Thursday, May 25, 2017
sure, she appears sweet and innocent, but.....
My morning. Let's start with the fact that I had been awake since around 1:45 and hadn't conquered the getting back to sleep task. The Girls are usually ready to be fed around 6:30 and I'm ready for a cup of coffee by that time if not earlier. We keep their food in large old crocks in the garage and since Sophie has had her issues I feed them in the house so I can see whether or not she's having trouble chewing. Out to the garage I go to get their breakfast, and of course the accompany me, as always. Well....Isabelle is in the garage, which is a normal thing, what isn't normal is that she is dragging a gravely injured rabbit that is about as big as she is, around the garage with her.
Can you picture bedlam? The Girls were chasing her, she was running frantically to keep her catch away from them and I was running interference and yelling for her to "drop the rabbit"!
Laugh if you will, but believe me, at the time, this was no laughing matter.
Finally I manage to herd the Girls back into the house and I get her to drop the rabbit, at which time I scoop up with the dustpan and dispose of. She spends the next hour or so stalking the garage in search of her catch and howling like she was wounded, while the Girls barked from inside thinking something was amiss with the little Sister.
Fast forward about two hours. The Girls are ready for one of our daily walks so we head out and me, wearing my slippers, kicked them off and put my ankle Mucks on and we take off on a short jaunt down the Lane and around the Farm and back to the house via the woods path.
We get inside and I see Isabelle is still or maybe again, acting somewhat strange. I think she's still feeling deprived after losing track of the rabbit. Oh know, I should've been so lucky.
I kick my Mucks off and try, yes try, to put my slipper on....and of course I cram my foot in harder wondering what the heck is blocking my foot from going in. So.....I pull my foot, pick up the slipper and get it about nose level when a mouse.....yes, a mouse, comes flying out. I swear the little varmint had wings the way he sailed out of that slipper. And yes, I screamed, I mean a flying mouse had just tried to kill me in my own garage, who wouldn't scream!
This is when the mayhem began. My scream, the Girls barking because they think something is after me and Isabelle looking somewhat content that she has a bead on her most recent prey. It was a free for all for what seemed like ten minutes, but I'm thinking it was probably more like 45 seconds. Me trying to keep the mouse from running down the basement stairs to the Studio, Isabelle trying to catch the mouse and keep me from stealing it and the Girls tearing around barking and trying to protect me from whatever the horrendous creature was that was trying to kill their Mom.
The mouse made it to the basement. I promptly set a trap. Isabelle was even more promptly relegated to the out of doors for the rest of the day and the Girls were so worn out they came in and took a nap.
Innocent you say....think again.
All in a day with life on the Lane.
Wishing you all a wonderful holiday weekend.
A time to remember all those who have left us and remind ourselves of their sacrifices for all we are blessed with today. And also to know that they are still with us if only in memory and in our hearts.
Take good care,
at May 25, 2017
Monday, May 22, 2017
yet at times it seems like just yesterday, and other times so much longer.
The end of a dream. A dream that we built in the middle of a corn field on a dirt road next to no where....as many of you have heard me say.
A dream that many doubted would ever see the end of the first full year. So much for the doubters.
As I look back on that day six years back a lump forms in my throat and tears slip down my cheeks.
Sad for all that was lost. A building that held much sentimental value and had my heart as I know now the heart of many others. I thought for a time that my purpose was lost with the building and it's contents. It actually took me several years to realize that it wasn't, my purpose is just different today.
I also look back on that day now and smile. Smile at all the wonderful memories made at
Saltbox Farm. The many days spent there with customers who became much more, they became friends. Many of them more like family.
I smile as I'm thankful that all that was lost was material. Grateful that my family, friends and the fire fighters all remained safe. Gratitude for the outpouring of love and help from so many on that dreadful Sunday in May.
Tears for the loss yet, yes. Much bigger joy that the loss was really material and for the most part after the healing, replaceable.
The most important things remain intact and strong in my heart and mind.
My family, my friends....
the family and friends of Saltbox Farm.
Thank you for the wonderful memories. Thank you for your continued support as I grow another little dream here on the Lane. Much smaller than the one of many years ago but a dream just the same. In to our second year here at YellowDog Lane, and lets just say....
the fun is just beginning!
Come follow along on our little adventure!
Won't you share a memory of Saltbox Farm with me?
I won't promise a tear won't be shed but I do promise with each share my heart will fill.
This picture was found following the fire.....glass broken, paper intact with this message.
From the Lane,
at May 22, 2017
Friday, May 12, 2017
and some country roads.
Thinking that might be all I need to say to have you know what a great Friday morning I had.....
okay, I'll tell you more!
Up at 5 and after enjoying my coffee on the Farmer's Porch, a sweet chat with each of two of my very favorite women, the Girls and I piled in the truck and hit the road.
With my Shotgun Rider by my side.....
and my favorite Backseat Babe we were on our way!
We did some antiquing and junking and a bit of garden shop hopping. Gathered a few treasures along the way.....
