Hi gang! Hope your holiday weekend was a joyous one. Pull up a chair and let me pour you a cup!
Things here on the hillside farm were just bustling over our long weekend. It seems that no matter how many days off we have, there still isn`t enough time to get Mister Yodeling`s To-Do list done. Maybe if I stopped adding things to it that may help. *Winks* Poor man gets one job crossed off and two more take its place. That`s spring on a farm though, there`s lots to do after winter finally decides to give it up.
I am happy to report that my dad found himself an apartment. He is one of those folks who just hates to impose on anyone, not that him staying here was any imposition in my eyes but it was in his. Good Friday was spent getting Pop moved into his new digs and then trying to get him situated.
You know how I say everything in life is a learning experience? Well I have learned something crucial about men. You`d think at my age there would be little I didn`t know about men. Well, you`d think wrong. I have learned that what men need to be happy in a home and what women need to be happy are as far apart as the musical styling’s of Conway Twitty and Rob Zombie.
I tend to like things to look at on my walls and things to sit around on my tables, shelves and whatever empty space is available. Knick-knacks and bric-a-brac and yes even Marvel comic action figures occupy my home. I am also fond of drapes. Apparently men have little use for such things, or so Pop informed me as I began to run my list of what he requires for his new bachelor pad past him.
Since he is much older than me and I didn`t feel like getting into a lengthy discussion about the need for drapes that match the wallpaper, or drapes period, I simply committed his needs list to memory and will arrive at his apartment with the required items and put them up. Much as I do in my own home. Mister has long ago given up asking why I need another chicken statue that I then complain about having to dust. It`s a girl thing guys, don`t even try to understand, just nod politely.
Friday evening we went uptown and saw ‘Clash of the Titans’ in our local theatre. We don`t have 3-D so I was rather bummed about not getting those funky 3-D glasses but it was a fun movie even without the paper specs. Are they paper anymore?? I don`t know, they could be some fancy high-tech polymer composite made by some mega-conglomerate 3-D spectacle company! I need to get off this hill more often I guess.
Saturday I did the laundry that needed done and then set into helping Mister Yodeling lime and fertilize our pastures. Nothing like a wafting cloud of lime to really say spring is there?? Lord knows our pasture needs all the help it can get. Wild strawberries grow with wild abandon all over our fields!
We had all intentions of doing this job with the Kubota, but once we saw the bog that is our front pasture we opted to do it by hand. And yup, those are my Muck boots beside the bucket of 15-15-15. I can`t imagine a better make of chore boots than the one`s Muck makes!
Of course every job goes better with supervision.*Rolls eyes*
Sunday of course was spent tidying up the homestead and preparing Easter dinner. Pop and Ma, my mother-in-law and of course her dog Patches, came up. After dinner and naps we then we ran over to visit some goaty girlfriends of mine to check out their new kids. They`re due to stop over here tomorrow to browse my buck kids and drink coffee.For those in the city it`s kind of like going window shopping for clothes, where you Oooo and Ahhh and admire the pretty things, except we caprine breeders substitute goat kids for Prada bags!
Sometimes you DO come home with something even when you didn`t intend to though…
Yeah I know, like we needed another goat right? But she needed a home and I mean, just look at her!! She has no name which funny enough is what my girlfriend called her-Goat with No Name-so if anyone has any suggestions for a Greek inspired name for a sable doeling fire away!!I`ll try to get better pictures of her, she is a ball of energy and wouldn`t hold still for a good snapshot.I probably should have just bought a Prada bag, it would only require my wallet and my keys and it would be happy.
But then again a Prada bag can`t snuggle with you or chew your hair or give you those sweet kid kisses can it?