Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Winter Work

sea foam green with a #13 needle
Now that the outside work is done for the season, it is time for inside work.  In the winter months, needle crafts are the item of the day--or more specifically, the evening.
Last fall I started crocheting, then I began knitting and quilting.  I have purchased a tatting shuttle, but I am unsure where to begin with that skill.  My great-grandma Frieda was such a talented woman when it came to needle crafts.
Recently my dad and I were talking about Great-Gram.  I told him that old question of "If you could meet anyone from the past who would it be?" is an easy answer for me.  I'd like to meet all of my great-grandmothers.  I met two, but only remember meeting one; Frieda.  My dad said he wished he could learn how to do a 5-plait braided rug like Great-Gram could.  Great-Gram could do multiple-plait rugs as easily as others braid their daughter's hair.

So, my winter work includes a new scarf and continued work on my hexagon quilt.  I'd like to learn how to knit a simple throw blanket but I'm still in the novice/beginner stage of knitting.

my hexagon quilt so far....
   I also am wondering how far to take the hexagon quilt.  It is the size of a crib blanket--give or take a row.

         
oh please, we've been sooo good this year!
                                                                                                              In the meantime our family is looking forward to Christmas and the dogs are hoping for a  little something too.


Merry Christmas from the farm.  Wishing you and yours all sorts of simple, homespun wonder and delight.

Sending much love for the New Year,
oxoxoxo

Sunday, December 4, 2011

winter comes

The cows are gone now, the last of them went to market this week.  The barn is silent now, except for the cooing of the pigeons.  It seems that the dormant season comes not only to the fields, but also to the barn.  I love the colors that come in the winter season.  Black, white, grey, all seem to echo the sleeping of the earth, waiting until spring when the colors come back to life.
Our barn was originally built well over 100 years ago on another site.  When our farm was established at the turn of the last century the barn was taken down at the first site and moved to our location.
closed until spring
the view a milking cow would have had
The beams are all 12" x12" or better, with wooden pegs instead of nails or screws.  Much like the barn my grandparents had on their farm, which was raised well over a 100 years ago too.  The barn looks like the underbelly of a spider when you stand inside it.  All of the support beams coming from the peak down on each side.  I love the smell of bygone hay and the dustiness of the air as well.  It usually makes me sneeze a number of times, but it is a sweet memory of childhood summers at my grandparents farm.





  
an old conveyor
I took a number of pictures inside the cattle section of our barn.  Before my grandfather bought our farm 45 years ago, it was a functioning milking farm.  The C. family had their milk cows in the barn, each place with a painted number over the place where the cow was kept.  The old watering bowls are kept in a side shed.

I love the history of our farm.  It isn't the oldest one on the road; that title goes to the H-----'s farm up the road, which has been here since the 1840's.  Apparently, the C. family that owned our farm at one time was friends with the county assessor who was naming roads, hence our road is C---- Road, instead of H---- Road, as I am sure it should be called.

So, my silent barn waits until next spring, when another group of cows and their calves come to spend the summer at our farm.

Enjoy the pictures.  Sending early Christmas greetings from our farm to you....
xoxoxo
the gate into the cow yard