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Greetings!  I hope you had a proper Sunday…

Sunday is the day to chill and do what your heart needs…

First,  I will start by saying I am not willing to take the time right now to figure out fonts and size etc..  I could have been eaten by a Python snake faster than I got through my last post.

I have been as busy as a friendly tornado but still I feel like the kid who has been ordered to go clean her room and,  in my case,   I find myself drawing Unicorns with I Love Lucy playing in the background on a tiny old black and white television sitting on an ratty bar stool getting nothing done…

Speaking of old there really is no way to make you really feel the pile of things in front of me.  Lifting things with your arms is different from lifting things with your brain!

It’s not a hoarding type pile but it is a, “There might be another Depression”, pile. PILE!

I will say that he might not be wrong but even still, mouse pee is mouse pee.(right?)

I woke Dad up from his early nap and he explained how to fix my electric issue with the Garden Bunkhouse from the other day while keeping one eye on Judge Judy…I have to admit she is special.  So is He. 🙂

So,  with the Garden shed/ future Bunkhouse underway,  I have turned some attention to this cool old actual house that was built for a WWI veteran who owned 40 acres north of here and my Grandpa bought the land and house when the Vet passed and hauled it down here…img_4198

So.  Is this not a future cabin?  There is already a spot in the middle ready for a modern wood stove…(rustic doesn’t have to mean risky).  Needs a fresh shingling after that is installed and this foundation corner WILL be fixed before anyone gets a good nights sleep.  I really have lots of ideas about this building. img_4217

Again. Filled with jewels and junk.  Mostly junk but I have to take it easy so my Dad doesn’t get nervous.img_4199

 

You might need that someday.  It might be worth something sometime.  Just put it up in the barn until we decide…

So you come up and let’s paint this and count the Eagles and Deer and Pheasants.

Socks outside of your pants and you are safe from the random wood tick. I promise. 🙂

It has not been smooth sailing with my Dad ever since I turned 11 but we are easing into a more adult relationship.  He has facial hair now, (something I never ever saw until lately),  and I wake up early and actually do stuff…

Also,  I can make Hot Food…  🙂  My Mother passed almost two years ago and he can do a potato in the microwave and toast with a chunk of Spam to keep alive along with the Protein shakes and V8 and Prune juice I keep stocked in the fridge but I know how to grill meat outside.  He does not.  How cute is that?

Now to the cool part… I came in and put on my Green Bay Packers jammies and tried to figure out this new smart T.V.

Soil Science = Computer Technology.     NOPE

I’m as bored as you now so LISTEN.  I have not laughed so hard I cried in sooo long.

In my actually easy project to connect the new television to the Internets,  I stumbled onto the Seinfeld bloopers and had a lovely time and THEN it took me to Comedians in Cars getting Coffee.  It’s on http://www.crackle.com.  I now know what the phrase, “Tickled Pink”, means…  Pink is good.

I don’t know what you like or don’t like or what you think is funny or really worth taking your overalls off for and just be…

We all have so much to do and places to go and people who need this or that but I seriously sneaked in this chunk of weekend to be entertained and I really needed it.

You go get yours…  I am here if you need me.

 

Where do I Start?

“Oh my Goodness”,  is what my Grandma used to say… I have been taking a close look at and in everything around here. It’s not pretty but it’s so darn beautiful.  Right now it’s quiet and crisp and nothing stinks… With only myself to consult and just getting used to the sound of my own opinion,  I have created my game plan which will likely need adjustments but here we go: img_4196 First I clean out any, (so much), garbage and non-garden related tools and put only garden tools and ingredients in here. You can see what I’m up against.? img_4197 One day this would make a neat bunkhouse. I will find new windows and screens. It used to be a Milk House. There is a cement hole with a lid to keep the milk cool. My Grandpa had his own cows for awhile and then just rented the field and barn to a neighbor Cow man.
Did you know that cows can live 40 years if we allowed them to?
Anyways the electric is patchy so that’s important and I will work around my Dad’s nap schedule and we can figure that out. My first priority has to be preparing to build the vegetable garden. My Grandma was a simpler farmer gardener and the plot looked like this… img_4155 My Mom was more of a Martha Stewart wannabe and had my Dad do this. img_4206 My first desire was to rip it out and return it to the way it was, but now I can see that it is only me working here right now so I best leave it this season and evaluate it for the future Berry Orchard.
Have you ever heard of Gooseberries?
I hope one day I can wander out here in my 70’s with lavender tinted hair and eat raspberries and strawberries and gooseberries mmmmmm.   I hope I have someone to share with… img_4201 Inside this fence are shrubs and perennials I can dig up and move up by the deck. I need to wash and sand and paint the deck before I redo the Landscape Design around it right? img_4224 AND. Because I am a Lakeshore Restoration Specialist, I need to start my Native Plant Nursery to supply my business…OH SO exciting and head spinning!
This writing really helps me think and focus and I don’t feel as all alone…I do hope one day you will visit. 🙂 Until then just send some positive vibes!

