our barn got struck by lightening three times monday night. so no phone and no world wide web. also the fence power is out, but thats of little concern to you. in lieu of spending the mornings in waist high grass in the top pen trying to get 3G on my iPad i will be waiting until power is restored to communicate further with the Outside World. xoxo.

a few of my favorite things

i hope your weekend is filled with packages from sisters and baby foxes and rainbows and lilacs.

my yesterday was. solid birthday.

thank you for all of your birthday wishes you kind kind readers.

today, i am paying for it, with a sick boyfriend. pouring rain.  a mountain of email. and a bunch of cooped up furballs.

bon week-end.

today's going to be one of those good birthdays. i can feel it. off to fetch lilacs from the neighbors and make some biscuits for breakfast.

little lucky fox gave me a kiss on the nose and then ran off after this picture. i don't think he much likes sitting in front of a computer. silly wild fox.

excuse the second photo of me in two days. 27 and 28. (embarrassingly wearing the same dress, but i fell asleep in it). now i have it on record for how i aged and will return to normal broadcasting of animals, food, and runofthemill pastoral vomit . 

28, nearly

it's my birthday tomorrow. happy birthday, kate. thank you.

i tend to get rather gloomy and sentimental on birthdays and this one is no exception.  the untempered progression of years makes me so very uneasy. which usually translates into a foul mood. there is nothing more unpleasant than a brooding birthday girl though is there? so, this morning, as a farewell to 27, i flung myself naked off the dock of the pond. twice, for good measure. which was my way of slapping the brooding birthday girl across the face, and told myself to get on with it. 


to play it safe though i am spending the better part of the evening cleaning and baking lest an errant pillow or an empty cookie jar angers the birthday girl.

tomorrow will be filled with avocados and good cheeses and lilacs, and a sleep-in as i attempt to take on 28 with grace and pride.

also... there is this mirror in the hoop house and i never paid much mind to it until yesterday when i was searching for space near its base and i looked up and caught my reflection. i took a photo. i wish you could see the mountains in the reflection behind me. they would floor you, like they do me. but instead, its a just a grainy picture of me. i hate photos of myself. unless they are with somebody or some furry animal i love. this one isn't very focused or clear, so it makes me more comfortable. but i thought it would be wise to remember what i looked like at 27. so, please excuse it. it is an act of self-preservation.

the things you can make them do when they are napping

if ever there was a timeless nemesis to the Farmer it would be the Fox. but somehow this little starving, injured creature was being stomped on by the donkeys below our window and squirmed it's way into nick's heart. he's neither kitten nor dog. he's fox. but he loves both, plays with both, follows both around. and so appalling things like this keep happening in our house. nick is Head of Fox in these parts so visit him for more clues about why we have a wild fox napping on the couch and what we plan to do with him.