Friday, November 30, 2012


'Tis the season here at the farmette.  Outside decorations are going up with abandon.  However, I can't seem to get any help with the inside decor....hmmmmmmm.  

Playlist totally deserted my blog and then I started over with a Mixpod playlist.  Now, they have disappeared from the blog-o-sphere.  Sad times, my friends.  

I am in need of book suggestions, as I have finished with Barbara Kingsolver's new book, Flight Behavior.  Any suggestions.......anyone......Bueller........

"Life moves pretty fast.  If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."  
Ferris Bueller

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

She Ain't That Kind of Girl

So, maybe it isn't entirely true that I didn't shop this past weekend. After the parade, on Saturday, I made the family walk across the street to our Smalltownland antique mall. 

I adore this place.  It housed a hardware store back in the day.  As in 1900, back in the day.  It remains in near original condition.  I can remember visiting this building when I was a child and it still sold hardware and furnishings. 

It is true that I have purchased many an item from this facility.  It is even true that I am such a good customer that I am known by name and....when I walk in the store they have recommendations for me.  

While walking around I spied this beauty.  Although beautiful, she made it clear that she wasn't putting up with any funny business. 

The sign on her made it clear to all of those who came close to her. 

She ain't that kind of girl.  

Sunday, November 25, 2012

The Start of the Season

With Thanksgiving officially over, the Christmas season has begun here in Smalltownland. 

Christmas on the Square was celebrated with the town's populace counting down for the lights to be turned on throughout the square. 

Santa made his appearance during the parade and set up camp in our historic courthouse. 

Now, I think we just need a little snow to complete the season.  

Friday, November 23, 2012

Black Friday at the Farmette

Black Friday at the Farmette is a casual affair. It involves Secret Agent Man waking up early to clean out a fence row on the far end of our property. 

I take photos and he does the work.  

I also enjoy the scenery and propose leftover turkey for lunch. 

No lines, no shopping, no crowds.  A book to read for the afternoon, a nap by the wood stove, and more turkey leftovers for supper. 

Life in the fast lane.  

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Gearing Up

Today I am gearing up for the family gathering here at the farmette this Thursday. Lots of food, laughter, and let us all pray for a well done turkey. 

Perhaps, through this barn photograph,  I am channeling thoughts of an empty turkey carcass after everyone has declared it delicious.  Perhaps.....

"He who thanks but with the lips
Thanks but in part; 
The full, the true Thanksgiving
Comes from the heart."

J.A. Shedd 

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Frost on the Bottle Tree


Cold weather is here to stay.

Jack Frost leaves his mark each and every morning. 

We do have frost on our pumpkins,

but the frost on the bottle tree is just more beautiful. 

Friday, November 16, 2012

Signs, Signs

They are out there in Smalltownland giving me all kinds of signals. 

Summer is over. 


Cattle farms abound. 

Horse hay anyone?

A country ham sounds good for the holidays. 

A small, country grocery store fading away. 

A pointless arrow showing me the way, everyday.

Yes, The Lord is here too. 

"Life is one big road with lots of signs.  So when you are riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind.  Flee from hate, mischief, and jealousy.  Don't bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality.  Wake up and Live!" 

Bob Marley 

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Rural Decay

It is everywhere I look.  Rural decay abounds on my small, old country roads.  Old farmhouses, buildings, and barns are the majority of my pictures. 

Farms are plentiful in my area.  And not just old farms, but real working, American farms. 

With those farms come farmhouses in all states of disrepair. 

More often than not they are left to decay as a mere memory of who might have lived there.  Typically it is a reminder of the generations that established the farm before our times. 

It is also a bit of a statement of our times as well.  Neither the money, nor the time, are often available to resurrect these beauties to their former glory. 

But, I think they possess a beauty all their own.  Chipped paint, doors askew, and dilapidated porches beg to be photographed.  

At least in my book they do.  My attempt to bring a bit of their former beauty to life.  

Sunday, November 11, 2012


Gentle readers.... 

If you are squeamish, then please look away.

 This weekend was opening day for deer season here in Kentucky. Yes, bow and muzzle loader season have had their day, but this is the big day. The day the, "men", all gather to usher in the season.  The women cook for them.  Old school, I know, but it is the truth. 

The Deerslayer lived up to his name and took a ten point buck on opening morning.  I realize you cannot see most of his face due to the shade from his cap, but this is how he rolls these days.  

This group of guys, including his dad, have had him out in the field since he had to have help holding his gun.  They look a bit rat-tag in this photo, but rest assured there is one city councilman,  a state trooper, a doctor, our own small town insurance man, and police officers in this bunch.   

They are a mixed lot, that is for certain, but they help each other no matter the circumstance nor the project. 

This year they were missing one other very important gentleman.  Our own small town family physician passed away and was attending in spirit this year.  In his honor they each took a gun, from his collection, to hunt with for opening day. 

comrade - noun.  a faithful friend, a colleague

And, so much more.  

Friday, November 9, 2012


I am a sucker for pigs.  

I fully realize this is because I don't actually have any to care for here on the farmette.   I recently came across this group while taking, "the long way home", as advised by Secret Agent Man. 

Those little snouts were just so cute as they dashed up to the fence when I stopped to take a photo. long as they stay little....which they never do. 

But, they do make bacon, which I so dearly love. 

"Never wrestle with pigs.  You both get dirty and the pig likes it."  

George Bernard Shaw 

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Thoughtful Thursday

Spying on me from the side of a small country road.  

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Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Votin' Small Town Style

So, today I went and exercised my right to vote, and I sincerely hope you did too. 

I stopped at this tiny building on the side of the road, that backs up to a cow pasture.  I had my driver's license in hand, but didn't need it as the gentleman checking me in was a bus driver/farmer that I see each day at work.  There were less than ten of us squeezed into this building.  Two stations with paper ballots for scanning and one computer station.  The two folks filling out their paper ballots were helping each other fill in the correct circles. I chose the computer station and was out in no time flat.  

When I first moved out to the farmette, I voted at a small country store.  You know the kind where elderly farmers sit around the wood stove and chat the afternoon away?  It would have all been just fine if I had been able to vote inside the store, but no!  They sent me around the building to a.....closet?  The ceiling looked as if it was about to fall in on top of me and to make matters more uncomfortable, I was the only woman present at the time. My vote was cast and counted....old men and bad ceilings be darned.  

Wherever your location today, I hope you take the time to make an informed decision.  If you are on the east coast dealing with lack of power, long lines, and stressful conditions, you have my total admiration. 

"A vote is like a rifle:  its usefulness depends upon the character of the user."  

Theodore Roosevelt

Sunday, November 4, 2012

A Time of Rest

This weekend marks the first time in many months that our family does not have a sporting event to attend. 

Both the football team and basketball team ended their season with a district runner-up title.  The football coach resigned at the end of their last game Friday night, leaving the players with many questions as to who will lead them in the spring.  

The trap team ended their season with many victories and wonderful times together. 

And so today marks a season of rest.  Today I shall endeavor not to leave the farmette. 

I shall spend some time in the kitchen and I think I see a long walk in my future for the afternoon.  

"Home is where you can go and rest and be nothing."  

Marty Rubin 


Friday, November 2, 2012


"A life is not important except in the impact it has on other lives."  

Jackie Robinson 

What is your impact?  

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Thoughtful Thursday

Yet another abandoned farmhouse sitting alone out in a field.  

The stories it could tell.

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