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Still going …
Well it looks like the weather is going to make my point about our Colorado spring … currently at 10 inches right now and we are expecting the snow to continue through out the night. I just finished digging a … Continue reading
Wake, waking, and waken … errr … woken …
Yes, I know. We don’t call, we don’t write … and you have been worried sick. I get it. I do. Really. I could bore you with all the tedious and sordid details of why I have not posted over the last … Continue reading
Magic…..
Wow… This is what the farm looks like in the early morning after a snow. It is fresh, crisp, and just magical. 🙂 THIS is another reason we moved to the farm. 🙂
New Home For Recipes
Hi Friends! I’ve decided that it is important to keep the integrity of the Brambleshire Farm blog and use it to document our journey here on the farm. SOOO… I’m moving my food, craft, and goodies blog to http://www.winkerdoodles.com . … Continue reading
The Rescue
Meet Hunter. (Sorry the photos are so blurry, He was really excited). I do not own Hunter. I don’t know him. Then what is he doing in my car? I “rescued” him. He … Continue reading
Seasonal White Knuckle Grip and Support for Orphaned Snack Food
They announced on the news this morning that we are expecting snow tomorrow night. SNOW! I know that, here in Colorado, we expect our first frost in the days surrounding the end of September and the beginning of October… but … Continue reading
Paint and a Painting Disaster… And Keith’s Un-Birthday Cupcakes
We’ve still got SO many things to do on the farm before Winter. Lots of those chores are ones that I can’t really do by myself. Keith is TOTALLY the “Mr. Fix-it” around here. But…. If it’s not a bad … Continue reading
Fresh, Fluffy Biscuits… and the “Heebee Jeebees”
After Keith worked SO hard finishing the floor on Saturday, I decided to slave away in the kitchen and make a “Farm Fresh Breakfast.” Okay, okay… I didn’t actually, SLAVE away. As much as I’d love to tell you that … Continue reading
New Life at The Shire…
Birthday Trees … With the big 42 fast approaching me, like a run away train from the depths of hell, heralding that yet another year has passed me by and the grey hairs I am seeing in the mirror are … Continue reading