Humid Summer and Frigid Winter Work

What drives a man to want his career in life to be outside work at the mercy of hot, humid summers, and cold, wind-driven winters?  Ben Harrison, proprietor of Harrison Custom Fencing in Boyce, Virginia, will be happy to answer that question.

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               Ben Harrison, Proprietor, Harrison Custom Fencing, Boyce, Virginia

Being outside was the first answer he gave.  Not once did he did complain about the weather being too hot, or cold.  He just wants to be out-of-doors.  “Being my own boss,”  was his second reason for why he started his custom fencing business back in 1982.  Ben is not a man of many words.  Good thing I had plenty of questions!

“What do you enjoy most about your business,” was my next question.  He gave a little chuckle.  “There is something fun about being in charge, having a crew, and having them work.”  I laughed out loud at his response to this question, “What do you like least about your work?”  His rapid response?  “Don’t like rocks, too much to do.”

 

Questions turned to equipment as I asked him about that huge truck he used to drive the posts into the ground.  Intimidating is a good word to describe this enormous truck.  He called it a Guard Rail Post Driver.  I called it scary!   Ben could literally drive that massive machine from post to post through  levers on the back of the bed!  No time would be wasted climbing in and out of the truck to the next post.    Hydraulic power was the force used to slam the 1,600# weight onto the fence post into the ground.  That truck was frightful and amazing at the same time.

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The heavy weight just hit the post. Ben is checking to see if the post is level.

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It is hard to see just how big this machine is.

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Ben can drive this truck to the next post from the back end.  He’s ‘driving’ it now!

His crew of four men were kind and patient with all the questions and photos from this nosey PFO.  There is something wonderful and amazing about men and women who work their job well.   This is how I know they are good at what they do, because they make it look easy!

I hope you enjoy these photos.  They speak for themselves for a job beautifully done.  Thank you Ben and your fine crew.

 

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Beautiful job.

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The fence has upgraded the looks of our farm.

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Harrison Custom Fencing (old fence will be removed)

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New fence heartily approved by this self-appointed farm inspector!  

Thank you again, Ben.

 

Know the farmer.  Know the farm.

Homemade is best.

Run Between the Raindrops!

We Virginians that live here in the northern Shenandoah Valley should all be a little lighter in body weight this summer.  The spring rains have yet to end in our part of the world.  Looks like rain again today as well.

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Looks like rain again today.

Our summer has been spent running between the raindrops, mowing and weeding the gardens between storms.  And storms they have been!  Torrential rains, thunder, magnificent lighting all across the skies.  Flash floods, roads washed out, downed trees, broken fences from fallen limbs, and piles of cut grass have kept us occupied all summer.  One would think a few pounds would surely be lost in the busyness of this yard work!

 

A few of we hardy gardeners have thrown in the towel on our gardens.  Tomatoes are plentiful—just green, green.  The crabgrass seems to be the main item happily taking over every space not even previously known to us,  where does it come from?  Though the field corn has faired well.  There may be some fall planting, though no commitments as yet.  Given the choice though, this wet weather seems better than drought.  Sure wish we could give some to California.

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We have had rain all summer.

We Shenandoah Valley folk take what we get as far as weather goes.  Try to see the best in it, and smile at the start of another fine day, rain or not.  There is always something worthy of our attention and good to do everyday.

 

There have been few summers that have stayed this wet with grass so lush and beautiful into August.  Well, this too shall pass, as the old adage says.  So, in the meantime, keep your mower blades sharp, fuel tanks full and good humor running full blast.  Oh, and do not forget a good, tall glass of lemonade!

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The field corn has faired well.

The old-timers say, “Make hay while the sun shines!”  Well, guess what?  The sun is shining right now.  Time for this PFO to get out there with the weed eater!

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As we old-timers say, “Make hay while the sun shines.”

Know the farmer.  Know the farm.

Homemade is best.

 

 

The Art of the Smithy

The blacksmith may be not on every corner these days, but he is alive and well at my twinsters’ ranch in Green Mountain Falls,  Colorado.  Her son, Joseph, was taught the art of blacksmithing years ago.  He learned this skill well from the master smithy at Rock Ledge Ranch in Colorado Springs, CO.  A beautiful tourist attraction for those interested in the history of the farming folks that settled the area.

