Happy 4th of July from Daisy, Our English Bulldog, and All of Us here on New O’Hana Farm, TN!
Prayers and Love being sent out to each one of you. Be Safe and Remember all the Wonderful Blessings and Memories we have, have had together, and will have again! :)Jen
New O’Hana Farm is full of surprises! Today, we are showing off Lily. Us girls in the family love Tiger Lilies, but this one is not a Tiger and is doubled. For someone that knows their plants, please, am I right?
Ornate Kwanso Daylily-+Ornate means Intricate, Embellished, Adorned…
If we walk to The Gardens, The Chicken Coop, The Barn, and The Geese and Duck Yard, Lily is on each corner of this old wooden fence. We become focused each morning and evening on feeding and watering the animals, that Lily and her twin at the other end of the fence, went unnoticed for a day and a half.
These giant old-fashioned beauties are out by our mailbox! Simple, adding an old charm. Reminds me of my childhood days, walking a country road, no cars rushing by, collecting little girl treasures along the way. Everything was on hold-Peaceful.
“Who wants a Duck Supper?” asks Mr Weasel. His little family all seated around their cedar stump table, bibs on, fork and knife, up. Dancing in their seats, they lick their lips. Leaving the woods, merrily, Mr. Weasel skips through the tall field grass. Arriving at New O’Hana Farm, he easily slips under the fence. Tiptoeing past the giant geese, he sees the duck, selecting his prey. Back under the fence, he smells bigger predators slinking about. Careful to carry his families take-out for the night, he makes it home without even dropping a feather. Or, so he believes!
Every morning as the sun is rising brilliantly over the small mountains, we are feeding and watering our goats, dogs, and fowl that include geese, ducks, and chickens.
Photos of our Chicken Coop have shown that we have fences, locks, netting above their heads, and tree trunks along the bottom of the actual Chicken House.
To the side, and attached to The Chicken Coop, is a large yard where our geese and ducks live. On the North side, is a regular fence with logs and metal siding is secured with extra fencing and metal large staples to hold everything in and try to discourage coyote, weasels, possums, and raccoons to stay out. We have large, old, trees that run the fence on the west side, so some of the animals I listed can climb easily over.
Upon counting our ducks, and it was obvious before when even started counting them, we had lost one. Then another, and another. Each evening a thief would get under a couple of places in the fence, and have a Pekin Duck Supper. We thought something was coming over the fencing. To look around the yard, the small openings carved out by an animal were not obvious till we walked the grounds. Could it have been a weasel? Whatever it was, this varmint seems to work alone, taking a duck a night.
Fingers crossed and saying nightly prayers for protection, we have the same amount of ducks for a week now.
There will always be daily trials and tribulations. Knowing this, here are some pretty and fun photos. Positive and happy thoughts. May they fill your day! :)Jen
Granny’s (my mom) Meatloaf is by far, the best our family has ever tasted!
Raised in Indianapolis, Indiana, my mom’s family could not afford to burn or waste food. She was not allowed to learn to cook in her kitchen growing up. When she married my dad, he was used to each meal being huge. He was raised on a farm, so you worked hard, and ate big. My mom taught herself to cook. Some of her earliest attempts to feed my dad, were thick coffee, and strange looking eggs. Determined to do her absolute best, she took ideas from recipe books that were given to her before and after she met dad.
They live with us on our New O’Hana Farm, TN, and I am able to look at some cookbooks that were her mamaw’s, mom’s and one’s my mom had as I grew up.
Here are a few recipe books and their version and wording for meatloaf.
I reminded my husband, Gary, (and had him laughing till tears appeared),“When I make my meatloaf, I am so sick to my stomach from just smelling it cook in the oven, that I have to go to bed.” I said.
Gary an I, were eating Granny’s Meatloaf, and we were secretly wondering if we could hide the leftovers behind the unsweet tea. No one drinks that tea, but me. We could have a late night snack! There were NO LEFTOVERS!