I have had both, and plenty of each one over the years.  They are both cute, for sure.  But cows are easier—why?

Cows are easier than kids

They do not live in my house first and foremost.  This is huge—no shoes, socks, dirty underwear, books or toys are to be found strewn around my house because of the cows.  I do not have to dust nor vacuum their space.  They eat the same thing morning, noon, and night.  No meal planning necessary.  How great is that?  I never have to wash their clothes.

There are no days of packing them in my truck and hauling them hither and yon for this and that activity.  No music lessons to pay for, no beds to make, no faces to wash, nor teeth to brush.  This is getting better and better!

Yet…I would have no one to play games with, to tuck in bed at night, no poetry to read and laugh over…”There was a little girl who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead!”…and worse of all is that I would have nobody  to horseback ride with.

Have someone to horseback ride with.  Grandkids are the GREATEST!!  (Three generations of riders here in this pic!)

Well, cows are great—yes.  Kids are greater to be sure.  But,

Grandkids are the GREATEST of all!!!  Can I hear an AMEN!!?

It pains me to say this, but I am seeking a divorce.  I hope those that know me know how hard I have endeavored to make this relationship work.  It simply is not going to happen, so I must seek a divorce ASAP.

It surely is not because I have not made every effort.  I have trusted and trusted—to no avail.  A divorce is simply the only way out.  My sincere hope is that everyone will eventually come to an understanding of just why  this divorce must take place.  Perhaps if one would spend the time where I have been lately one would know the utter pain and sadness I have felt as of late—perhaps, hopefully, one would see just why I need this divorce.

I am seeking a divorce from the supermarket.  We simply do not see eye-to-eye any longer.  Oh!  How it grieves me to say this chasm has been building for years upon years.  We simply must break up, period.  End of story.  Now the hard part is making this happen, and figuring out just how life proceeds without the grocery store.  I am seeking a new “me.”  I have determined because of the despicable nature of the source that supplies supermarkets, they no longer are worthy of my hard-earned dollars.  To all my Christian friends, please pray for me!

I am working diligently to divorce myself from the industrial food system that supplies all supermarkets. I have finally read and watched enough u-tubes on this grotesque industrial food system, aka CAFO’s (Concentrated Animal Feeding Operations), to know I shall not ever buy meat again from a grocery store, or superstore.

I have evolved into a true “localvore.”  Yes, we do spend more money on food (that is because real food is not subsidized by our government).  That is fine, for I know our beef, chicken, pork, and vegetables have enjoyed a real, normal life, indigenous to how they were created.

As I have said in previous blogs:  if you cannot visit your food supplier—you may want to evaluate where your food comes from and just what you are eating.  Here at Blue Rock Horses and Farm, we delight in showing you where your beef (and soon eggs!) come from, and exactly how they are being raised.  You are invited to come meet the animals, and visit around the farm.

Here at Blue Rock Horses and Farm you are invited to come meet the animals, and visit around the farm.

“The Measure of a Society can be how well its people treat its animals”

—Mohandas Gandhi

Sodium Stearoyl Lactylate

Calcium Peroxide

Ethoxylated Mono-and Diglycerides

Calcium Sulfate

Monocalcium Phosphate

These five ingredients are listed on the ingredient deck of a regular loaf of bread.  This brand is found in every grocery and convenience store around.  For each of these ingredients, the dictionary app said,”There are no definitions available for…”  This means, as a customer, we do not have definitions for the ‘food’ we cannot even pronounce.  Is this for real?  Try it yourself—read the  list of ingredients on a plain loaf of bread.  Check it out on two or three different brands.  Test other usual products in the grocery store;  cookies, cake mixes, cereal, pretzels, granola bars and on and on…

Here is a question:  If ingredients cannot be pronounced nor defined, how in the world is the human body to process them?  If you cannot pronounce it, it is not food!

So, now what?  How do we, as consumers, buy real food?  First, be a label reader.  Determine not to eat ‘foods’ that cannot be understood or pronounced.  Remember, it is easier to stay  healthy than to get  healthy.  Cheap food is just that— CHEAP!

The closer food stays to it’s original, natural form, the better it is for your health and long-term wellbeing. So, an apple is far better than apple juice.  Each step away from the natural form takes away nutritional value.  So, natural apple cider from fresh pressed apples is far better nutritionally (not to mention tastes better) than apple juice (which has gone through far more steps to make than cider).

The goal?  A happier digestive system, a hunger that stays satisfied longer, healthier skin, strong nails, and beautiful hair.  Who does not want any of these wonderful benefits?  Eating is not a past-time!

Read your labels, know what you are eating, feed yourself REAl food!

Ingredients in this tomato soup?  Tomatoes, onion, banana peppers, basil, salt, pepper, paprika.  If you cannot pronounce it, it is NOT food! 

This adage stands true still today.  Even with all the inventory in every nook and cranny of every store in town.  Or perhaps, it is true because I like a challenge.  I like to see what I can make from very few supplies.  Be it in the my refrigerator, or the stable.  When there is seemingly nothing around needed for the current idea on my little brain, it puts a diabolical smile on my face!  I know the items can be purchased in town, but where is the adventure in that?  Besides, in regards to the farm, the tool would probably be too heavy for this PFO to heave in the truck bed much less get off by myself.

The tool I have been wanting is a field drag.  It had to be small enough to be pulled behind the club car, which leaves a softer footprint in the fields, fun to drive and is easy on gas.  To be sure, anything done with the club car is fun.  So I figured I would slay this dragon one step at a time.  First things first, I attached the hitch.  That was sure easy!

