Sometimes beauty is hidden.
Imagine the other side of this leaf.
Or under my boot.
Sometimes it’s the quiet ones that slip by, barely noticed.
And the loud and flashy get all the attention.
Bigger, bolder doesn’t always work with me.
Not that I don’t appreciate inspiring views…I do.
I just tend to go for the quiet, the serene, the hidden beauty.
And that beauty always leads me back home.
Until tomorrow ~ hoping the leaves stay around a while longer ~ God willing,
Woodswoman
At our place, rabbits roam free.
That’s the way we like it.
And so do the rabbits.
Black or white.
Doesn’t matter.
We currently have 14+ mature rabbits.
Most are does.
Hmmm…I’ve never excelled at math, however…
We may have a population explosion on our hands.
One can only hope.
Until tomorrow ~ God willing,
Woodswoman
If you would like to see what we are up to, check us out at Russ-Stick Acres.
“In the name of the best within you, do not sacrifice this world to those who are its worst.
In the name of the values that keep you alive, do not let your vision of man be distorted by the ugly, the cowardly, the mindless in those who have never achieved his title.
Do not lose your knowledge that man’s proper estate is an upright posture, an intransigent mind and a step that travels unlimited roads.
Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all.
Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach.
Check your road and the nature of your battle.
The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it’s yours.”
Quote from John Galt’s final rant ~ Atlas Shrugged ~ authored by Ayn Rand.
Thirty (30) years ago, in 1979, I read this book and promptly quit my cushy, entertaining 30-Something-ish, high-paid Federal Government job.
I had guts then.
A year later, in 1980, I began my long serpentine journey with State Government.
Today, a fat paperback copy of Atlas Shrugged sits on my desk ~ staring me down each day.
It’s a subtle reminder that I do have choices.
Until tomorrow ~ God willing,
Woodswoman
As the week came to a close, I took a moment to reflect back.
Each week seems more enriched than the previous.
This week was no different.
Each day brings beauty.
However, each day also brings hard work.
I am equally yoked with Rustic Russ, but we require more strength than two mortal humans can muster.
TGIF – Today God is First.
Our livestock intended for our freezer went to be processed on Wednesday.
Rustic Russ hauled them down to farm country for a gentle, humane ending of their predestined journey.
This is always a solemn day for me, as I recall all the gentle love, scratches behind the ears and homemade goodies I poured into them while they were with us.
This little piggy, Rosie, stayed home.
Rosie is now over 200#’s.
We will be breeding her for spring babies.
After breeding, piglets come in 3 months, 3 weeks, 3 days, and 3:00 in the morning.
You think I’m kidding…?
Ah yes…
End of the fiscal year and time to balance the Michigan budget.
Our state government shut down for about 2 hours on 10/1, however I was sleeping so I didn’t get a chance to fully appreciate my layoff.
It was also a week of bad news for my Woodswoman buddy, Karla, as she received the final test results on her beloved dog, Jinx.
Karla and husband, Danny, will be facing a huge battle as Jinx starts a lengthy course of Chemo this coming week.
Jinx, aptly named by his unusual entry into their lives, stole their heart immediately upon coming home to TrailsEnd Kennel. The good lookin’ hound was the prize in a raffle drawing highlighting a “Streeper puppy”. Jinx entered a Siberian-dominated world and has been the King of that world ever since.
We wish Jinx well, as he faces the biggest race of his life to date.
Unfortunately, our newly released free-range rabbits sometimes have to battle for territory, just like in the streets of Chicago.
Homer Hickam (the white bunny on the left) got the worst of a fight with another male free-ranger (who shall remain unidentified).
All is quiet now.
And, right on schedule, our tractor (who is aptly named by me, although not appropriate for print) froze up.
Again.
Hydraulics are skewed.
If anyone within a stone’s throw knows anything about tractors, give us a holler.
It’s not that I don’t like our fancy tractor. I just miss “Tillie”, a 1952 Ford 8N we sold so we could “upgrade”.
The list could go on. However, this morning, Friday, upon awakening, it was discovered we had been without power for several hours.
Yes, TGIF…indeed.
Our Heavenly father guides us through the trials and tribulations each day, too numerous to mention.
I can’t imagine going it alone…
TGIF (Today God is First)
Until tomorrow ~ God willing,
Woodswoman
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