Farm News July 11 2013
We are all working frantically getting ready for the Big Event next week. If you’re not sure about the hours and are in the North Iowa area, please come Wednesday night between 5 – 9 p.m. for food and drinks. No individual invitations are being sent this year. The rummage sale will open in the barn at 5 pm and yes, there are steps to get into the haymow where everything is displayed. The house will also be open for self-tours on Wednesday evening and all day Thursday. On Friday you’re all invited to Connie’s garden and sewing room to look around – you will love it!! And don’t forget that everything in the quilt shop with very few exceptions is 20% off! This is our 30 year anniversary – come and help us celebrate.
Here’s a big job that Rick and I did before he went back on the road this week. The bridal wreath hedge was planted 15 years ago and the Virginia creeper vine had grown in and out of the bushes creating a tangled mess.
Rick cut the trunk about 2’ high and then we tied a rope around the vines and branches, hooked it to the lawn tractor and pulled them out – that was my job. Here’s a before and after picture. This was a really hard job and one that I’ve been wanting to do for several years.
Last weekend I boarded this big beautiful black lab named Jackson while his parents traveled to Illinois for a family wedding. He was a perfect gentleman and made my job so very easy.
We are enjoying our screened in porch every evening and Rick and Faye are relaxing together in this picture taken last week.
I have more rummage to mark so I will close with these flower pictures which were all taken today here at the farm.
See you next week, we hope!
My neighbour was working in his yard when he was startled by a late model car that came crashing through his hedge and ended up in his front lawn.
He rushed to help an elderly lady driver out of the car and sat her down on a lawn chair.
He said with excitement, “you appear quite elderly to be driving.”
“Well, yes, I am,” she replied proudly. “I’ll be 97 next month, and I am now old enough that I don’t even need a driver’s license anymore.
“The last time I went to my doctor, he examined me and asked if I had a driver’s license. I told him yes and handed it to him. He took scissors out of the drawer, cut the license into pieces, and threw them in the waste basket, saying,
‘You won’t need this anymore,’ so I thanked him and left!”