Life in the Slow Lane

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Life in the Slow Lane P.I.H., Episode Two

First, before I launch into the tale of "Pigs in Heat, Episode 2", I don't know about anyone else up here but I'm swimming in a sea of mud.

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Life in the Slow Lane: Dogs and Cats

My dogs are about to be famous. Okay, probably not famous-famous, but more famous than they are now. In the next few days their first book will be published. That's right. The illustrator is finished and my seventeenth book is on its way to publication.

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Life in the Slow Lane: The Remains of the Gate

So many titles fit this post. Like Pigs in the Pen or Pigs in the Pokey or even Pigs in HE-E-Eat. (Anyone out there remember the Muppets and 'Pigs in SPA-A-ACE'?) But, instead of rolling in the muck of what really happened, I went with a more literary bend.

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Life in the Slow Lane: Beef-and-Cheese Foldover

So before I throw myself into another recipe, I need to make a porcine update. The day when I have one piggy instead of two is drawing rapidly closer, but I really thought I was going be short a pig two days ago.

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Life in the Slow Lane: "Butchery"

Butcher n. 1 a person who slaughters or dresses meat 2 a person who mangles, ruins or bungles something...

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Life in the Slow Lane: Another Soup Day

I was hoping for snow earlier this week, but that didn't happen. Probably just as well since the turkeys really dislike snow.

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Life in the Slow Lane: "Supermoon"

After almost six years living smack-dab in the middle of this predator superhighway, I've figured out the cycle. On normal nights, the hunters come out just after full dark and hunt until around 2 AM, when most of the nightwalking critters settle into their burrows or nests. The predators then return to give it one more shot just before dawn when the daywalkers begin to stir.

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Life in the Slow Lane: “Unfair working conditions!”

I want to ball up my fists and shout “Down with Management!” or “Unfair working conditions!” Unfortunately I work for myself, and as my own manager I’m not giving myself a break. The sensible half of me insists that I stick to the computer and finish the few remaining projects that stand between me and beginning my next two books. But the not-so-sensible part of me is bewitched by these gorgeous Autumn days.

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Life in the Slow Lane: A Dog, Two Pigs and a Mushroom

Poor Bear. He got bitten while I was off visiting relatives, although my farm sitters didn't recognize the marks as a bite. Theories ranged from Pink Eye to a bee sting.

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Life in the Slow Lane: Back from vacation

Vacation–real vacation, not just a hiatus from the computer–was GREAT! I can hardly believe how much fun I had. There wasn’t much “doing” but there was plenty of high-class wine and five star food—the highlight of my trip was sharing meals with relatives I adore.

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Life in the Slow Lane: Vacation?

I haven’t left the farm for “time off” since July 2015. Prior to that excursion, I think I’d only been on vacation once since I moved onto the property in 2010.

Life in the Slow Lane: Drunken Bees and Helper Hogs

This post started out about the bees but then my two way-too-big helper pigs appeared and I couldn't resist adding them to the story. But first, a Moosie update. His stitches were removed yesterday. THANK HEAVENS. That dog turned out to be a terrible patient, mostly because he has no patience with being injured.

Life in the Slow Lane: Drunken Bees and Helper Hogs

This post started out about the bees but then my two way-too-big helper pigs appeared and I couldn't resist adding them to the story. But first, a Moosie update. His stitches were removed yesterday. THANK HEAVENS. That dog turned out to be a terrible patient, mostly because he has no patience with being injured.

Life in the Slow Lane: Drunken Bees and Helper Hogs

This post started out about the bees but then my two way-too-big helper pigs appeared and I couldn't resist adding them to the story. But first, a Moosie update. His stitches were removed yesterday. THANK HEAVENS. That dog turned out to be a terrible patient, mostly because he has no patience with being injured.

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Life in the Slow Lane: Drunken Bees and Helper Hogs

This post started out about the bees but then my two way-too-big helper pigs appeared and I couldn't resist adding them to the story. But first, a Moosie update. His stitches were removed yesterday. THANK HEAVENS. That dog turned out to be a terrible patient, mostly because he has no patience with being injured.

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Life in the Slow Lane: "Frankenstein's Tail"

Well, he did it. Moosie finally bit off more than he could chew. Or rather tried to bite something that could chew him.

Life in the Slow Lane: Unexpected "Vacation"

After a lovely holiday weekend spent with friends who came up from Phoenix to escape the heat, I did something stupid. That's not an unusual thing for me. I mean, I'm the woman who scooped a rattlesnake into a bucket with a piece of cardboard.

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Life in the Slow Lane: Unexpected "Vacation"

After a lovely holiday weekend spent with friends who came up from Phoenix to escape the heat, I did something stupid. That's not an unusual thing for me. I mean, I'm the woman who scooped a rattlesnake into a bucket with a piece of cardboard.

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Life in the Slow Lane: "Pig-erators"

First, I want to thank Joel Salatin for (1) being Joel Salatin and driving the cutting edge of the sustainable ag movement. He's the one who coined the term "pigerator" and from whom I learned that you could use pigs to do one of the most important farm chores around-rototilling.

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Life in the Slow Lane: Greedy Pig

The sheep occasionally escape over the electric tape that's supposed to contain them in their piece of pasture. This isn't a huge problem because it's usually only one at a time and they hate being separated, so that one just keeps grazing at the other side of the tape from the rest of the "flock". (Do three sheep make a flock?) The problem is reuniting them since the outlier doesn't want to be rerouted away from the others. Thank heavens that all three of them now recognize the gate on the front of the orchard as the way back to home and family.

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Life in the Slow Lane: Here kitty, kitty, kitty

Well, it's been one of THOSE weeks again. It kicked into high gear on Thursday morning. Just as I finished morning chores and went inside to brew tea, the dogs went crazy, barking and going on. This isn't unusual and I figured it was a critter walking on the hillside across the road (which it usually is). But after 5 minutes of non-stop barking, I decided I really needed to check. So I sauntered out the kitchen door.

Life in the Slow Lane: Yet more storms and catsup

It rained all night last night, leaving Oak Creek once again Willy Wonka brown. Plus, the water is very high, or at least higher than it's been since the last flood, which was up to the back of my barn and rerouted the creek to the other side of the island.

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Life in the Slow Lane: Yet more storms and catsup

It rained all night last night, leaving Oak Creek once again Willy Wonka brown. Plus, the water is very high, or at least higher than it's been since the last flood, which was up to the back of my barn and rerouted the creek to the other side of the island.

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Life in the Slow Lane: Another Storm's on the Way

I'm typing as fast as I can as yet another storm makes its way in my direction. The wind is picking up, so wish me luck.

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Life in the Slow Lane: "Elsie"

I got the call early last week. Elsie's new owner was in tears. "I had to let you know," Becky said. "Elsie's dying and I don't know why."

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