It’s not all about me…

I tripped into a pot hole this weekend and crawled out feeling more serious about my plans…img_2107

I feel like I am truly figuring out what to do here on my own and learning to trust my education and instincts.img_3965

Tonight or this morning,  take a moment and think about where you would want to be, and with whom, and doing what…   How long will you wait and why? img_2108

Don’t wait for anything.  Talk to me I will give you what you need to dig deep…

I have had a long day… I said goodbye to an old friend and the Packers lost…

BUT life goes on.  It does. With or without you. But that is how it is supposed to be.  Rock this day people!  And then rock the next…This is my Sucker Creek.  Come see 🙂img_3933

 

another day in Muddapolis

There are so many things I love about Minneapolis! (but super muddy today)

If you ever visit go to:  The top of the Foshay tower,  check out the Twins stadium (you don’t need a ticket),  The Walker Sculpture garden,  The Minneapolis Institute of Art,  walk the Stone Arch Bridge and check out St. Anthony Main Street.  You also HAVE to check out the Minnehaha Falls and take a ride around The Lakes.  On some summer nights the River Rats Waterski team practices on the river (human pyramids and stuff).  All throughout the city is a Greenway and you can rent a bike and ride all over…oh and if you like green beans go to Kinhdo on Hennepin and order the chicken and green beans… you’ll die.Wayne Moran Photography

If you are going to visit, contact me because I have way more suggestions.

However, the more time I spend here on the farm, the more intense everything seems in the city.  People are racing around doing this or that.  Traffic is hostile, nobody says Hi or even smiles..

It’s like the people are all on an assembly line conveyor belt.  Doing the same thing as days go by, as weeks go by, as years go bye!!

I just want to scream and make them stop and say,” The more you make the more they take! “,  if they could know or wake up and realize that we all have a limited time here and is this really how you want to live?

I know I don’t have room for everyone here (but lots),  and some people just want and need more stuff.  So I will just feel blessed and thankful and try to put out some good vibes.  I wouldn’t trade this opportunity for anything.

I am NOT braggy!  I seriously have a MOUNTAIN of work to do to get this Farm going again.  Tons.  Huge amount.  Massive project.  I will show you pics soon…

And.  I am mostly alone in this so think about a visit to Sucker Creek Farm and we will work for awhile but then have a blast in the woods or the field or a lake or down by Sucker Creek!  You will never sleep better I guarantee it.

 

candy hearts

I began today by warming up the Jeep and staring at that beautiful old sunrise…

I just now pulled in the driveway in time to watch it set.sunset-barn

In between I drive to Fridley then Minneapolis, then Fridley, then St. Paul, then Minneapolis.

The dirty and stinky air coating every car and my nosehairs and the noisy impatient incompetent drivers, and all that gas my Jeep sucks down really took the wind out of my sails today.

Traveling back from Minneapolis to Wisconsin you have to cross the St Croix River which is so darn gorgeous right now  ( I will stop for a hike and pics on Friday).

Anyway it is so close to Sea Level that if you let it,  it can whisk the stress away like the rushing water right under that snowy ice… feels so good.

But then I remembered I had to stop at the stupid Walmart up the hill to get phone minutes and Walt got busted stealing the number 19 and after his visit to the doctor’s office and the needles that he had to deal with today he really wasn’t going to give it up.  I whispered in his ear that I knew where another one was and he followed me around until we found another one and he jammed it into his pocket without my coaching this time. He is quiet but learns quickly.100_0830

 

I could not wait to get back to the farm but guess what- the Jeep needs more gas…

Ugh somewhere along the way I bought two little valentine candy heart boxes that I probably intended to share but I ate them all without reading a single one.100_1810

Like, who cares what they say.  They don’t taste as good as they used to either;  and there was something about eating all those cute sweet thoughts that stopped me from picking up a bottle of wine. 🙂

I gotta get up and do it all over again tomorrow…  It’s good to be home. I miss everyone right now.

 

Free Fishing Weekend!

Well things just get more and more exciting around here…

On Sunday morning my Dad gave me my first tractor lesson.  It went O.K. I guess. img_4075 I didn’t fall off or wreak anything.  But I was pretty terrified.  It’s like riding an elephant maybe or probably more like a giant horse because you do have to steer it and shift gears.

It’s more than fifty years old. (sigh)

The next Job was replacing my own Jeep headlight.  My dad makes me do everything by myself now.  It’s for the best but I miss the good old days when he was Mr. Car Maintenance and Repair.  It had screws with star shaped holes.  I think it’s a conspiracy.  Of course inside the magic tool garage is the right bits for me.  Bickety Bam I am feeling like a farm girl!img_4072

 

Then, I had the sheer joy and agony and joy of watching the Packers play.  In our living room in front of the big picture window in my Packers hat, I jogged in place and was outside jealous of all the snowmobilers driving by.  We have a trail at the end of the field.  I could see them.  They must be from Minnesota…:)

Pretty great weekend and THEN I found out that next weekend is Free Fishing Weekend in all of Wisconsin!  That’s a pretty big deal for families and out-of-towners because those licenses are not cheap!  So. It will be a big party out on the lakes and luckily for me I was invited by a charming local to share a hole. 😉   I remember watching my dad dig one and that takes a lot of elbow grease…next year everyone’s invited;  I will have built my own Icehouse by then!image

But!  The next one is June 10-11!  Mark your calendars we have plenty of room!❤️

 

 

My best date

walts-numbersMy good life in Wisconsin includes,  50% of the time,  my boy Walter…

He is on the Autism Spectrum and has some other health issues too.  If I seem like I’m always trying to be grateful for everything and if I seem to be preachy about not sweating the small stuff it is the result of being his mother.

