F is for Family. F is for Farm. F is for Fun. F is for Food. F is for France. F is for Fevette. Who taught me early on what cows were capable of. F is for Fuck. As in “what the fuck have we done?” F is for Firetruck. Thank you Michael for providing [...]
Archive for December, 2011
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m very proud when I don’t have to leave the farm. I was a girl who had to go out at least once a day to feel like the day was a day. Now I’m up to my nose in projects that I love getting stuck into, I [...]
Brent and the boys moved material. Lucy played “Musketeer Fairy.” Minty Played with Lucy. Muffin moped. Zélie Macked. G moved a ladder under the Gascon Sun. Two chinese-made purses hung in an evergreen tree. One later broke. Legend surveyed. Kids frolicked. Majority avec tutu. Tosca not photographed [...]
Well, we eat meat. More specifically, we eat well-raised local meat. Even more specifically, we eat our own meat. The cows are still working their magic and just about ready. The chickens are snugging in a bit not laying like they used to as they tough it out through winter. In the meantime, we have [...]
Owning your very own Toyota pickup can only be improved by owning your very own digger. Which can only be improved by owning your very own tractor.
Well, cinnamon rolls really. Our family loves the word “buns.” I make buns every so often. I could even see myself running a line of Jean’s Buns in the future. I’ll stick anything in a bun with sauce. My mom every so often would make cinnamon rolls for Christmas day. I thought I’d giver ‘er [...]
It’s a holiday unto itself. On the sixteenth of December, Otto collapsed into his desire to eat the entire advent calendar. Despite some counsel regarding taunting sisters, he ate his way up to and including the twenty-second of December. Did he eat Christmas Eve Eve? No. Because Christmas Eve Eve is a holiday. [...]
Here are a few tidbits … Our neighbor told us that this is the time when the foxes and other chicken eating creatures hit the hunt during the day as the cold nights approach. I’ve not had any fox problems. I think Tosca and Legend keep the foxes away. But chickens have gone a-missin’. [...]
As I’ve said before, if you’d like to run a hit song in France, simply include the word “fuck” into your chorus and let FUN radio take it from there. Today’s installment of “gawd I love France and how lovely is it they don’t censor,” I bring you “Peacock” by Katy Perry. Sure, I’m prolly [...]
That Holiday Haze Is Approaching
Posted: December 14, 2011 in familyTags: advent calendars, family, france, peasant farmer
I don’t care how curmudgeony you might be about Christmas. If you have kids or are best friends with kids or have kids in your life, you can’t help but absolutely fall in love with Christmas all over again. Lucy, the nine-year-old, has had this house primed for Christmas since before America’s Thanksgiving. Which is [...]