 

He began in the shop as a teenager, and now, well into his 20’s he is accomplished in this art/trade.  He was asked to make flower crooks for his sisters wedding this past June.  With the help of his Virginian cousin (who is a greenhorn), they crafted twelve beautiful flower crooks.  Two of these lovely pieces of hand-wrought crooks made their way back to my gardens here in Virginia.

 

It took all afternoon to make these pieces of art.  Yet, I did not tire in watching these two smithies craft plain steel bars into lovely pieces of useful art.  Joseph was teaching Gordon as they were making the crooks.  It was fascinating, and even this Primary Farm Operator was learning a few things!  In fact, Joseph being the fine teacher he is, let this ‘ole PFO have a few whacks on the anvil!  What an amazing song is sung with the hammer on the anvil!

 

 

In addition to teaching us the craft of blacksmithing, Joseph also shared some interesting and fun sayings used in our daily talk that is attributed to this craft:

 

“Knock the daylight out of it.”  A term used of the master blacksmith to an apprentice.  To take a bend out of the metal the apprentice would place the bend upwards on the anvil—and hit it.  This straightens the metal and removes the daylight between the metal and anvil.  So, in other words—‘Straighten Up!”

“Too many irons in the fire.”  A reference to having too many pieces of metal in the fire, which could cause some of them to burn because of too many.

“Loose your temper.”  Tempering is a process of metal.  After hardening it, it is tempered to make it a good balance of hard and flexible.  If the temper is lost, so is the usefulness of the piece.

“Strike while the iron is hot!”  That’s a blacksmiths life.

“It has a nice ring to it.”  Refers to the sounds a good anvil makes when struck 🙂 !!

 

 

The beautiful finished crooks!

Here is a beautiful poem written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow for your enjoyment:  The Village Blacksmith

Thank you, Joseph, for your time, talent, teaching, and contribution to this blog post.

Homemade is Best!

Be it food or metal!

Know the farmer and the Smithy! 🙂

Can You See What is Going On?

Blogging and summer just do not seem to get along together.  Most especially after this wet, rainy Spring we have had here in our part of the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia.  This PFO (Primary Farm Operator) has been in constant battle with the flourishing, well-watered weeds in the gardens.

As soon as one bed is looking like someone cares for it, the ‘make-you-loose-your-religion’ Crabgrass has moved happily back in!  Grrrrrrrr……

 

This short post though is about something all together different.   At the end of this post is a video of the steers in the pond.  Watch the two steers standing close together.  Watch carefully and to the very end of the video.  Something very interesting is going on.  Can you see it?

 

The fish are jumping out of the water and eating the flies that are annoying and biting the cattle.  Can you see them?  How cool is that?  God’s World is amazing and never ceases to amaze this old PFO.  Yeah!

 

Happy Summer!

Homemade is Best!

Don’t say ‘Small’, say ‘Intimate’

Father Harry and I raised five children in an eighteen-hundred square foot home.  Four of these busy little critters were boys and one sister, who is the youngest.  Twenty plus years of busyness filled that simple, happy home.  I was describing our ‘small’ house one day to a dear friend.  She sweetly reprimanded me and said this paradigm shifting comment,  “Don’t say ‘small’, say ‘intimate’ “.

 

What a different frame it put around my thoughts of our smaller-than-everyone else’s place.  We had suddenly become a family that was no longer crowed together,  but rather characterized by “close personal relations;  warm friendship;  warm, cozy.”  How strong and wonderful words are!

 

This was the exact word I used when we packed the pick-up truck full of one grown son (our main driver),  his sister-in-law, her three adorable children  (with one still in a car seat), and this Primary Farm Operator.  On the road for a 1,300+ mile trip out West to attend a family wedding.  It was the first time for my sweet DIL and children to be away from their dad/husband, who could not get time off work.  Uncle Gordon would have to do for the nine days.

Leaving their dad/husband was a bit rough, but we were all packed and ready to go.  I have always believed everyone should make a road trip across our mighty country at least once.  It is stunning, fun, and tiresome (I don’t know why Dorothy ever wanted to go  back to Kansas!)  Just the same, it is beautiful to drive through.

