• It’s A Boat Thing

    Good morning, wonderful people! Twelve hours of sleep and a LOT of water later and I feel almost back to near-normal.  I’m sorry to have dumped ER on you without a detailed explanation, but the last few days have been a doozy! Starting you off with a little joy. The Beard and I spent Saturday moving our inherited boat to the edge of our farm near the driveway. It will make the perfect geographical reference. The Beard blasted Jimmy Buffet while stringing twinkle lights (I helped) and towing it down the drive.  For those of you new to The F*cking Yoga Co, the reason I’m teaching exclusively online is that…

  • what a way to start the day

    Originally posted 08-04-2021 Good morning, wonderful people and welcome to August! Remember when the old folks would say, “Gosh, time just flies by!” Well, color me old. It might be the absence of offspring to round up. Maybe it’s the strange limbo of the pandemic.  It’s fucking August.    Here on the farm, we’ve had a couple of cool days with a little drizzle. It makes for lovely, wine-sipping evenings on the front porch.  A friend of mine said she was glad July was over because August is so much cooler. I seem to remember being pretty miserable in 104F weather six months pregnant, but maybe I’m imagining that.  Is…

  • What do you do all day on the farm? Well . . .

    Last Sunday, we seeded the entire west side of the house. Started at 9 a.m. and didn’t call it quits until 7 p.m. Spent a little time Monday morning finishing off the last little bits and figuring out a watering system. No sprinkler system on the farm.  Thanks to Danielle R for a smoking deal on the straw bales, and guess who may be getting some goats next year?! No, no goat parkour, but if y’all want to come pet or milk, all are welcome! I think the learning curve on that new adventure will be steep. Also, I love goat cheese.  Yes, The Beard and I have dressed alike. Keeping…

  • Bird Control Is Someone Else’s Job

    So, new farm adventure. The birds are coming down the chimney. Last week, it was a raven. Not a small bird, it must have worked hard to get into the flue. Once the dotter noticed Idra hovering around the stove, she made the mistake of opening the door. Taking its shot, the raven made a sweeping tour of the house before the dotter, and the Beard managed to herd it out of the house. Yesterday, I thought I caught movement in the stove but when I opened the door to check . . . nothing. While I was in town running errands, Idra the Hellbitch sat watching the stove door…

  • Spring Sprung. A LEAK!

    originally posted April 29, 2021 Nothing like being flat on your back while watching the first thunderstorm of the season rollover the farm. Thunder cracked. Lightning struck on-site multiple times. And the dogs lost their shit (even Asha who has never been afraid of storms in the past). I LOVED it. Don’t mind the screen, the rain was flying every which way and our driveway river was moving fast. Our weather system said 1.5 inches of rain in about seven hours and 1100 lightning strikes within fifteen miles.  I thought that was a lot but apparently, thunderstorms can generate approximately 40,000 strikes in one night. The things I google since…