Tag Archives: MaryJane

Homing In

Once upon a time, long, long ago…(Fall of 2010)

In a faraway land…(Moscow, Idaho)

a farmgirl princess (MaryJane Butters)

was indulging in one of her favorite, guilty pleasures…

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I Need a Cluck ‘N Cup of Coffee

When was the last time you drank a “Cluck ’N Cup” of coffee?  Does that mean you were enjoying it with a klatch of girlfriends? Did you have a cluckin’ good time? As my driver was delivering me to the Charlotte, NC airport a couple of months ago just before dawn, I spied this little shop. “Can you stop please? I NEED a photo of this!” He pulled over, I rolled down my window, and snatched a shot. Have any of you seen these shops in NC? What a fun place for sisters to meet up/catch up. What a cluckin’ great way to start your day. Here’s the skinny: cluckncup.getmyip.com/html.

Playing Possum

When it comes to my chickens, I’m a mother hen who doesn’t mess around. My girls have the run of the place, and I don’t take kindly to predatory folk prowling around, plundering nests, and ruffling feathers.

But every “Head Hencho” knows there are as many ways of tending a flock as there are chicken poops under a roost. You have your movable pens, laser deterrents, traps, and high-voltage hot wire. Plenty of armed and able farmgirls shoot to kill without batting an eyelash.

And then there’s another approach, one you might not want to try at home.

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Remonstrate

I’d be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t familiar with the concept behind this week’s word. It’s “remonstrate.” Say it with me:

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Give the Dog a Broken Bone

“Get out” is what I WON‘T be saying to my 104 pound, hair-shedding Great Pyrenees dog, one of two white (and often muddy) farm dogs that are supposed to be my OUTSIDE doggie-poohs. (I do love these girls. Pyrenees are sooooooooo gentle and stoical and kind and well-behaved.)

Well, one of my Pyrs (peers) pulled off an INSIDE job when she broke her foot. And because she’ll be in a cast for six weeks, I let the pampering begin.

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The Queen’s Throne

I’ve been deliriously happy and grateful the last year over something that is well, mmmmmm, kind of unmentionable.

“She isn’t!” (Carol’s voice.)

Yes, I am.

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Hit the Road, Jill

Few things are as all-American as the old-fashioned family road trip. So here’s my friendly nudge: five places to take your little ones before they “un-little.”

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Watch Jane Grow!

Closing in on five years old, I’m already growing food and lots of it. Last spring, NannyJane picked me up early in the morning for what she called a day of “grandgirl growing.”

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