Sunday, January 8, 2012

Saponification Sunday , Fiona Farrows and WATCH OUT Tide.

Sunday, Sunday Sunday. A day to relax and rest unless your friend Jay comes to visit. I keep telling myself that one day that guys' battery will run down...in the meantime we feed him, we watch movies together (Waking Ned Divine, LOVE IT) we count new born babies, we test powders and clays and then he helps me make laundry soap for the farm store.

Full Bred Red Wattle Hog Fiona and her
new brood, about 12 hrs old.
This week I pulled out all the natural coloring bags. Indigo, Woad Powder, Orange Peel Powder, Wheat Grass Powder, Maddor Root powder. and French Red Clay. Why so many ? "Cause when Mr Jay is here, he and I have a hard time focusing. Residual bad behavior from our teen days of running from the cops, I mean "in track." Yeah, we were on the track team together. Athletes. Sure we were.

As a nurse I thought Castor Oil had only
one redeeming trait. Who knew it could create
happy bubbles as well?

Soap made with (from top down on tiny bars) 
Orange peel powder
Maddor root powder and Indigo powder
We spent a good part of the morning testing different powders  and their solubility in oil VS water. Then we made laundry soap with him cutting little circles with a box knife out of paper bags while I ground up shaved bar soap with washing soda and borax. Truly with all that white powder floating around in the air we're lucky that...lets just say we were lucky.

Just one more product for the Farm Store
Watch your backside TIDE

We cut, we ground, we shaved, we labeled and then after feeding him fresh eggs, fresh sausage, fresh coffee we sent him home with a big bag O' meat for his Greek step father Gus.

Yes, he really has a stepfather named Gus, who is Greek, who owns restaurants and if he hears you making fun of him you might want to hide under the table. He may be 86 but he is no cream puff. He has a great recipe for one though. Of course it is a secret and if he tells you he will have to kill you.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

(Antique) HELP WANTED!

Farm, farm, farm, blah,blah,blah...

We needed a break today so off to Campaign (60 miles south) to pick up a few things at the...uh...farm stores...after doing all our morning chores of course, and then into Copasetic Consignments to pick up a pair of lamps I bought two weeks ago while on a shopping trip with mes suers. (That was for you Cro, sorry it's all I got)

This is where I need the help. I love antiques, even more so as I get older and my parents get deader. Not being disrespectful, just factual. But, I am no expert and therefore thought maybe some of my antique blogger friends, Tom? John?  Algernon? might shed a little light (sorry, so very sorry) on this pair.



The lamps are brass, I believe, heavy, with marble, perhaps, between the base and the main body.
They stand 27 inches from finial tip (one finial is missing, I assume there must be finial replacement stores? Finials R Us ?). The marble bases are real purty as is the general scroll work.



The shades have been replaced with some kind of faux leather that (I think) looks great. No idea what the original shade was. They have been rewired. No markings on the base or anywhere else I can see. I paid $75 for the pair and love seeing them on the mid-century buffet I inherited from my folks.



So, who knows anything about lamps? Who cares to take a few minutes to tell me what you know? Who wishes I would go back to talking about diatomaceous earth and its treatment of bloody stools in calves.? These answers and more can be found on tomorrows The Midlife Farmwife.  Stay tuned.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

The Dangerous Farm

Non-farm folks generally think pastoral thoughts as they drive by.

"Martha, look at that there peaceful pastoral scene" said Freddy
"Yes, dear it sure is peaceful in a pastoral sense" said Martha

What they don't see is the behind the scenes drama that sadly can take lives. Farming is one of the most dangerous jobs (number 4 in the top 10) in the US. I was always the nag hag of the family, running after Keith and the boys when they did stupid, asinine, ought-to-be-slapped-upside-the-head, thoughtless stuff. You know, like riding on the tailgate of the truck, or the livestock trailer or the manure spreader. They all had issues with riding INSIDE of vehicles for some reason.

But vehicular related accidents on the farm are just part of the risks.

Hay, can be a bigger threat. A couple of year ago, a distant neighbor of ours was crushed, and died, when large hay bales fell on him. He was in his 30's. We use the same type of large square bale and after that particular accident I was the shreiking mama who put the big kaposh on climbing on the hay bales. It made me unpopular with the teens in our family who would climb up top for some private time away from the adults.

Then last week, I saw these bales of hay Keith pulled out of our barn.



At first I thought mold, but a quick feel (I'm too tired for anything more than that lately) revealed dry and crackly. Sure enough this black stuff is burn marks. Put away on the moist side, the hay heated up and started to burn. Fortunately for us, this happened at the farmers barn where we buy our hay. By the time it was shipped to us it was cold and no longer a threat.

But seeing it sitting out there has reminded me how dangerous our job is, how fortunate our farmer friend was and how we all need to remain vigilant when it comes to farm safety. So if you see me walking around our machine shed or large livestock barn with my nose up in the air please assume I am just checking for heat in the hay, not being a stuck-up Midlife Farmwife.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Saponification Sunday

Yes, I am aware I did not talk about soap last Sunday. Now what was the reason ? Oh yeah, Christmas but hey, no more slacking off for this gal. Today is Sunday and therefore we talk about the soap, until I forget the next time. There's a 50/50 chance.

This weeks cold process creation colored
with maddor root powder, scented with Frankincense
Essential Oil which is very weird and yet likeable

Decisions are being made on this first day of the year, important and earth shattering ones...there will be no further advancement of my soap business at this time. How's that for definately indefinate? With all that is going on farm wise my soap shall remain ETSY-less, EBAY-less and ON-Line Store-less.

Made with Coconut, Babassu, Olive, Sunflower
and Castor Oils, it stacks well don't you think?

