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june 2015…..Should I continue this farm blog?


Should I write a blog?

June 10, 2015

Excited to write a entry in my farm blog, but tragedy struck. I know to “save’ anything on the computer. I wrote the blog entry, saved it, then went to website, like I always do, to check to see how it looks. If I notice off the bat if there are any mistakes. I went to the webpage and75% of the blog is GONE!!! What happened? Immediately , I texted Michael Miessner, the guy that does our farm website. He called back and tried to look on the server, on his side, but to no avail.

July 31, 2015

And now, I am up to date It has taken me a month to final get all the word documents, finding files and put them into the new website’s blog.

Hope you are learning a lot of how these days go around here on this fantastic farm!

Today, I officially, sold my first ‘grass fed beef’ to customers, two families vacationing together in the mountains. Chef Mo, recommended us!!


Easter, 2015, Puppy… three days in hiding


Puppy got run over and lived to tell about it.

Have I told the story of Puppy? Puppy is a Sharplanenic Guardian Livestock dog who was Medo’s son and lived on the farm a wee bit. A wee bit until he was the culprit of bite marks on the pony and dead turkeys in the field. We had to find a home for him. Our assistant Pastor and his wife said they would love to have him and there is where Puppy lived for over 8 years. Alan and Camie had decided to adopt children and needed to find a home for Puppy. My Julianne told them that he could come to the farm. Well, It was easy for Julianne to say for Puppy to come to the farm, Julianne doesn’t have to deal with the farm on a day to day basis.

Weeks went by and I kept saying, no, there are too many dogs here already. Medo was still doing well and alive. I guess Julianne tried to find different homes but God had other plans. Puppy came here, boy, I wish I could remember exactly when! I had to make sure that Medo accepted Puppy . Two big dogs getting along again!

So, Medo and Puppy were pretty good together.

I had scheduled time with Danielle to help out with Graham, so she could do her job. It was fun for me…hotel…good food, Graham, Danielle, just babysitting!!!

So, I was driving home to the farm and I get a call from Dan, he knew I was coming home that day. He sounded awful and I asked him what was wrong. He said that Puppy was missing.


Well, was I wrong to be a bit upset? Did he not look for him? Dan continued to tell me that ( mind you this is Thursday afternoon ) on Tuesday morning as he was backing out to go to work, he felt, heard his truck run over something! You can guess what /who he ran over. Dan figured since Puppy ran up to the porch, he was OK. I am so sorry to say, but that might tell you what kind of farmer Dan is!

He thought since Puppy walked away, he was OK. Well, Dan didn’t see/find Puppy that night and the next, and the next. I know that Dan wasn’t going to to tell me cuz he thought Puppy would just show up. Dan could have at least told Julianne. She would have been there in a second and look for him to check him over!!

I remember pulling over and just feeling like throwing up. I talked to God, shouted to God cuz I just didn’t have the calmness to talk to anyone else.

Could He, of course, He could, bring Puppy back to life if he was dying somewhere? I must have talked to God for half an hour. I told Him how if He could raise Jesus, and Lazarus and I believe there are others, from the dead, He could help a little ( for those of you who know him, hehe) dog out. I knew He could answer my pleading prayer.


As I rounded a bend in the interstate near Greensboro, there was a gigantic billboard…. HE IS RISEN…… is what it said. So, I knew God could save Puppy. I don’t know how many minutes passed. I know that my foot was pretty heavy on the gas pedal, hurrying to get home…to look for Puppy.

Meanwhile, at QMS, word, somehow, got out that Puppy was missing, Julianne starting crying and Dan felt terrible.

It was good that I had three hours more to go, cuz I wasn’t sure how to react to Dan, if I could have been home in 30 minutes. I am working on that. Forgive others as we ask our Father to forgive us. yeah, Dear God, don’t give me anymore situations to learn from.

