Great Day! Sun was shinning and we are out of ice land and back into winter wonderland. Went skiing and really zipped around, especially down the woope hills. After bringing in wood and feeding the horses I settled in to watch the full moon rise where the sun comes up in June. We can see every sun and moon rise and set from our house, unblocked by anything except clouds or fog.
While I enjoyed the moon I read Little Woman by Lousia May Alcott. It is set in the same time period as I am writing so I wanted to revist. Am also reading a modern book called Mother Daughter Book Club in which they are reading Little Women and which is set in Concord Mass.
Hoping the forcast snow arrives tonight for even better skiing tomarrow in fresh powder.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Update from Cloverlleaf Farm Feb.3,08
Decided I'd better date these if I'm keeping to the theme. I have been dealing with some kind of malady, singles we think but it is very odd, only on my left forehead, no pain, just irritated.
Anyway the latest fun has been the two goats, blacky and whitey (grandson Sam named them when he was 8). The snow has been high enough so that they can jump over the fence. They stay mostly in the barn eating hay but sometimes cross the road, stopping traffic, to the delight of a child in the back seat of one car. They also like to lick the salt left from snow removal on my steps and peer in the french doors or go wandering around the side of the house looking for more treats.
Yesterday there was a moose sighting about a mile away. We have had several around but I always seem to miss them. Have heard this is a crossing place for them from one side of the valley to the other so I'm still looking. At least we have seen some sun the last two days but hasn't softened the snow enough for me to get a ski edge in yet, maybe tomorrow.
Anyway the latest fun has been the two goats, blacky and whitey (grandson Sam named them when he was 8). The snow has been high enough so that they can jump over the fence. They stay mostly in the barn eating hay but sometimes cross the road, stopping traffic, to the delight of a child in the back seat of one car. They also like to lick the salt left from snow removal on my steps and peer in the french doors or go wandering around the side of the house looking for more treats.
Yesterday there was a moose sighting about a mile away. We have had several around but I always seem to miss them. Have heard this is a crossing place for them from one side of the valley to the other so I'm still looking. At least we have seen some sun the last two days but hasn't softened the snow enough for me to get a ski edge in yet, maybe tomorrow.
Monday, January 19, 2009
News from Cloverleaf farm
Still not able to ski, rats! It's more like ice skiing but the grandkids had a great day sledding on their day off school. While they were at it my son-in-law cleaned out my wood stove chimney. My daughter and I had a good visit then all of us while we ate some of Grandma Teenie's Vegetable Beef Soup. I have the recipe for it in my free newsletter " Health Foods from the Grocery Store" You can get here:
kitspicshealth@kitspics.com
And i got my first comment on this blog and know we will be friends. Thanks, Silver
kitspicshealth@kitspics.com
And i got my first comment on this blog and know we will be friends. Thanks, Silver
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Jan 7,2009 Today's adventure
When I was bringing wood from the barn to the house today I looked up
to see the chimney of the wood stove leaning and about to pushed over by
about a foot or more of snow behind it. Thankfully my grand-son-in-law's
brother was nearby and came over to clear away the snow before any
more damage was done. So tomorrow will mean new chimney parts and
more roof walking, hopefully all will be well before we get more snow.
to see the chimney of the wood stove leaning and about to pushed over by
about a foot or more of snow behind it. Thankfully my grand-son-in-law's
brother was nearby and came over to clear away the snow before any
more damage was done. So tomorrow will mean new chimney parts and
more roof walking, hopefully all will be well before we get more snow.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Writing
I am focused on writing my historical book about Mary Walker. She was a pioneer missionary to Oregon in 1838.
I have already given several presentations portraying her but my goal is to take the book on a nationwide tour following her route from her home across the United States. She did 2000+ miles on a sidesaddle, before wagon trains.
I have already given several presentations portraying her but my goal is to take the book on a nationwide tour following her route from her home across the United States. She did 2000+ miles on a sidesaddle, before wagon trains.
