Wednesday, September 29, 2010

for my sister

Well I tried to upload a picture for you tonight, but my computer would not cooperate. Or maybe I just don't speak computer.
I love this saying, and I have no idea where or who it came from. But it goes like this:
Laugh everyday, even if it's at yourself.
That said, I was on the phone last night with one of my two sisters and I was hearing the weirdest sound. It was kinda like a wwwweeeeeeyooooouuuu sound. You know those movie previews and the space ones where the UFO is coming down? That's what it sounded like. I told my sister and we had a good laugh over that. Go figure. Maybe it was late, maybe we were just being silly. That was one of my laughs at myself yesterday. But anyways, this one is for my sister.  Love you sis!

Tuesday, September 28, 2010


First of all I'd like to say welcome to Sweetland Farm!
Please forgive the look, it's new and a work in progress.
These posts are random thoughts from a farmers wife. Don't get me wrong I'm just as much a farmer as he is. It's something that we do together, as a family. We farm not because we have to, but rather because we want to. We involve our four children in the chores, and they love it, most of the time. We get a huge since of satisfaction in growing and raising our own food, well a lot of it anyways. But enough about that...
I have a funny story about story about our daughters sheep. One is a Finn Sheep and the other is a Romney Finn. They currently are like dogs and run around the field we live in. Well I had harvested our onions from our garden to make spaghetti sauce and put them on the table outside to dry on overnight. I later went outside to check on them and noticed that a lot were on the ground. I thought that the laying hens had gotten into them first, but then remembered that chickens don't like onions. Then Minty, the Finn Sheep comes up to me. So I loved on her and , well you know how a sheep has multiple stomach's and will regurgitate their food? Well she made that sound , and it sounds like a burp, right in my face! I was almost knocked over by the smell of onions on her breath! Surprised I looked at her, then looked more closely at my onions and saw there were bite makes out of them! I smiled and rubbed her soft head, and told her to leave them alone, and shooed her off. (Yes I talk to my animals). I didn't think that sheep liked onions, but apparently mine do, or just a few bites here and there out of the biggest ones! I ended up having to pick them up again the next morning. They didn't stay out of them and ate all the tops off them.  Oh well. I still had enough to make lots of spaghetti sauce, and our daughter got a kick out of the story when I told her about it.