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Seen at the Fair

I don't know anything about sheep, being a 'cow' person, but it seems they know how to cool down when they are hot, as this dressed in wool on a sweltering summer day babe. She couldn't have gotten any closer to the fan blades without being in danger of getting a terrific snarl in her hair...uh, wool. I'm sure the other girls in the pen were just wishing for it, though, being this one was such a 'hog'...

The Maine Project

We have this beautiful and ancient field on our property on the southern Maine coast, not far from the house we lived in for 23 years. We always knew we'd go back, even after we sold the house 5 years ago, and came to New Jersey to hang out on our farm here for awhile, and work very hard...constantly.

Long story short, it's nearly time to go back. We are building a barn to live a simple life in. I think it's going to be a great...there's all day sunshine, with a nice breeze blowing to cool it off. And, there are dragonflies the size of helicopters flying everywhere to catch and eat the mosquitoes...also the size of helicopters.

Here's what the barn looked like this past weekend when I went up. Exciting.

It will be a fascinating project, the finishing of the barn and the moving to it. We are doing everything ourselves from here on out. Wish us luck, please. I'll keep you posted.

Honestly...

I've been going about this blog thing all the wrong way, thinking I had to have something exciting and brilliant to report on each time I added a new post. This came from a habit I developed a few months ago of reading the blogs of other "creative" people. It was simply too much to compete with, not that this is all a "competition", mind you, but it is very hard to get anyone to notice you these days. And, let's not kid ourselves, it's all about getting noticed, one way or another.

I am a mess. Unfocused. Unorganized, the whole thing. I wander from job to job every day, doing what needs to be done, but lately, nothing extra. I blame this on many things, none of them me, of course. But, really, I've no one to blame but myself. (Although, I do have four tiny grandchildren here at the farm for the summer...and their parents. Fun and fun.)

So, what I'm going to attempt to do is use this blog as a tool to help me get it together. You can read it or not, but it will be an honest diary of exactly what it's like to be a should-be-working-all-the-time-artist and sort of part-time farmer.  

It may not be always pretty, but here goes...