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Buy props used in MaryJane’s books and magazine!
5% of profits will benefit www.firstbook.org, a non-profit that provides new books to children from low-income families throughout the U.S. and Canada.
Here’s how:
MaryJane will post a photo and a description of a prop and its cost along with a few details as to its condition here: https://shop.maryjanesfarm.org/MaryJanesCurations. It’s a playful way to be the new owner of a little bit of farm herstory.
Monthly Archives: May 2013
my bandit b-day
For my 60th b-day, my daughter, Megan, and I traveled with Ace to Kansas to join up with a Farmgirls on the Loose event. I’m still sorting through all the photos we took and promise to share every detail of our fabulous time very soon.
Upon my arrival back home, there were plenty of b-day surprises awaiting my arrival.
First Camping Trip of the Year!
We’ve had the most beautiful weather this past week. While Mom and NannyJane were traveling to a farmgirl glamping gathering in Kansas (stay tuned for their posts), Dad took Mia, me, and our pup camping last weekend.
happy HAPPY birthday to MaryJane and Carol!
Carol and MaryJane share the same birthday—probably the reason why they’ve worked so well together for so many years—they’re really two peas in a pod. So today we’re celebrating their birthday farmgirl-style with a triple chocolate cake (Saralou’s surprise), gluten-free brownies (Karina’s surprise), huckleberry cupcakes with cream cheese frosting and lemon cupcakes with huckleberry frosting (my surprise made by my friend Traci).
Yup, no pictures of us today cause we’re reserving the day for sweat pants and celebrating (eating). I’m thinking we’ll make popcorn for lunch.
raspberries all “rowed up”
My raspberries are what farmers around here refer to as “all rowed up.” Sho ‘nuf.
Gleaner’s Kitchen
When we ponder re-using, re-purposing,
upcycling,
most of us don’t think …
produce.
meet baby Yore
Another new baby Jersey was born yesterday to Mama Emma. I named him Yore, not because he’s harmless and sweet like Eeyore (who is surprisingly good at Pooh-sticks), and not because Yore means
yesteryear, time past, and especially long past as in Heritage Jersey, the breed I’m big on because they’re so small. I named him Yore because when I rolled him/her over to find out we’d just had our third GUY in a row (we want girls—they give milk), I said …
If these clothespins could talk …
What a find. Hard to imagine the situation in which a woman carved clothespins from select tree branches and then wrapped some scrap metal around the ends so they wouldn’t split entirely. Then, THEN, she hollowed out a larger branch and covered one end in a piece of leather to hold her FOUR clothespins. Precious indeed. How I wish I knew the history of these pins.
Ah, it’s the little things in life …
The obvious, the humble,
The all-too-often overlooked.