We wake up to each new day as a new person, waking again into life and living. By having been thankful the day before and when the sun went down putting that day to rest as our Elders taught us to do. We wake up to the new day as a new person with more knowledge about ourselves, the world around us and how we are to live in it. We grew in so many ways from our many different experiences from the day before. We can now continue onward with more skills than we had before
Editors note: As you start each new day consider where you are in the overall scheme of things.
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Monday, April 27, 2015
Yesterday most of the snow was melted except for a patch here and there. Check out the bottom photo of the same area today. This is exceptionally wet snow and the storm is far from over. It is still coming down fairly heavy. So far we have about 14" and this is clearly heart attack snow. I'm pretty strong and it is all I can do to lift one shovel full it is so heavy. The snow plow came down the road but getting from where we parked to the cleared road would present a problem. We would ride up on the heavy snow and become stuck as it lifts the vehicle up to where it loses traction. We will just have to wait for this to melt down as it clogs up the shoot of the snow thrower.
Yesterday I was sitting in this chair drinking a mug of water in my shirt sleeves after having cut up some down trees.
I guess this will ruin my grilling out today. Oh well, there will be other days soon enough.
And today things are much different - check out the top photo. 12 hours later and things are completely changed. We really need the moisture though.
Saturday, April 25, 2015
the calendar may have said that Spring started on March 20 but this is what indicates to me that Spring is here in the mountains. first day out!!
Posted by Carol at Saturday, April 25, 2015
If you can avoid making a mistake by reading about someone else's mistake it can make life much easier. My mistake was costly and confusing Potting Mix with Potting Soil isn't hard to do so maybe this experience will help someone not make the same mistake.
Also, when buying either the mix or soil it can come with larvae or insect eggs in it. I have not had a problem with Miracle Grow mix over the years and will now stick with that brand. The organic aspect enticed me to go with the more expensive brand, with a mix of various soils, bat guano and other natural ingredients that would enhance plant growth. Perhaps I could call the mosquitos that hatched inside organic too. I consider the entire purchase a waste of money and while organic vegetables and fruit are one thing dirt is dirt (except when you need MIX) and I think I carried the organic aspect a little too far.
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
He had me throw the anchor out to try to catch the bottom and pull us off and he would pump that trolling device like mad to propel us off that stump. The anchor was a window sash weight on a clothes line and wouldn't hold to the bottom to pull us free of that stump. All he was doing was putting foam on the top of the water with his mad pumping of that device. We had tipped forward and back and pivoted on that stump for a good hour before we got pulled off by another boat we hailed over to help us. I expect those guys are still talking about the two idiots that were perfectly centered on a stump and couldn't get off. Every once and awhile I get a sense of uproarious laughter and I know that story is being retold.
Anyway back to this story. The first thing we noticed was that the mosquito's were fierce. Luckily I had brought some repellent with me and we both slathered in oily repellent. Then we were ready to fish and Ron said to hand him some dry ice. I had a ice pick with me so I chipped off a piece for him. That is when we noticed that when the smaller pieces flew out of the cooler and hit the metal boat that they would zing across that metal making a zip-zinging sound everywhere they hit. It was hard not to have them fly out when we broke off pieces of dry ice. After both getting baited up he tossed his out and so did I. The bubbles and gurgling were obvious. Big frothy bubbles coming up from the creek bottom. We fished several pieces of dry ice as he pumped us along the creek and made a lot of zinging and gurgling sounds on the way.
Neither of us got a bite but we kept fishing that dry ice lowering the temperature of the creek as we went. We knew that 12 pounder would be moving off with our dry ice bait at any minute. We fished along talking about this technique and our expectations until about 3:00 AM. After that we just fished and had nothing much to say. After a little more fishing and using the remainder of our dry ice in total silence I could tell that Ron was thinking that young woman in the silk house coat would make a much better fishing pardner that I was being. I was thinking about pretty much the same thing. Around 4:00 AM, I mentioned discretely to Ron that I thought we had been had and he promptly agreed. Actually he was a little too fast on agreeing. I suggested that we head back to the dock hopefully to get the boat loaded and be gone before the proprietor showed up as I didn't want to hear the laughing and "well, how did you do", questions. Ron pumped us back to the ramp in record time almost putting that boat on a plane and we fortunately avoided the guffaws and questions.
