mice and shrews, and of course the hummingbirds (that stinker)! Not many mice around here these days.

I have never seen either with a finch like the ones in the picture, but they sure do annoy the little birds! However, out here they are quick to run across open spaces because they know they are the prey too, but still there's nothing funnier than watching the sparrows dive bomb them relentlessly!

The 7th Year Itch?

Happy Anniversary

The MOON has circled the Earth 84 times since the day we wed.

Would I do it all again?

Only with him.

"Love wasn't suppose to be about a moment where you looked into a boy's eyes and felt the world spin from beneath your feet; when you saw his soul in all things that were missing in yours. Love came slow and surefooted and was made of equal measures of comfort and respect. A plain girl wouldn't fall in love, she'd sort of glance down and realize she was mired in it. A plain girl knew she loved someone when she looked out ten years from now and saw that same boy standing beside her...." Plain Truth by Jodi Picoult

Cultivating chickens

The ladies seem to want to help with cleaning the bugs off my windsheild and radiator... this didn't last for long, as I didn't want any extra deposits there!

It felt like such an incredibly long and busy week around here. Our visitors are gone, but we had such a lovely time with them, and we actually went bowling! I bowled a 117, and then a measly 78!

The vegetable garden is doing fabulous. We have beans daily, salad greens, zucchini a plenty, and spaghetti squash galore! There are some onions there… I cleared the tops of the bigger bulbs; half the batch just isn’t growing the same. It’s the oddest thing; everything on the Northeast side of the garden is smaller and sparse. I spent several hours in the garden last weekend, plus with the helping hands of visitors and The Cultivator* it seems like its ready for my week long absence.

However my clematis may not survive my absence. It has a new shoot, since following directions from my mom…but nothing as revived itself. Instead of cultivating wonderful flowers I’ve been cultivating chickens. The ladies have been seen plucking at the flowers, leaves, and displace all my mulch for a personal dust bath! I tried to put up tiny ugly fence up but that proved to be worthless and more work for me to replace the mulch and mend places in the fence so I took it down.

Oh what a nutty bunch they have become since Hen Who Crows demise, they seem to all have found their inner squawk, but thank God no of the other hens are crowing!

We are getting new layers everyday which is downright awesome! Averaging 5 eggs a day, so a little less than 1/2 the hens are laying. We need to install some extra laying boxes in the coop, they actually argue over who is going to be in which box with a lot of sqawking and feather pulling with eachother. We had a fake plastic egg in one of the boxes, to encourage them to lay (I don't know if it worked) but they rejected it this morning and pushed it out of the box onto the floor.

Hen Who Crows, a tribute... a rotisserie

Yesterday was the last living day for Hen Who Crows, as her neck met the chopping block. We did tell her nearly everyday, “An egg a day keeps the hatchet away,” so she was fair ‘game.’

So this is a 30 second tribute video to the beautiful white chicken, which lived 2 years ruling the roost, eating cracked corn and not laying a single egg.

(well having trouble posting the clip... will try later)

As we sat down for dinner we had a few good laughs as we decided the best way to describe her delicious free range, no hormone, no antibiotics, farm wandering, no egg laying existence boiled down to “Fun, delicious and challenging.” Maybe she is having the last ‘craw’ while we ate her meat like a picture from a renaissance feast, with our hands and teeth tearing away the meat because she was one tough bird! So another day is upon us, it is a quiet morning at 4:30 AM My Guy* gets up for work. From my bedroom window I hear nothing, not a “craw’ or a single hen wrestling around in the chicken trying to stay away from the Hen Who Crows as she always bullied the younger hens. I let them out of their coop this morning when the sun was just over the horizon, but still below the trees. The ladies hopped off the nesting roost as if still having the best morning of their young lives, a late morning with a lot of rest. Today will be a peaceful day, and let's pray none of the other hens feel they need to be the dominant bird! I worked little while in the pottery studio last night, and coupled with the butchering of Hen Who Crows I dreamt of beautiful bird shaped pottery with a light grey glaze and a blue trimmed opening with a wispy design near the wing. I wonder if it was a gift from above or if I have seen it somewhere and it’s written in my subconscious?

Fruits of No Labor

Another day went by that I was not in the garden, but instead I was having cocktails with my friends after work. It really interfered with my work-out too, sorry Gee! But we did enjoy spaghetti squash for dinner, leftover beans & zucchini, salad and Gnocchi. ‘Twas my first time trying gnocchi and a challenge for me to cook because I am not so good boiling water… yes, it’s true and I am not exaggerating.