 

It took about 27-28 hours to drive from our farm here in Virginia to the Gordon’s, Longtime Ranch, in Green Mountain Falls, Colorado.  We stopped for a quick nights rest on the west side of St. Louis.  Snacks, fruit, sandwiches, books, i-pads, toys, blankets, pillows and of course a good atlas had all found a traveling space.  The luggage carrier strapped in the truck bed was full.

 

 

The joy of traveling with little ones, and a momma that have not experienced a cross-country trip made it all the more fun.  Crossing the Ohio, Mighty Mississippi, and Missouri Rivers were thrilling.  Passing through towns that look so different in form and feature from our own filled us with wonder.  How amazingly different our country is!

 

My twinster and her family went beyond the call to make us feel comfortable and welcomed.  Even with the amount of work at their ranch for their daughter’s wedding, they had time for us.  It was truly a blessing from start to finish.

 

Perhaps this little blog post will give you the notion that traveling with family can be done.  It surely was well worth it!

 

Happy Family Travels! 

 

 

 

 

Spud, Ben and Larry

“Just look at that!”

Whatever was in my hands and lap was thrown onto the floorboards of the van.  “Stop, please!!”, came the over-excited request from me, ” Let me out!”

Fanatic, passionate, over-excited or just plain crazy.  That adjective I will leave to you.  All the same, I was out of the van and quietly jogging up beside a jolly-looking fellow driving a team of gorgeous Belgian horses on a country dirt road in Vermont.

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There in the road was a jolly fellow and his beautiful team of Belgian horses.

“Excuse me,” I said quietly, not wanting to startle the driver or the 3,500 lbs or more of the team of horses he was driving.  They had blinders on, so I knew to move slowly and quietly.

 

Sitting comfortably on an old school bus seat (he told me that what it was), attached to an iron sled, he quietly pulled the horses to a stop.  The one nearest me turned his big head towards my voice.  When he saw me, I was confident they would not startle.

“May I pet them?”

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My older twins and I so happy to meet these magnificent horses.

“Yep,” came the reply of the jolly man whose name was Larry.

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The jolly man, Larry, said we could have a ride!

They were happy for a stop, and delighted to be admired and petted.  Spud, the ‘old’ man, is thirteen years old.  He is the teacher to Ben, the three year old youngster.  Facing the team from the wagon, the experienced/teacher horse is usually on the left, the young/student horse on the right.  Larry kindly answered all our questions, and then I just had to ask,  ” Is it possible you could give us a ride on the sled?”

To our utmost joy, Larry said, “Yes!”  I sat beside him on the seat, my older twin sisters stood behind and took photos, and asked more questions.  Our friends stood in the road and took more photos.

 

Larry drove the team up a hill and down another road.  He stopped at one point to let the horses have a rest.  We switched riding so all could have a turn.

Larry said he was training the team for pulling contests, that is why they were pulling the iron sled.  He has been driving horses since he was a small kid.  His father worked his entire farm with horses, they had no tractors. Driving on the road requires great attention in case the horses get spooked and watching for cars around corners in the middle of the road.  Great care is given in training the horses so they behave in public.  Just like little kids they learn quickly what they can get away with.  If allowed to get away with bad behavior they will try again, and sometimes grow even worse in bad habits.  Spud and Ben were perfect gentlemen.

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Spud, the teacher, is happily having, Ben, the youngster scratch his ear!

It seems every work horse I have ever met has a one-syllable name.  I have to quote the answer because it made me smile,  “I think all the horses we have ever had had short names…guess you don’t want to be hollering long names.”  Well, that settles that.

 

Larry and his wife, Betsy, own Sugarbush Farm Maple & Cheese Farm in Woodstock, Vermont.   They have farm fresh cheese and maple syrup.   Call them at 802-457-1757, find them on facebook, or

click here to find their link

 

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Thank you, thank you, Spud, Ben and Larry for the grand ride!

 

 

 

 

No Guts, No Glory

Note This blog was written on Saturday, May 12, 2018.  In my haste to get it out, I failed to press the ‘Publish’ button.  I was out of town and was not able to get it out.  So, I send it now with belated Happy Mother’s Day wishes.  Though late, the wishes are still heartfelt for mother’s everywhere.

 

Motherhood.  Not the popular, most celebrated occupation; pay is not great; hours are long, and many times lonely;  no gossip magazines producing glamorous photos of it; or waiting in line to interview those working diligently in this occupation.  Yes,  it seems to be a rather unpopular profession.  It takes guts to be a mother.

