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Christmas Eve... what a beautiful day. One feels it would be a beautiful day even if the weather were stormy, with the snow and sleet we had earlier instead of this clear blue sky and soft winter sunshine. One feels the spirit of Christmas and wonders if animals really do talk on Christmas Eve at midnight and if so, what do they say? Farmer girl doesn't wonder; she feels her cows really do talk to her all through the year. What would Butternut say if she saw someone nestling

Des morgenstund hat gold in mund! From a centuries-old German poem. Translated that comes to "the morning-hour is golden", meaning work...

Life on the farm has reached a slow boil. Temperatures hang around 90 during the day and cool only slightly during the night. In a way it...

Spring again.... and all the birds return.... Nests have been made and all is well on the farm. The farmer mows hay this week in spite of...

Curiosity killed a cow! Cows are dreadfully curious creatures. Farmer girl knows that; she has known it for years. Everyone knows it! It...

Spring seems slow in coming this year. Grass is slowly greening and will soon be growing in leaps and bounds, but for now everything...

Yesterday's weather was a spring melange: a mesclun mix of cold and warm, spring weather and winter. March came in like a lion as we...

One finds the hens are not as hungry these days. There is a distinct lack of sincere appreciation for their usual breakfast of ground...

Spring has come to the farm: it came with trumpets and a marching band. Lightning flashed, thunder rolled, and the farmer’s wife sat in...

It is February, and the farm sits encased in ice and snow. The cows peer doubtfully out the big barn doors, taking occasional strolls out...

Seasons of mist and mellow fruitfulness! We have had a mellow misty August, delightfully cool after hot sticky July. There’s about a...

Farmer girl may have won the first few skirmishes, but to Mama cat go the honors of war. Much too large for Mama to carry by now, the...

Ah, July! Hot steamy days, followed by majestic frightening thunderstorms sweeping down the valley, and cool restful nights. The pasture...

Oh, to be in mountain-land, now that June is here! June has been a relatively tranquil month on the farm (so far). We are blessed with...

The grass is as high as a cowgirl's eye... Well, really, it is only to her knees, but as it has been raining, the grass is soaked and the...

Spring is a season of newness! The mountain burst forth into greenness this week; a bright new green. We see it mistily, for we have had...

Ida Mae Goes Out to Pasture The weather kept getting warmer, the days longer, and the grass greener. The young farmer woke up one...

The farmer girl gets out of bed this beautiful spring morning. She looks out the kitchen window and sees her young heifer in the loafing...

March in the farm is indeed a little bit of everything. It is days of bright sunshine and days of wind and rain. It is days when both...

Somehow, I can just see that cow. I can see her sailing through the sky, head held high, ears straight out, long legs and tail streaming...