Our guests are staying a week so that Polkah-Dot can have surgery. I suggested it because first and far most important the Ark Animal Hospital is awesome, and they absolutely love what they do. Second, veterinary service in our neck of the woods is actually affordable (not cheap). Piper & Michael gifted me a bread book they picked up in town, which is good timing since my last batch of bread was a less than wonderful.

Piper & Michael played some of her original songs while I worked. It's always a joy to have them visit.

I picked some lovely clover (without bees) while taking a short walk with My Guy* and stuck them in a “Rock Pot” that I use to sell in 2006, and I've not really made any since then. Every house that has a child and dandelions in their yard should have one. It should be a staple like flour and butter! I sold them for cheap, cheap, cheap.

This particular one has My Guy’s* name stamped into it.
I pick wild flowers and rocks for My Guy*. If you look at any nook-n-cranny around my house where I sit for long hours (office, kitchen, etc…) I have either piles of rocks or some of my reject bowls filled with rocks that I gathered while walking around the property. I was talking to my mom a couple weeks ago about my rock gathering problem, and it seems it started as soon as I could walk, and seems to have never ended… maybe I should have been a geologist?

The barn wood shadow boxes are made by Tiffany, a local artist & art teacher.

Veggies Galore

I am just so amazed that food can grow from the ground, which sounds so absolutely silly as I type those words, but I grew up in the city where we just bought food.

Above are some of the things in the garden. When I look at the spaghetti squash (lower right) it'll be double that size in a few days and probably ready to pick by the end of the week! It's just incredible. All the years we've had the garden The Cultivator* has done most of the work and just tells me what to weed or what to pick when he needed a hand, but this year I've taken the initiative to be more involved in the day to day care. This week I noticed that the zucchini grows between the flower and the root of the plant, it's just so fantastic!

So in this new 'day to day' care, I have noticed a slue of bugs. This is the first year growing cabbage. What is the little green lava or excrement on the leaves? When cleaned up they appear to not have gone into the head of the cabbage, just outside open leaves. Part of me wants to know, and the other part of me agrees that ignorance is bliss. I know that the first year we tried broccoli and cauliflower there were so many bugs in them that I just couldn't eat them (the dogs and chickens lucked out)!

Our summer meals consists of about 85-95% of foods from our property, and hunting on our property... the more I read about slaughter houses, and pesticides the more happy I am to learn and cultivate home make/ home cooked meals. Last night I made pesto from some fresh basil from the farmers market, along with green beans and zucchini, and salad; all so delicious. I also made some a couple of whole wheat loaves yesterday too, but they were more dense than the last bach... every time is different.

Our guest came back from the WE Fest yesterday... oh the stories had us in stitches through dinner! Sounds like you have to have some thick skin and a filthy mouth to survive, but the super rude get beat up. I think I will never want to go!

This is the sort of support I get from my dogs while I hover and crouch pulling weeds & picking veggies. Every time I move from one chore to the next and they find the next shady spot, by the clothes line, by the wood pile, by the chicken coop, by the garden, by the chopping block... what a glorious life of a dog! The chickens and cats follow us around too... but generally they meander a bit more.

Oh, and don't forget to admire (hehehe) my horrible bush trimming! LOL, the bush under my office window looks like the head of frankenstein! Hoping to have alliums across the front this fall... I've been removing rock for over a month now... have about a 3 x 1 foot area left in front of the big butterfly. Everything is the same color in the front, it really drives me crazy! The old wheels came with the house... and I don't know what else to do with them so they remain. I am making a ceramic insert for the butterfly with our address (maybe), it's a huge piece of metal meant for flowers, but I keep it upright because it looks better. It was a gift from my folks, a nice piece I just haven't found it's permanent home.

"That Sesame!" I find myself saying that a lot. I was working tranquilly in my office once in awhile stopping to watch the beautiful hummingbirds feed outside my window, when all of a sudden a blur pops up from the window pane below. That stinker Sesame using her paws to snatch the hovering birds and eat them up. I tried to rescue the little bird but Sesame runs faster than I do, so by the time I caught her, the little guy was dead with his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth like a cartoon, or Gene Simmons! I had to take down the feeder to avoid more carnage.