Notes from Cloverleaf Farm
Mon Jan 5, 09 Kids are back in school, two hours late after the latest storm and 4-5 more inches of snow on top of the 3' we had. Two of the oldest horses died over the weekend, they were both about 30 years, which is old for a horse. The kids were sad of course as they were the first horses they rode. One fun highlight was having a dozen or so deer trying to dig into the garden. Snow is up to their bellies so they didn't have much success.
I never thought there would be too much snow here for me to x-c ski but there is. Wish someone had a snowmobile to make some trails. Well need to get to my book writing for today.
I never thought there would be too much snow here for me to x-c ski but there is. Wish someone had a snowmobile to make some trails. Well need to get to my book writing for today.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Criticism
I am as usual reading 3or4 books at the same time. One to help me with my writing is
12 Secrets of Highly Creative Women by Gail McMeekin. She has a chapter on
Conquering Saboteurs in which she covers the subject of criticism which can be a "dragon".
Then today I received this quote.
"Criticism, like rain should be gentile enough to nourish a man's (person's) growth without washing away his roots." Frank A. Clark
And with it this example:
Unpolished Diamond
By: Author Unknown
How a person reacts to criticism often means the difference
between success and failure. Take the case of Ole Bull, the
famous Norwegian violinist of the past century.
His practical father, a chemist, sent him to the University
of Christiania to study for the ministry and forbade him to
play his beloved violin. He promptly flunked out and,
defying his father, devoted all his time and energy to the
violin. Unfortunately, though he had great ability, his
teachers were relatively unskilled, so that by the time he
was ready to start his concert tour he wasn't prepared.
In Italy a Milan newspaper critic wrote: "He is an untrained
musician. If he was a diamond, he would certainly be rough
and unpolished."
There were two ways Ole Bull could have reacted to that
criticism. He could have let it make him angry, or he could
learn from it. Fortunately he chose the latter. He went to
the newspaper office and asked to see the critic. The
astounded editor introduced him. Ole spent the evening with
the 70-year-old critic, asked about his faults, and sought
the older man's advice on how to correct them.
Then he canceled the rest of his tour, returned home, and
spent the next six months studying under really able
teachers. He practiced hours upon hours to overcome his
faults. Finally, he returned to his concerts and, when only
26, became the sensation of Europe. (And America)
I recently read about Ole in a book about Edgar A. Poe. when he was in America in th 1840's so it was interesting to learn more about him,
12 Secrets of Highly Creative Women by Gail McMeekin. She has a chapter on
Conquering Saboteurs in which she covers the subject of criticism which can be a "dragon".
Then today I received this quote.
"Criticism, like rain should be gentile enough to nourish a man's (person's) growth without washing away his roots." Frank A. Clark
And with it this example:
Unpolished Diamond
By: Author Unknown
How a person reacts to criticism often means the difference
between success and failure. Take the case of Ole Bull, the
famous Norwegian violinist of the past century.
His practical father, a chemist, sent him to the University
of Christiania to study for the ministry and forbade him to
play his beloved violin. He promptly flunked out and,
defying his father, devoted all his time and energy to the
violin. Unfortunately, though he had great ability, his
teachers were relatively unskilled, so that by the time he
was ready to start his concert tour he wasn't prepared.
In Italy a Milan newspaper critic wrote: "He is an untrained
musician. If he was a diamond, he would certainly be rough
and unpolished."
There were two ways Ole Bull could have reacted to that
criticism. He could have let it make him angry, or he could
learn from it. Fortunately he chose the latter. He went to
the newspaper office and asked to see the critic. The
astounded editor introduced him. Ole spent the evening with
the 70-year-old critic, asked about his faults, and sought
the older man's advice on how to correct them.
Then he canceled the rest of his tour, returned home, and
spent the next six months studying under really able
teachers. He practiced hours upon hours to overcome his
faults. Finally, he returned to his concerts and, when only
26, became the sensation of Europe. (And America)
I recently read about Ole in a book about Edgar A. Poe. when he was in America in th 1840's so it was interesting to learn more about him,
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