I'll have to say the old sprinkler being my favorite, not that the mustard firkin and tin patched carrier don't rank right up there. A few more things still stashed in the Carriage House but they need to be spruced up a bit before debuting!
We got to say "hello" to Diane at Best Friends Antiques and of course to the shop kitty BK....
and browse the shop as well. Such a welcoming place to visit. Best Friends is located in Blanchard in case you aren't familiar...take a drive and check them out.
So many of my favorite sites along the country roads. Things are greening up, the sun shining brightly, the aroma of fresh cut grass and freshly spread cow mud.....
turtles covering the logs in the waters we pass, freshly plowed fields and a sign of my favorite veggie found right here in the neighborhood.
We don't have the malls and the fast food, nor the big box or fancy fare....
but we have something that in my minds eye is priceless.
Give me all this and more of the same every day, for the rest of my life and I will die a happy Girl.
Wishing you all a great Mom's Day weekend. May it be filled with all the things you love but most importantly with those who love you.
Thank You God for this good life, and forgive me if I don't love it enough.....
From the Lane,
at May 12, 2017
Saturday, May 6, 2017
here on the Lane. Albeit a bit chilly for May I am happy for the sun. As are the Girls as it means for sure they get their walks in!
This is along the woods path....I'm sure some of you would remember if you were able to take the walk. See the water in the background? If "Ivy" was you first thought.....yup, she ended up dead center in that while I was working on the photos. She's a wild one alright and she is my water dog, no doubt about that.....but she makes me smile way more than she could ever make me frown. She's a keeper for sure!!
Does this look familiar.....
taken from the Barn at SBF on our walk this morning as well. It amazes me how the trees I planted as starters have grown so tall. The Trevor/Gma tree makes me smile each time I see it...planted when he was four, he's now 24. It was no taller than he was....now it's taller than the Saltbox....and he is definitely taller than Gma. So blessed that I am able to still wander those grounds that I loved so much. It's been seventeen years ago that we were readying to open the shop at SBF.....bet many of you remember......I surely do.....and everything in between!
Busy this morning working on the calendar, scheduling the upcoming summer class schedule and even a couple of fall. I will send emails out to all who have responded with interest in specific classes with dates and times for you to sign up. If you are interested in joining us for any or all, please be sure to email me of your interest.
If you respond to this post I don't receive as this is sent from the server and not my mail.
I will be adding some Offerings from YDL to the new page I've added here on the site very soon.
Mostly handmades from the Lane or from close friends who make exclusively for me and a few others. My patterns that are available can be found my using the "Etsy" link on the main page here and there will be several new ones added very soon!
I haven't been working at The Primitive Willow as time, my hip and my Sophie haven't allowed.
I miss it, and hope to get a day in now and then if I'm needed.
I do know shopkeeper Kim has been ordering up new inventory though and for sure some nice handmades. She also has some Family Heirloom Weavers in stock and of course your favorite
1803 Candles.....along with lots of other great offerings for feathering you nest.
Schedule a day to stop in and see all she has!
Most of my patterns are available there as well as a variety of wool cuts and Moire Wool Threads!
Give me a shout and if I"m close to the Studio you can stop in and see me as well.
Wishing you all a glorious Saturday and rest of the weekend.....
Get out there and make some memories!
From the Lane,
at May 06, 2017
Monday, May 1, 2017
how are you?
This first morning of May here on the Lane is a very wet one. Lots of rain overnight and some rumbling from the skies as well, but....
everything looks so green and clean and fresh and....wonderful!
My hostas are flourishing along the woods edge and I've popped a few in to the landscaping and thinking I might add a few more. We've been working on changing the landscape of the front of the house....I just wasn't happy with what I started with so out it all came and in went the new this past weekend. I do think the outdoor scape is much like the indoor....when it's new to you it takes a bit of getting to know it all before you start to dress it! Bit by bit getting there inside and out.
As I'm sure you noticed I also did a bit of changing up on the look of the blog...and if you click on my Etsy page link you'll see it matches...and the PictureTrail does as well. Hopefully a button here soon that you can click and go directly to the PT page as well...and quite possibly a page here with some offerings from the Lane!
Lots of classes in the works for the next months being worked into the calendar....
Punch Needle, Needle Felting, Wool Applique, English Paper Piecing, Rug Hooking and even a morning of planting a container herb garden!
Also planning to add another monthly class as our Cellar Stitchers 1 & 2 groups are full and overflowing at times!
So....if any, or all of this sounds interesting to you and you haven't already put your name on the list, please do so soon ~
All day workshops and a possible "retreat" in the future months as well!
I know this type of post is oh so boring but I do have to pop these in here and there so you'll all know of the happenings here on the Lane!
Hoping you all like the new look here.....compliments of
Amy at www.amybugs.com
She is talented and sweet and a pleasure to work with...thank you Miss Amy!
Wishing you all a marvelous Monday, first day of May!
From the Lane,
at May 01, 2017
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