We all went to visit T today, Pipes wanted to see her sheep, and I wanted to give her cabbage and the baby bunch I made on Saturday. Anyway they have a nice garden so we were garden chattin' and I learned how corn is pollinated, and that you mound potatos and clear onions... good info. I will have to check into our onions tomorrow. T cans her green beans, she said they are still soggy that way...I am still thinking about what to do.

We later went to town for dinner at a 'mongolian' restaurant... we had more laughs about the crazy festival where they drove the golf-cart taxis. The conversation went to movies then The Butterfly and the Diving Bell, then to his naked body floating scene, to a package delivery I received that ended up being a peep show too. We laughed so hard about perverts, bad deliveries and small packages!

Saturday night baby crafts

Doesn't it seem like everyone is having babies but me? Oh well, I just love making baby gifts so it makes it all a little more fun (vs. sad and depressing).

I came across this 'Baby Bunch' on Martha Stewart when I was searching for alliums, and they had a how to video. I watched that sucker about 5 times and attempted to make my own, it's a little harder than it appears! This Baby Bunch a onesie, socks, bib, t-shirt, hand mitts, and a hat, with dark blue, yellow and red fake flowers... now the flowers are really cheesy because they were cheap, but I am thinking they'd get tossed so it doesn't really matter right?

Anyhow, changed it up a little and dropped this is very bright bunch it into the green bowl I posted last weekend, and stuck the Gerber spoon, fork, knife (green and blue handles pictured below) poking out the edges. It a little obnoxious, but I usually give pottery, fork/spoon and bib, and knitted cap... so it's a little more special.

Rattle, tat-tat... after that oh so cute felted flower rattle I had to make another. So here is the mushroom I finished tonight.

Friday I finished the switch plate. I have sketched out several designs to paint, I wanted to see how my ideas translate onto pottery. This one didn't turn out as I pictured it, but now I know what to do different. I do love the colors... Looking for a little input, anyone?

I had coffee with Jill, one of my favorite peeps in Park Rapids. We met prince charming there too... well Jill knew him, I only recognized him from the opera. I told My Peanut* "I met Prince Charming today" at dinner and he didn't seem impressed or threatened, maybe it was the big grin on my face (because I thought I was being cute). I did admit to the gentleman that I can't stop singing the Agony song... so darn catchy. If you haven't a clue what I am talking about check YouTube for Into the Woods.

Frog Relocation

I was dipping pottery in my (basement) studio when I heard Farm Boy* tell me there were a bunch little frogs in the sump pump. We're not sure how they got into the house but in any case... he was going to move them into the swamp. The next evening I went down to take a shower and there were 2 frogs with me! OK, I love wildlife probably more than the next guy... but not so much in my house. Immediately that evening 6 frogs were relocated, and next day 3 more were relocated into the swamp.

I have yet to posted anything about our home projects at the farm, but this is the bathroom....

It has been under construction since October 2007. As old farm houses built in the 1940's go it has one bathroom, so I feel very fortunate that we have a shower in the sauna (where the frogs were)! The new tub is cool, jets and all, but for everyday I like a shower. We have marble wall tiles and slate floors to install... they will be awesome and complementary to the HUGE sink we bought.

About the sink, it's perfect for the 2 of us. First of all I have to quote one of my best friends Jess after getting married herself, "Sharing is soooo hard!" This sink solves all our problems, seriously... ok, well really close. One of the reasons I don't really invite people over... you have to have long arms to reach the TP.

When it's a completed project it will be really awesome. then it's on to the closet, the floors, the office, etc...

Now it's time to say good-bye...
These are the final days for the Hen Who Crows. We've put up with the not so rooster craw she does, and have been feeding her for 2 years. I heard some old quote recently "The hen who crows lays no eggs." I thought it was a euphemism for something... maybe it is and I just don't get it, but for me it is what it is and it's she has not provided one little egg, and she is NOT a rooster.


The garden is doing wonderful, except those plants that just didn't want to grow this year... 'you know which you are (spinach and watermelon).' We've harvested a wonderful head of cabbage, which made it's way into my crockpot for a traditional cornbeef n' cabbage meal. It seems that will last us until Sunday at least!


The pipeline company was doing some low fly bys this morning, so I went out to see the plane and saw a fabulous and rather large deer, which reminds me of why I love it out here.


Note: *101 names for my husband (all very nice).