Family is where it's at!
Monday, October 24, 2016
Little Punkins
Little Punkins at harvest and Halloween time...
Our punkins and grandpunkins...
They make life pretty darn sweet...
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
New Website- Skylark Blue
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Check out my new site- Skylark Blue
I plan to continue writing here, but perhaps not as often.
We shall see. :)
Graceful Landing has seven years of my heart, so I'm not willing to give that up as of yet.
In the meantime, there's more here!
Saturday, September 17, 2016
Garden Haul
These become this:
Spaghetti sauce, salsa, canned tomatoes for winter salsa and soups;
these are the reasons tomatoes are my favorite!
Friday, August 19, 2016
The Beauty of Everyday Things
Fresh sheets and pillowcases on the line- soaking up the sun,
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Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Heavenly Evening
Friday, August 12, 2016
Friends
Dublin, Link and Archer.
Sheep, Pig and Kitten.
Fine friends. :)
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Tuesday, August 9, 2016
Friday, August 5, 2016
True West
My great-great grandfather Morgan traveled west, following his Uncle William's footsteps.
William crossed the plains with wagon and oxen in 1852 and was one of three men who began the town of Weiser, Idaho in the 1860's and soon after, moved to Malheur County, Oregon.
Morgan was a teetotaler, a marshal, rancher and family man. He lived the west. Wrangling an existence for his family in eastern and central Oregon, he and his wife braved harsh conditions and even the loss of two precious children.
I admire their courage and determination.
Central Oregon is a hotspot of family history for me. I can visit my great-great grandmother's and grandfather's graves- from both sides of the family- at the base of Pilot Butte in Bend or drive up to the little town of Prineville to visit Morgan's. I can visit Lake Owyhee reservoir, under which was once some of my ancestors' ranch land. Generations were born, raised and buried there and in south-western Oregon.
We are westerners through and through.
The old west has been romanticized, I know, but there's still something special about those who blazed trails, endured hardships of every kind, developed a bounty of skills and stood firm in a rugged land in order to make something of it.
In honor of those mighty ancestors, I value practical skills- including gun knowledge and use. I am careful and thoughtful with a weapon. Lucky for me, I'm married to a skilled gunman who also uses great caution and care.
He's taught me well, has provided food for our family and protected our farm (and vulnerable animals) from brazen foxes and coyotes. Such animals have done things like wiping out an entire flock of our chickens in one night. Chickens that were in a fenced enclosure, preyed upon and their carcasses left strewn across acres of land.
I'm ever learning and don't want practical skills and freedoms to be lost. All creatures have their purpose and beauty, but protection on our own land of our weaker animals is crucial to our farm.
Learning sensible, servicable skills and putting them to work when needed.
That's a large part of the true west.
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| William Logan |
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| Morgan Logan |
Morgan was a teetotaler, a marshal, rancher and family man. He lived the west. Wrangling an existence for his family in eastern and central Oregon, he and his wife braved harsh conditions and even the loss of two precious children.
I admire their courage and determination.
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| My great-grandfather, Clair "Cub" Logan, far left |
Central Oregon is a hotspot of family history for me. I can visit my great-great grandmother's and grandfather's graves- from both sides of the family- at the base of Pilot Butte in Bend or drive up to the little town of Prineville to visit Morgan's. I can visit Lake Owyhee reservoir, under which was once some of my ancestors' ranch land. Generations were born, raised and buried there and in south-western Oregon.
We are westerners through and through.
The old west has been romanticized, I know, but there's still something special about those who blazed trails, endured hardships of every kind, developed a bounty of skills and stood firm in a rugged land in order to make something of it.
In honor of those mighty ancestors, I value practical skills- including gun knowledge and use. I am careful and thoughtful with a weapon. Lucky for me, I'm married to a skilled gunman who also uses great caution and care.
He's taught me well, has provided food for our family and protected our farm (and vulnerable animals) from brazen foxes and coyotes. Such animals have done things like wiping out an entire flock of our chickens in one night. Chickens that were in a fenced enclosure, preyed upon and their carcasses left strewn across acres of land.
I'm ever learning and don't want practical skills and freedoms to be lost. All creatures have their purpose and beauty, but protection on our own land of our weaker animals is crucial to our farm.
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That's a large part of the true west.
Tuesday, August 2, 2016
Family
What can I say? I'm an incredibly blessed girl.
I come from good stock- those with solid outlooks on life, great senses of humor, intelligence and love. My family.
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