No question about it that we surely had been had and this time really good. I'm glad we deprived them of the satisfaction of seeing the result of their handy work.
He commenced to tell me I probably wouldn't believe it but he caught them on dry ice. He said I would need a Bull Durham tobacco bag, a half ounce slip sinker, a treble hook and lots of dry ice. He then told me how to rig it up by putting the slip sinker on the line, then running the line through the Bull Durham bag and out the bottom and then tying on the treble hook. He said you then put a chunk of dry ice in the bag and pull the drawstring closed and toss it out to lay on the bottom. Only the big fish would go for it as it scared the smaller ones away. He said the dry ice bubbling would make the fish curious and then angry and they would grab it and try to carry it away. That is when you set the hook and the fight would be on. He told me he knew it sounded crazy but it worked and the proprietor said he too knew it worked too. They made reference to a recent article in Outdoor Life magazine about fishing with an Alka Seltzer tablet that did the same thing.
I then left and went to get my witness testimony pondering what I just heard. I found the witness location quite a ways back off the road and was invited in and sat at the kitchen table. I started to take the testimony and these young women started to come from the back of the house partially clad. One came out only in her birthday suit and got a cup of coffee and sat down cross legged across from me while I was taking down the needed information. The older lady told her to go put something on so she left and came back with a silk house coat open in the front and untied. She again sat cross legged on a chair across from me. There had to be 6-8 young women all partially dressed drinking coffee and making toast for themselves and I was anxious to get my testimony and leave. It was clear they were not all artist models or in the garment business and they were pretty distracting while I was trying to do my job. Anyway, back to the fishing story...
As I went on working that morning I kept thinking and pondering that technique for catching BIG largmouth bass. The more I thought about it the more it sounded just crazy enough to work. I thought I should discuss it with my fishing partner so later that day I drove by the department store he managed and told him about it. I also told him about the scantly clad young women I had encountered especially the one in the silk house coat that left nothing to the imagination. He thought about the technique too and said it just might work. He said the furniture they sold had to be assembled and the parts came in a bag much like a Bull Durham bag and he would empty out the nuts and bolts and bring some bags and we could try it that very night. We would take his flat bottom aluminium jon boat and meet at 8:00 PM at the boat ramp. I was to buy some dry ice so I drove across town to an ice cream manufacturer and bought a 15# block of dry ice. I then headed home to get my fishing gear and make some sandwiches and pack some chips.
We met that night at the appointed place and time and part two will tell the rest of the story. Continued.....
Saturday, April 18, 2015
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Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Monday, April 13, 2015
True friendship does not come apart at the seams when a strain is put on it. A long enduring friend is someone you recognize from a long way off. It’s a kinship that reaches past barriers and leaps over differences. Friends may not always agree on things but will defend each other with fervent loyalty. They each give of themselves and really appreciate the life long relationship that was, is and always will be there.
Often we ignore listening to the truth and wisdom of simple people. We feel the truth can only come from someone famous, a great orator, someone on TV or in Radio. Instead listen to those who fully and carefully observe the whole world around them, who know how the environment works and who seek the Spirit in every little living thing. Those are the people who know the truth and wisdom that can be counted on, People who are of the earth and based in the earth.
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
When dad picked me up at the shelter where I had been for a very long time I knew he would be my forever dad but he did not realize it yet. I was fed by a farmer for a while before I 'playfully' went after his chickens and he took me to the shelter. They told me I had over stayed my welcome and they were going to send me to a kill shelter unless they could find something else for me.
That is where dad came in because he worked for a rescue that specialized in my breed. When he picked me up to take me to the rescue I was so embarrassed because I had feces on my tail and was so dirty. I didn't think anyone could look at me and love me. He did but he took me to the rescue anyway. When people would come to see if they wanted to adopt me I would turn my back on them and they would adopt another dog. Finally when dad realized I was ready for their home he came back to get me. I was beside myself with pure joy. It has been a wonderful experience living here ever since and I couldn't be happier. I was number four but my old sister Gypsy died of old age and I really miss her.