 

Yet for those that want to embrace it to the fullest, it is an occupation of joy, riches, and times never to be had again.  Life is ephemeral.  Childhood is too.  It is an exciting way to go into a time one will never see.  That is through our children.  So as you celebrate being a mommy or grandmother today, enjoy!  Give this not-so-popular profession a thank you for all it has offered to you through your momma and to all it offers to your children because of you!

 

Happy Mother’s Day!  Here are flowers from our farm sent specially for YOU!  Happy Mother’s Day!!

 

 

 

You are a What? A PFO? What is That?

PFO, Primary Farm Operator. That is what I am, and is what I do. This title was given to me by my twin sister several years ago. Actually, she is a PFO as well. Are you?

We are the main care personal or Primary Farm Operator on our farms, or ranches as my twinster, who lives in Colorado says. It is a growing movement in the rural parts of our country. Where woman are the mainstay, while husbands have full-time, away-from-the-farm jobs.  Indeed, we have a small farm because our husbands do work an outside job.

Making ‘livable’ money from farming alone is pretty much non-existent. Most especially for small farms. Father Harry (aka my husband, Bill) has worked away from home for all our married years.  This PFO has considered the home and farm her business. It is true we have had our little farm for only thirteen years, and we have been married nearly forty years!  Those years before our farm, I considered myself the PHO, or Primary Home Operator.

I have always looked at our home as my ‘business’.  The way I saw and still do is;  no one–NO ONE has the interest in the prosperity and success of this business as I do.  The work has been lonely and long, as Father Harry travels far, wide, and often.  It has been a choice, an agreed upon choice by the two of us, and it has worked well.

Thirty years ago, the house was full of five active children and pets.  Now it is full both inside and outside of pets and animals.  Some would say the animals are better than the children.  Some would say children are better because “they grow up and go to college!”

I say they are similar in many ways.  For instance:  to leave the farm for any amount of time requires finding farm hands to do the work;  having healthy kids or animals is the product of attentive care and attention;  the work is never-ending;  the rewards are far greater than the back-breaking labor;  they all are more fun than television; they keep me young-at-heart;  they all make me smile.

Different tools and skills are required, of course, between home and farm.  There are excellent books on small-scale farming.  A good place to find them is Tractor Supply stores.  Tractor Supply also has great tools you will need.

Enjoy our blogs on something every PFO needs: A Tool Purse.  A Chain Saw.  A Tractor.  Click on links to read blog posts on these important farm tools.

Happy farming gals!

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Read about tools you will be sure to need in our link below:  The Tool Purse

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This tool is necessary.  A small one is very manageable for a PFO.

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Every PFO needs to be able to operate one of these wonderful tools!

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Easter Tradition reminder from fellow Blogger

Easter supper was celebrated this past Saturday here at the farm.  It was a better day for all family members to get together before starting a new week,  however it knocked this PFO off her groove.

Though it was a thought in the mind of some of the grown children not a word was mentioned.  Nancy’s post on her blog, Two Trails One Road, was a reminder that something important had been forgotten.

 

Posted Easter day, April 1, 2018, her blog jogged the foggy memory of this farm gal.  That was only after reading it today, April 4, 2018.  Just the same, Easter morning found no freshly made Danish Pastry waiting for the hungry crowd.  Truth is, it was totally forgotten.  Never even thought of.  Sometimes cliches hit the nail right on the head—  making the pastry fell right threw the cracks of this farmers’ plans.

 

No sooner had Nancy’s post been happily read did it hit home.  In a hurried rush were things flying about the kitchen to make the “We have had it every year for forever,” tradition danish.  What a blessing the recipe is straightforward and turns out very well every time.

 

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The recipe is straightforward and turns out very well.

The almond flavoring gives this pastry a surprisingly nice and different flavor.  Toasted almonds are used also for they have a nice full flavor, and look very pretty as the topping on this family Easter Tradition Danish Pastry.

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He is Risen!  He is Risen, indeed!

Now life can move onto the next exciting moment.  Thank you, Nancy, for your reminder.

 

Know the farmer.  Know the farm.

Homemade is best.

 

Nancy’s blog site:     twotrailsoneroad.com