Home Sweet Home

It's likely that you have no idea that I've been gone the last 10 days. Thanks to a little hard work prior to vacation, the blog posts were all written and scheduled to post as usual. 

Fact.  If you asked my husband what I do every.single.time I go away on vacation, I'm not sure if he'd tell you. He likely would be kind enough to not reveal that I cry every.single.time we leave our home. When we were first together, he was all concerned that maybe I was sick (not the case) or I didn't want to go on vacation (not true) or that something major might be wrong (well, he may have a point there). Now, he just comes to expect it, as it happens every time, without fail. It's almost time to go, I burst into sobs, say I hate leaving our homestead, that nothing is done, I'm so disorganized, etc. He just hugs me, tells me that I'm doing a good job and that we will have fun. 

You know, I do have fun when I go away.

But...

I have the most fun coming home. 

I came home tonight, went around to all the animals, gathered the eggs, met some baby chicks I hadn't seen before, visited the garden, smelled the fresh air. There were cats under my feet, a dog running laps, roosters crowing, goats bleating, hens squawking, children squealing, trains blowing their whistles.  There were new blooms in the garden (irises!), radishes ready, mini zucchinis growing and tomatoes flowering.  So many good new things. So many old familiar things.

This vacation, I not only cried when I left, but I also cried when I came home.  Because there's nothing that makes me more happy than being home.

Corn Fritters

 Not my recipe, got the recipe from here.  Since this is where I keep track of my fave recipes, I'm adding it to my files here. We loved these.

Corn Fritters

1 C flour
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1 T white sugar
1 egg
1/2 c. milk
1 T. veg oil
12 oz can corn, drained

Mix flour, baking powder, salt, sugar. Add egg, milk oil. Hand stir corn in.

Deep fry in deep fryer until golden.

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Tractor Explosion.

My Adrian....so NOT a minimalist. He has SO many tractors/cows/farming equipment, but needs more, so he says. He has a barn in his room, a barn in the living room and a barn on the porch. But he doesn't have enough barns, so he made another one.  He has farming stuff in every room, in the barn and in the car. Plus the stuff I moved to the attic (mama trying to downsize him a bit).  SO MUCH STUFF.  But he needs it ALL. Of course.  I emptied a shelf, hoping to contain some of it in his room at the least.

I've sort of come to the conclusion...his need for collecting is equivalent to my need for fabric. No need whatsoever, but there's quite a love.  And one can never have too much fabric, yes?  It is nice that we both have hobbies that make us quite happy...even though they do come with lots of stuff.

 (Should have gotten a better pic, but you get the idea..)

Thrifted.

 Cowboy boots (too big now, but he'll grow!), two tennis balls, a book for each kid and a book for me. An attachment to make a typical pot a steamer, two push on lights, three patterns: $5.00

Four yards of flannel (Christmas Jammies!), a couple yards of green and a couple yards of that vintage print (spoiler...birthday dress for her coming!), a wooden stamp of a pig, a white farmhouse vintage print (which I think I'm collecting now...old white farmhouse prints that is), a three pack (not even open) of those knitting looms. $5.50 Score!

Morning, noon and night

Just some random highlights from around our farm the last few weeks.  I love how home sweet home is buzzing with activity. We've been a way for a bit. Eager to get back in the swing of things.

 

Picking Daisies

Strolling fields and picking wildflowers.  It's one of those childhood things that should always rank high in the list of favorites.