He can understand everything we say but cannot easily connect verbally.  Like he barely talks and when he does he is usually repeating back what was just said to him.

I can ask him if he wants this or that and he can say yes or no but he will not talk your ear off or whine or beg or bug you for anything…wait. He will relentlessly bug me for his ipad cord by following me around.  He feels very strongly that it needs to be plugged in at all times.

We love to go for a drive.  The landscape here is stunning.  I say hey there’s a cow, a horse, a sheep, a goat and eagle etc… He is more into staring at the lines in the road as they move.

He seems unimpressed.  And then he sees Walmart.  Seriously he says it out loud!  So I say sure and maybe he needs to go to the bathroom and I remember they have pop machines out front and he is a Pepsi freak so in we go…

But he is wandering in and I’m thinking I should grab some protein shakes and chapstick while I’m here and he seems cool with following behind me.  It seems odd.  He usually is not into shopping at all.

Aha!  I turn around and he is holding these blue numbers.  He has always loved the number 31 so of course he has it.  Evidently at the end of every aisle there is a number and a letter.  I’m pretty sure they don’t want people taking them.

So.  I did what any good mother would do…I say put them in your pocket and let’s go!

We grabbed a Pepsi on the way out and I felt like I wanted to feel.  I could see happy on his face and I helped that happen.  It’s kinda rare around here.  It’s a good life. 😉

The Full Wolf Moon

Earlier,  I discussed Evolution instead of Resolution…

One seems kind and gentle;  the other is judgy and rigid.

Yesterday was the first Full Moon of 2017.  Named the Wolf Moon because the wolves are at their hungriest this month…   (they howl more?)

It’s got me thinking about my hungry heart.  I’m like a river that doesn’t know where it’s flowing…

No more wrong turns!  My life is many years along and there is so much more I want to do and see and learn:  I want to plant 100 trees,  I want to visit every National Park,  I want to save some dogs (as many as I can),  and I want my Grandpa’s land to take care of my family and me for years and years.

Speaking of Family,  I want so badly to Master the Art of a Meaningful and Lasting Relationship.

And. This year, (but not now),  I will tell my Grandmother’s story… It’s good and it’s great; she was a fantastic woman and anyone would agree…

So when my Uncle gave me the old quilt top that she had made for him 40 years ago I bravely took the challenge to fix it.quilt

And I stared at it for two months.  But that Full Moon made me face it and deal with it and feel it and do it and now it’s done.     #monkeyoffmyback

Then as my reward, I drove in below zero weather to shoot pool with two hot babes (girl babes) , and stared at that moon the whole way home…It lit up the night landscape.

It lit up my mojo.  🙂

p.s. two things: I’m admitting it really was an amateur hack job but my uncle was cool with it; my kid has a Springsteen fetish so that song drove me home…(Hungry Heart)

My sincere love to all who read me…

Alice in Dairyland

I have totally fallen through a trap door…  I was just marching along in one direction and now here I am.

I am not complaining; too many people get stuck in their life as it is now.  I wasn’t brave or bold and I didn’t win the lottery.  Metaphorically, I fell and my Dad caught me.

So. Today after it snowed and snowed he says he is going to get the tractor ready to plow.  I had just made brownies and didn’t burn them for once and I’m like, “Do you want some help?”

He did a weird side nod because never in his life has he ever needed help.  But now Mr. 79 years old is wise enough to realize that I maybe I can be useful.

So I suit up and follow him out and realize that what this means is we are putting CHAINS on the tractor tires. Huge chains, heavy chains, prisoner chains…

What?  He is happy to let me haul them around. I loved it.

First, you have to drag them out and untangle them and lay them flat in the snow and then the tractor drives over them and you try to situate them around this giant tire as he rolls it back slowly.

Oh my goodness! Trying to stretch these chains over this tire so we could just barely latch them is insane. We were both strained to the limit and I’m looking at my dad laying under a fifty year old tractor that he left running and sputtering and smoking and thinking: could I pull him out in time if this thing rolls forward?

img_4076  I was so scared. I have lost so much lately; I don’t want to find out how much I can take.

I respect my father greatly and would not question his judgement but with tears and panic on my face I asked him to turn in off and he did; he didn’t make me feel stupid or melodramatic.   I realized that that’s type of patience and respect I need in my life…

It took us an hour to do both sides and I thank Heaven I was here to help him.

But. Dad. This is life on the farm 60 years ago…I can and will grab a two-stage snow blower and we are never doing that again.

I hope you can see in the photo that the, “plow”, on the back is just a bunch  of old wood.

 

But. He is the man who wants to do everything my grandpa did at 89 and the way he did it…

They don’t make men like this anymore.