Dad says I am 5-6 years old but let me tell you to me it doesn't matter to me. I have a FAMILY and I love living where I do. That rough start I had in life is just a long ago past memory and I'm loving it in the here and now. My doctor says I'm a high maintenance because I occasionally get neck spasms from an injury I had when I was on my own. Some people can be mean and hurt you if you are not careful. Mom and dad give me a special medicine when that happens and the pain goes away. I also have skin problems and have had several cysts surgically removed. I don't care for that much but I know it is for my own good so I let the doctor take them off. I also have pannus which is an eye problem that can cause blindness if not treated but dad puts special eye drops in my eyes and mom and dad bought me a pair of Doggles to wear to protect my eyes. I think I look pretty cool with those Doggles. High maintenance - I don't know about that but my doctor always calls me by my first name. She is really nice to me so I do go to see her a lot.
I love my forever family and especially my dad because he loved me when I was dirty with poop all over me and very distrusting. He constantly tells me I am a good boy and how much he loves me. Same with mom. Bozwell is the best boy and that is just fine with me as I like being good boy. I try to be by dad's side every moment of the day to show my love too. I don't know about this high maintenance stuff though....I feel pretty normal but I guess I need to think about that a little. I LOVE my family and I LOVE my forever home. Dad told me the lady at the Subway also calls herself Echo and that there is a park named after me. Makes me feel special.....
Recently I started 24 zucchini plants inside to later transfer outside in my earth boxes. The plants had reached their growth limit inside so I planted them in the earth boxes and put them in the basement where it is warm and dry and put a grow light on them 24/7, so they would get enough light to keep growing. They did well for about three weeks getting bigger and bigger and looking very healthy.
I had gone into town for potting mix (specified by manufacturer) at a local garden spot. I was told that this organic mix is far superior to the Miracle Grow that I usually purchase at Walmart. I was told it was potting soil and that the salesperson uses it instead of the mix in their garden boxes because the stuff at Walmart had mites and insect larvae in it which could ruin plants. If I would have stopped and thought a minute I'd realized that what I buy at Walmart has worked very well over the years. Walmart had not received their shipment yet so I went elsewhere to shop and ended up buying three bags at the new place but I should have waited for their shipment to come in.
The earth boxes have a water reserve in the bottom and I had noted that when I would go into the basement that I was getting bites that looked like mosquito bites. After numerous bites over several days I saw a mosquito on the wall. With a foot and a half of snow on the ground, freezing temperatures and never having had a mosquito in the basement previously it took a little while to figure out they were in the potting soil and breeding in the water storage area of the earth boxes.
I didn't know where this potting soil came from so I didn't know if it could have West Nile virus or not and didn't want to take the chance. I took the earth boxes outside where the plants promptly froze and died. See above photo. I emptied the water from the earth boxes onto the ground where it also froze. It was several days later before I could drive back into town where I promptly bought two bags of Miracle Grow potting mix and then put the high priced potting soil into the planter in front of the house where any remaining larvae could no longer breed.
I was impatient and bought what I should have known was wrong and ended up with a costly mistake. I now have three bags of very expensive organic potting soil in the planter out front. Two 4 cf bags of Miracle Grow was equal in price to one of the 'organic' bags that ended up in the outside planter. It doesn't pay to try to force early growth when it comes to gardening and it also doesn't pay to go against what has been proven over the years. When the maker of the garden boxes says planting mix they sure know best because potting soil doesn't wick up water like the mix does. For the cost of one bag of potting soil those insect larvae must have been designer bugs due to the high price of the stuff. Lesson learned!!!