It turns out that Cameron and Dan got to the farm and Cameron found Puppy, under the antique wash bucket stand on the front porch. They called me and I am relieve and again eternally grateful to God for taking care of one of the special animals on our farm. Puppy laid for a couple days without moving much, I bandaged his gash, gave him water and much needed TLC. He is Alive!

jan. 5, 2015 What is important


Well, I will try again, write the diary, keep up with the blog. I am sitting at the airport terminal, using every minute, to produce. I listened to Pastor Steven Furtick with Elevation church, based in Charlotte, NC yesterday online. He talked about John Chapter 15, you know, I am the vine, you are the branches chapter and he was very enlighting. God is our gardener, who prunes the fruit producing branches and CUTS the unproducing branches. Furtick talked about it takes time, to produce a beautiful flower, tree, fruit. …and trimming hurts. He also talked about what is important, what is worthwhile, concerning our time. And all this because I feel overwhelmed all the time with the amount of projects, daily chores, making jewelry, spinning fiber, teaching spinning, all of which I love, demands my time. As I have learned from preparing and traveling to Rhinebeck to teach spinning for over a week, I can do anything I want, I just CAN”T do everything. So, choosing which item to do with my time is perplexing to me right now. I do and am proud to say that I have consistently sat with My God each morning to have coffee with Him and read His Word. I actually set the timer on my cell phone and it works so well. I try to text my girls, “Take 5” and they know what that means. I guess the truism, if you do something for 28 days, it becomes a habit, a ritual. He tells me, I hear, “have you sat with Me?” Yet before I officially start my day”. I use the thoughts of ….He has given me 24 hours, can I not give Him back 10 totally devoted minutes? It makes me smile. I guess this morning even I heard Him tell me, “I will help you plan. I can be part of your list. ….All is good.”

I am thankful for Matthew Wood, who will take care of the farm while I travel to Danielle’s. Danielle, Graham, and I will drive back to Asheville tomorrow. Danielle was a bit unsure of traveling 8+ hours with a wee little one. Graham is 12 pounds now and sleeping good, adjusting to his new life on God’s earth!

January, 2015…..My Medo


Can two opposite feelings be experienced at the same time? I am terribly sad my Medo, my dog has passed away, but I am very happy that he died in my arms before we all were set to travel to Beaufort to celebrate Christmas with Danielle, Corbitt, and Graham.

It was 6 months ago, I noticed that Medo was slower, slept more, started losing weight, but still barked and ran to any person or event troubling the farm, I knew he was near the end. My mind was preparing.

When I was driving back from being at Danielle’s for Graham’s birth, Dan called me from Greensboro and said that Medo had gone outside and collapsed on the porch. Greensboro is about 4 hours away. I don’t think I ever went so fast on the interstate. I had a mission. Get home.

Medo was still on the porch when I got home. Dan and I had to carry him in. He didn’t move much. I slept with him in a sleeping bag in the woodstove room that night. He didn’t go much after that. I was surprised one day, when something was an alarm for him at the farm and boy he jumped up and barked like he was 5 years old again.

All days blend together now, especially that I am typing this weeks after his death. I was preparing to go to Danielle’s for Christmas and I didn’t want Medo to have to stay ‘in the horse trailer’ or somewhere he wasn’t used to. I pleaded, cried and seriously asked God to let Medo go ‘on to heaven’ before I left. When Medo didn’t pass away, then my prayer changed to let him live till I get back.

It was the NIGHT before I was planning to go to Beaufort and Medo was breathing really strange. He had done that a few times before but he always seemed to be ‘back to normal’ after a few minutes. Well, this time, it was much longer and I imagine that God allowed me to have the thought that maybe he was having a hard time breathing and his lungs would go out and he would suffocate. I cried, and pleaded once again, but, this time, even though I was leaving the next day, I vowed to call the vet and have the vet put My Medo to sleep. I would do that because I couldn’t have him suffer.

Medo soon got back to breathing fine. I laid with him in the floor, hugging and petting him, talking to him sweetly. He was an amazing dog. He would follow me everywhere at the farm. I often envisioned that he would be the one to attack a ‘wild’ animal or veer off a rattlesnake in the path, just for me. I could easily take a big ole steak bone from him but let someone else come close to him and you might fear for your ‘leg’.

I went upstairs to get final things organized and came down and he was lying down, I picked up his head and he breathed his last breath. My Medo, my dog, my companion, my fearless guardian. Hugs, tears and happiness that God had granted my wish, my prayer, before I left, flooded me like no other.

I thanked my God more than you can imagine. Amen

It brings me to the realization that we all will go on to God’s world sooner or later. I can’t imagine, but I know the day will come when I will have to go through the sadness of hearing the news of my parents or my parents-in-law. It is an amazing path I am on now to still have both sets of parents alive and doing fairly well. God bless Mom and Dad and Bud and Bernice. I will go ahead and ask God to spare them pain in death, to take them quickly.

Well, enough of sadness.

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