Instead I will sell it only in my own little farm store and to the folk who ask for the occasional bars after reading my blog. Oh, and my hard core repeat buying soap customers Jean, Shannon, Wayne and Vickie. And those sisters of mine and their female offspring and my daughter, her daughters and of course the daughter-in-laws. Not to mention, but I must, my mail lady, and the owners of the  two small nearby antigue stores but I won't be refilling those...well unless I change my mind...you know like if they beg me or something.

Dipped in Pink Himalayan Salts and
Epsom Salt Crystals, my homemade bath salts.

Does that make my soap very exclusive ? Naaaaaa. It just illumintes the slothfullness  of the soap maker. Or maybe, just maybe a tired farmwife who is finally admitting she has limits. We're funny that way are we not? Insisting on doing  EVERYTHING and then getting mad when EVERYTHING doesn't get done; but I regress.

Hot Process Crock Pot Soap created
from 4 different  Cold Process bars.

But lest you fret, Saponification Sunday will continue as soap is fun and I am in need of more levity in my life right now and besides, the last thing I need is the law firm of Cro, Cocobong and Cro showing up at my door demanding their blog money refunded.

Scented with Lavender, Lemongrass, Sweet Orange
and Bergamot. You say Pychotic, I say Eclectic

Friday, December 30, 2011

Hello, my name is....

Welcome to Farm House Friday , just another fabulously fun way to communicate via http://www.therenegadefarmer.com/

"Know Your Farmer" is  just one more of the ever popular agricultural phrases making the rounds lately. For some customers it's as simple as asking a few questions while they are picking up their weekly supply of raw milk, burger of veggie CSA, while for others; it means spending several days working alongside us and actually getting dirty.

Most farmers love to talk about their operations
but don't expect them to sit still for long!
And then there is the whole range in between which includes the customer who decided that investing in our small farm store fit her needs better than investing in yet another Wall Street venture. That investment fit our needsfabulously  as well!

But the point is, we highly recommend you get to know a little about your farmer before you begin purchasing items from them directly. Just because someone calls himself a farmer, does not automatically infer wholesomeness. Sad to say there are "farmers" who raise little of their own produce or meat, contracting instead with other growers and then marketing the products as their own.

Attending a field day at a local farm is a great way
to walk and talk with "your" farmer
Bottom line: ask questions, LOTS of questions.
Some to consider of your meat farmer might be:

How are your animals raised?
What (specifically) are your animals fed?
Do your animal feeds contain antibiotics, hormones, steroids ?
Does your farm hold any certifications such as; certified organic by the National Organic Program, certified grass fed by The American Grass Fed Association, or certified humane by the Humane Farm Animal Care Organization  (keep in mind professional certifications does not automati-cally infer a well managed farm but it can make a good farm, better. Some certifications are cost prohibitive to small family farms)
 How are sick animals cared for on your farm?
Are your animals on pasture or feed lots?
How are your animals slaughtered?

And then one of the best questions you can ever ask...


May I visit your farm?

A visit to the farm you are interested in, will tell you far more than anything a farmer shares with you over the phone or via a shiny, happy brochure or professional web page. In fact, some of the most ethical farms have neither blogs, Face Book pages or Web Sites. What they do have is hard working people growing the best meat, vegetables and milk you will ever find, if you willing to take a drive and take a walk.

Keep in mind, farmers usually work where they live and one should not expect a farmer to drop whatever it is he is doing to give you a tour of his farm, but most farmers are very proud of their operations and are more than happy to make an appointment with you for a brief visit. Be respective of their work load and keep an eye out for the things your farmer may not talk about. Are the animals inquisitive and friendly towards the farmer or do they appear fearful? Are the shelters adequate against rain and snow and without overcrowding?  Is there evidence of clean water supply?

Finally, look at the animals. Are their eyes clear and bright without drainage? Do they have shiny coats of hair or are they dull and brittle? Are they standing knee deep in manure? Remember again, manure is part of farm life and although some areas may have more manure than others, as long as animals have places to go which are dry and clean, an immaculate barn is not necessary or practical.

The best way to get to know your farmer is simply to talk with him. Ask him or her or them WHY they do what they do and why is it important to them, and if you can spare a little time, volunteer a day to work with them side by side. The best way to learn is by doing. Farming is hard work.


Help is always wanted.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Three Hog Night

Mad Max (left) and Leopard look to Spot for most of their communication needs
This am was wicked. Keith had to battle near white our conditions at 0600 on the way to the locker with a couple beef heading out to meet their (steak) maker. I tended to a few chores in his absence
such as tracking of wild farm animals in the freshly fallen snow

From left:oveweight farmwife, overweight pet turkey, just right weight Great Pyrenees

and I tried to catch a pic of the above three mooches as they were huddled all cute and sweet (all 1800 pounds of them combined) in their warm and well bedded hogcienda.

But they heard me coming and met me at the fence. Only a real pig would leave a nice clean bed to stand in line for a free handout. "Feed us Seymour" was grunted unnanimously. Please note, they normally have a fine pasture with lots of grass but recent rains and snows have turned everything into mud.

And I mean everything

Just one more reason I no longer wear open-toed heels on the farm
This time of year, the in between late fall and before deep winter time of year, is sometimes more of a pain than when it is mid January. At least then the ground is frozen and easy to walk on. After Keith returned from the locker we packed away another 200 pounds of pork in our little farm store The Spotted Wattle
Cheddar Cheese Bratwurst. Can you think of a better way to bring in the New Year?
We didn't expect many farm store customers this week due to the holidays but we were wrong, and very grateful. The more folks who buy from our store the less time I have to spend out on the streets, you know, carrying that big A-frame sign saying "get your milk fed pork chops right here."

It's a little embarassing.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Merry Christmas



And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a saviour, which is Christ the Lord.

Merry Christmas to all my blog friends and their families from The Midlife Farmwife.