Monday, April 6, 2015
That is three feet of hard packed snow that has finally retreated far enough for the rhubarb plant to come forth. Rhubarb has deep roots so it is ready as soon as there is an open area to do so. We have two other rhubarb plants but they are still under all that snow and ice. I also noticed yesterday that the spinach seed I planted in the garden box has started to sprout and also peek up from its winter slumber. Those seeds have been buried under feet of snow and inches of ice and as soon as it melts off they come to life. I love the spring time when new life starts to appear.
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Hello! My name is Bozwell McElmurray and I'm the oldest boy in our family. I'll be 8 years old next month and I love my family and our lives together. I originally came from the mid-west and my family there didn't take care of me and so I learned to open the back gate and let myself out. I thought it would be better to be on my own than live where I wasn't wanted. They didn't even look for me for a month and a half. I didn't get to be on my own long as I was picked up by animal control. I wasn't really suited for street life at nine months old and put up with a lot of abuse on the streets and was scared all the time. Living on the street in a big city was scary with all the vehicles and people yelling at me, not to mention I was always hungry and felt alone. I had an accident while I was on my own where I have a very long scar on my foot to show for it. I'm glad I am safe with my forever family now.
I was put in an animal shelter that was killing others like me but they kept changing my name and moving me around to save me. Finally some guy with a large truck came and picked me up and drove me all the way to Colorado where I went to a nice rescue. My new parents picked me up there 2-3 days later and life has been really good since then. My new forever family treats me like a king and I love it here and I love them. I miss my older sister Gypsy sometimes as she and I were very close but she got real old and died. I do miss her sometimes though.
When I was on the street I got giardia but that was cured with medicine. I was also pretty weak and even had to have help getting into the back of the Jeep when I went to live with my new family. My mom and dad thought I had allergies to something that kept me itching a lot. They tried different foods, allergy medicine, and a lot of other things.They had some expensive allergy tests done and actually I'm not allergic to anything but just get anxious some time so I itch. It wasn't a bad deal though when they were trying all those different foods because they were delicious.
Mom and dad tell me I'm the best boy ever and I know that is the highest compliment since I have seen the photo of one of the family called Ben who must have died before I came to live here. I know how much they loved him and how smart they say he was. I know how much they loved him so if I'm the best boy ever that means a lot to me. I love it when they tell me I'm the best boy ever and work hard to prove I am the best boy ever.
Life is very good here and the food is good too. I love my mom, dad, sister and younger brother. He was on his own too and the stories he tells me - all I can say is - wow - I didn't have it bad at all. I love it here and like my position as 'best boy ever'. Life is really good....and I love my family a lot.
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
Hello!!!! My name is Sarah McElmurray. I just came back from a short walk and my dad took my picture even though I'm pretty camera shy. I will be 11 years old this August and my folks tell me I'm not showing my age at all. When I was adopted I was scared of just about everything and very shy. In fact when I first met mom and dad I greeted them and then ran and hid under the porch. I didn't want to do that because what if they didn't like me and adopted someone else. Not much to worry about because they immediately loved me and have loved me ever since. I'm doing much better now days. My mom and dad have really made my self esteem better and helped me overcome my fears and I'm now what they call a normal loving girl. They say I'm the sweetest and most gentle girl they have ever known. I think they are right because I try to get along with everyone. I even come out to greet visitors now and I am not scared any more.
I had a scare a couple years ago where I suddenly went blind but I was one of the very few ever recorded who had their sight restored again. Mom and dad and my doctor all said it was miracle. They said I had SARD's which is non reversible and non treatable. Mom and dad say I was cured because of all the people I don't even know who were praying for me. It was a miracle I'm sure because suddenly I was blind and a few weeks later I could see again. My doctor and the eye specialist said my condition was not reversible and couldn't explain how it happened that I recovered my sight. I love my mom and dad and two brothers.
I also have vagus nerve spasm but since mom and dad have helped me not be so scared anymore that doesn't happen any more. When I would get a spasm I couldn't breathe but mom and dad knew how to calm me down and I would then be able to breathe again. Now that was pretty scary when I had one of those spasms.