First things first, I had to attach the hitch.  That was easy!

I had a basic drag in mind and began searching the barn for needed items.  A metal fence post was hiding in the back corner.  Perfect, made a great bar for attaching the drag pieces.  An old lead line from the horse trailer became the tie for the bar.  So far, so good.

A metal fence post became the bar used to attach drag pieces.  An old lead line hooked bar to club car.

Now for the drag pieces.  I knew I needed something heavy enough to disturb and move the manure in the field.  There was no old fence lying around or up in the rafters.  However, hanging neatly on nails were several good old chains.  Alright!  This job was coming right along.  I ‘tied’ the chains at various lengths onto the bar of the drag.  The fields were patiently waiting.  Only other needed items was a good pair of gloves, and a bottle of cool water.  Check!

Chains are attached. Drag was ready to go to work!

A pair of gloves and water were only other necessary items.

It was fun dragging the field even though it did not quite take care of all the piles of poo.  I can look out at the field and see a difference and that is sure satisfying.  The microbes and worms were very delighted to have their yummy meal spread over the soil.

The earth worms will be happy to have their yummy food spread over the soil.

One small swipe in paddock and this job is nearly done.

Eventually I would like to attach a 4 over 4 piece of wire fence or one cattle panel  (depending on which one is lighter) in lieu of the chains.  But for this day and this job, this PFO is happy with her day’s work and tool!

Equipment cleaned up, ready to put away, job done.  Next?

My husband and I raised and home schooled four rowdy boys and our 5th child was a girl.  Dare we say there is nary a thing that scares her?  Seriously.  Is there anything more frightful than four older brothers?  She can hold her own to be sure.  All their lives they heard the title of this blog;  You are Not what you Drive, but you are what you eat.  Our sons are car dudes.  We introduced them to two pastimes, cars and fishing, for very specific reasons.  Fishing is an important skill every boy should have (though one never tells them that).  They loved attaching the squirming worms to the hooks and flinging them through the air to a delightful kerplunk  into the water, only to be eaten alive!  Ahhh!  Boys are so easy to entertain!

We introduced them to fishing.

Cars were the next purposeful passion introduced to them near driving age because cars cannot get pregnant!  Many Friday nights were spent working on cars.  These passions have served them very well.  They are now what we call “black-belt” fisherman.  Their families will never go hungry.  In addition, they have saved thousands of dollars on vehicles, as they are all accomplished mechanics.  Their sister has benefited as well.  Guys love that she can fish and knows cars!

Our lifestyle was simple and still is.

Anyway, back to the point.  Our lifestyle was simple, and still is.  We started our family over 34 years ago on one income, and still live on one income.  We ate all summer from our garden or grandparent’s garden.  We enjoyed food we had canned and preserved through the long winter months.  Many evenings at the supper table our kids heard the origin of the meal spread before us.  Bread and jam were homemade in our kitchen, green beans and beets from Grandad’s garden.  The beef, pork or lamb had been purchased from our friends who raised them on their farms.  It was good eating.  “Your Mom is not happy unless she is feeding something”, our kids have heard forever.  Be it kid, cat, dog, chickens, horse, cow, or birds, it is a true statement.

We ate our of our garden or Granddad’s.

Cars brought a different view to the landscape of life as the kids grew older.  Somehow they got the misguided notion that they were what they drove!  Hmmm, how did that get into their 16-year-old minds?  Yes, sports cars are fast and Dodge Rams are tough, and excellent advertising touts they make us who we are.  Wrong.  They are a necessary useful tool and a huge money pit. Try telling that to four boys!

Actually bikes pre-dated cars.  ‘Hmmm, how do I fix this issue’, says Gordon.

Because space and money were limited, old beaters were the wheels of choice.  There were times our yard and driveway looked like a junkyard.  Those days have all too quickly faded into memory now.

We still eat out of our garden, we now raise our own beef (see our previous blogs), and now we are enjoying our grandkids.  Life has traveled full circle and it is good.  Food is one of the wonders and joys of life.  Knowing how to manage, prepare, preserve, and serve food to one’s family is a privilege.  Not to mention a sense of security.  We are okay if the lights go out.

They are now “black-belt” fisherman.  Providing food for their family will be no problem for them.

“These dogs are not on leashes!”  These were the excited words of a young girl when she saw our dogs running free over the farm.  They can come and go as they like over the farm.  I wonder if they are aware of the close eye we keep on them.  They must because they respond when I say,”Leave it!”  They know their boundaries, though they push them often.

It is time for a walk, yes?

Every morning brings us a little jaunt over the roads and fields.  It is a time the two dogs and I enjoy greatly.  It is a brand new day, fresh air, fresh thoughts.  Nothing seemed out of sorts when we struck off on our walk early one morning this week…except for Dandy.  He was following very closely to me.  Much too close, as the dogs usually are off on a rabbit trail or some such.  He not only hovered by me, he kept whining, pausing, and looking back towards home.

He kept whining, pausing and staring at me…

I ignored his behavior, told him to come on, there is nothing out here.  This dog became so insistent, I acquiesced.  He jumped with joy, and made a direct line towards home.  I may never know on this side of Heaven what had this dog so upset.  I do know we have had wonderful walks all the rest of this week!  Hmmm….

“Your dogs are not on leashes!”, she exclaimed excitedly.