Our farm in far northeastern Mississippi

Saying Goodbye

We had to say goodbye recently to our beloved dog Rocky. He was the sweetest dog ever. And we had nick-named him The Pillow Dog because anywhere he saw a pillow, he would go lay on it.

Rocky developed diabetes in the early spring. Then he got bit by a copperhead snake. He developed several health issues that couldn’t be fixed because of his diabetes. He lost his eyesight two months ago. Basically, his health had gone downhill very badly this year.

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He will be so sorely missed. And now his brother dog Max who had been with him his entire life, is left alone. We are giving Max lots of extra love and attention to help him adjust to Rocky being gone. But we will forever have a spot in our hearts for sweet Rocky.

Donkey

Here is the latest photo of our pet donkey:

Donkey

He is sometimes very cooperative about posing for photo ops.

Summer Fruit

We are having a bumper crop year for fruit here on the farm. Conditions were just right this spring with the rain and temperatures so we are looking at a good harvest. The only thing that we are fighting against are birds. The birds all want our fruit just as much as we do.

Our peach trees are literally sagging under the weight of the peaches. We have had to prop up the limbs with various boards in an effort to keep the limbs from breaking.

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The plum trees are loaded down with fruit starting to ripen and the bees are loving the fruit that is dropping to the ground. Even our wild plum bushes are doing great.

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The pear trees are covered up with little pears. This particular tree was here when my father was a child.

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And finally, the blueberries are ripening in stages. All of our blueberries don’t get ripe at the same time so we have a couple of months of blueberries as each bush ripens.

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Get your own blueberry bushes:

Mississippi Morning Mist

This morning I stepped out onto my balcony to take a photo of the beautiful morning. There was a mist hovering just in the tops of the trees and the air felt so good. I can just start to smell a hint of autumn in the air even though the trees are still dressed in their summer greens.

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The sun wasn’t up yet past the trees so the photo looks dark. Mornings are my favorite time of the day. I can stand on the balcony and look out at the forest and anticipate the start of another wonderful day. Hopefully it will be a wonderful day!

morning donkey

Our donkey was up and loping around this morning. He hee-hawed at me when he saw me standing on the balcony. Our backyard meets the edge of his pasture which slopes sharply down to a flat area with a pond. The donkey is such a big pet. He demands attention when he spots anyone in the yard plus he actually makes a good watch-dog because he alerts us when anyone comes onto the property.

Sunrise

The days are getting noticeably shorter as summer winds down and I am perfectly ok with that. I have never liked summer. The heat. The bugs. The snakes! The constant mowing of the yard.

Autumn and winter are my times. I feel like I can breathe better with the cooler air. I have more energy and purpose. I get more things done around the house and yard without the heat dragging me down.

This morning the air was in the cool upper 50’s and I stepped out onto my balcony to capture the sunrise coming through the trees. Our neighbors clear-cut the trees off their property to the east of us so the sunrise is clearer even though I have an entire forest on my land to filter the sunlight.

Here on Dancing Rabbit Hill farm the persimmons are beginning to ripen as well as the wild muscadines. And the acorns are starting to drop off the trees so we’ll hear that sound for months as the acorns hit the tin roof on the barn and sound like a gunshot.

Ye Olde Pear Tree

Back in the spring we had a windy day that spelled doom for an old pear tree on our property. The tree sat on a hillside next to a tiny log cabin and just upwind from what used to be my grandpa’s pig pen. In fact, and this may sound gruesome, but there was a chain and pulley still attached to a limb of the pear tree that was used to hang the pigs after they were killed in the autumn each year.

It has been almost 40 years since pigs were kept on the property but no one ever removed the chain because that is where my grandpa put it half a century ago and we like to leave a few things exactly like they are.

Unfortunately, the old pear tree turned out to be mostly hollow inside which weakened it and led to its demise. It simply uprooted itself and died.

So this week my brother Tim cut up the pear tree. Then Danny and I cleared it out of the tall weeds. It was a bit of a job : it was boiling hot outside and I kept expecting to run across a snake in those high weeds and grass.  The small limbs were the hardest part because there were just so many of them that had to be picked up and carted to the burn pile.

We stacked the best of the logs for future projects and put some of the wood back to use in our bbq pit.

And we took my grandpa’s old chain and pulley to the barn for safe keeping until we decide what to do with it next. Maybe we’ll hang it in one of the newer pear trees on the property to display.

Giant Beer, Tiny Donkey

I made the long drive from south Texas yesterday to get back to my home in northern Mississippi. A full third of the drive was done on the Natchez Trace Parkway which is beautiful but incredibly boring at times. To make it worse, I listed to National Public Radio while I drove. It was a big ‘ol snooze fest.

But I am home now and having a beer on the back deck of my house. This is my view:

It is a beautiful summer evening here on the farm. I was feeling a bit down because I didn’t get to go to BlogHer conference in Chicago this week but, hey, I’ll get over it. Because I have a giant beer and a tiny donkey!

Tulip Poplar

Wordless Wednesday Post: the blooms from tulip poplars on our land in northeast Mississippi:

 

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