My mom and dad have worked with me over the years and I'm glad I was rescued when I was four years old. My first mom and dad seemed nice but my first dad was going to shoot my sister and myself for playing with a calf. My first mom and dad weren't very nice to my sister and I and I am glad to live with our present family. My now family treat me like a queen and spoils me rotten but I don't take advantage of it but I sure enjoy it. Even my two brothers are good to me and we play and get along well together. I'm so happy now and I love my family. One of my favorite things to do is lay on the plush rug in the mud room where the sun shines on me. It feels good just to lay in the sun and not have any worries. Life is very good for me now...
Monday, March 30, 2015
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Friday, March 13, 2015
Would we do it again if we had the chance. Starting from raw land to a functional homestead is a tremendous amount of work. Check out the blog at the above link to see just a little of what is involved.
Would we do it again if we had the chance. Starting from raw land to a functional homestead is a tremendous amount of work. Check out the blog at the above link to see just a little of what is involved.
There is an order to life that was established long, long ago. It contains all the truths of the universe. Universal truths that are true physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I am always amused at how much people, will rather than accept these truths, put their own thoughts and ideas forward as a perceived truth, as if that really makes any difference to the long ago established truths. Some of the things that were established, our Elders who have lived before us have shared this information from generation to generation merely verifying the existence of these truths. So we have a choice, either believing in them or spending a lot of time foolishly arguing against them or about them
Thursday, March 12, 2015
George Graham Vest (1830-1904) served as U.S. Senator from Missouri from 1879 to 1903 and became one of the leading orators and debaters of his time. This delightful speech is from an earlier period in his life when he practiced law in a small Missouri town. It was given in court while representing a man who sued another for the killing of his dog. During the trial, Vest ignored the testimony, and when his turn came to present a summation to the jury, he made the following speech and won the case.
Gentlemen of the Jury: The best friend a man has in the world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us, may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads.
The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog. A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer. He will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings, and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.
If fortune drives the master forth, an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him, to guard him against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes his master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even in death.
Friday, March 6, 2015
Friendship has always been a sacred responsibility and a sacred relationship between two or more people. Sadly so many people have lost the understanding and meaning of true friendship. It doesn’t mean being a part time friend or a fair weather friend. It is a relationship where two or more people are in a trusting relationship and strive to support each other and stand by each other. They are to always show respect for each other but if need be address behaviors in a positive way. Never the less they remain friends. They know how easy it is to get off center and forgive each other whether they deserve it or not. Friends also have high expectations for each other, maybe even higher than what one has of themselves. When we have someone we can trust who stands with us in all types of weather, that connection becomes a peaceful and solid relationship that never gets old or outdated and being that type of friend to someone is a very good and sacred responsibility.
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
Dealing with other people has always been an area where we need to exercise caution but also keep in mind that people may be hurting and it is sometimes our responsibility to let them find their voice to speak. But when it comes to someone who is angry, spoiled or nasty and they want to spray, burn and make everyone they see pay for their anger. Don’t allow it. We need to recognize their anger is their problem and they alone should be smart enough to know how ridiculous it is to throw it at everyone they see or talk to. We then need to go on with our life, but still be somewhat attentive. We need to allow them to deal with the situation at hand. I was told once, "If you make a speech in anger it is the greatest speech you will ever live to regret."
Friday, February 27, 2015
It seems like people always want to be the first to know, the first to do when it comes to new fads, clothing styles, diet programs, etc. But when there is a rush off to do what everyone else does, to dress as everyone else does, to diet as everyone else does, we may find ourselves very unsatisfied in the long run because we didn't really do a full self assessment to actualize what is it we really need and what really nourishes our being and our soul. We have all been created individually and there is nothing wrong with saying no to the fads and wearing, eating, or dressing in a manner that makes us feel totally competent to present ourselves as just that, ourselves as a whole, complete human being.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Our area is also in the avalanche warning area. About the only avalanche we see is the one coming off the steep roof of our A-Frame cabin. When that wall of snow hits you it can knock you right off your feet. At best it just goes down your collar which is very stimulating. Winter in the mountains has finally arrived and our shirt sleeve weather seems gone for a while.