It was not all needles and threads......... post #1500

When I was thinking about what to put in this post I thought I would use excerpts from some of the Gerry's Journal posts... Then I noticed that there were 286 of them... You probably know more about me than most of my friends.. and you have been through it all with me....1500 posts and almost 1/2 million page views.

First of course is the farm itself... There were 64 posts about the farm...  Mostly about the wonderful magical barn.  The roof was rotting and the sides about to collapse when we moved here and rescued it.

It has  had many transformations.  During the years of the nursery the milking side  of the barn served as a tea room and classroom.  I always have this fantasy that some day new owners will convert it back into a milking room and the cows will have flowered wallpaper and a view.
You have seen it at its best and its worst.

And of course there is my forest which I planted in 1995...all 5279 trees.  I posted about the forest many times.  The trees are now over 35' tall and home to deer, elk, coyotes, wild turkeys and many other forms of wildlife.  Not many people have their very own forest and you have watched it grow and was there when the eagle landed.

I had the blog the last years
of my beloved Fritz...a perfect gentleman and a perfect dog.  I didn't think I would ever stop grieving for him...








But along came Morris who was my bad boy and had the world's longest puppyhood...and I almost renamed him Mayhem.  But even Morris has finally matured into a perfect gentleman.

There were 40 posts about my sheep.  Most of you were with me every spring when it was lambing time with all its drama... You even were privy to all the shenanigans of my ram, Randy Andy, as he tried to move heaven and earth for sex.

You were there when the cougar attacked my flock and heard my heart break.

Again and again (at least 60 posts) I have shared the over 65 species birds that visit our property. And there were all the things I recycled, upcycled and painted because it was ugly.

And of course there is DH...who insists it should be HWCH (handsome, witty and charming husband).  I have shared the recipe for his favorite sour cream rolls and recounted all the times I served him chicken (which he hates) and told him it was turkey.  When I had the elaborate plot to paint the rainbow door, I blogged about it for 5 months and no one let him in on the secret.

He is a "chick magnet" for every old lady in town..  They all vie for spots on his tours and fight to sit by him on the bus...  And of course they are all hussies which was one of my favorite posts.   My dictionary actually defines a hussy as a "a brazen or immoral woman who is standing too close to Gerry's husband".

Here I am with TWO black eyes. You all gave me sympathy though my many injuries.  My doctor always tells me her other patients just get sick, I try to kill myself.  Over the course of these years I cut off one finger, mangled another in a belt sander, broke a leg, broke an arm, had surgery on two injured knees (one thanks to Randy Andy and the other falling off a ladder) and had two concussions.  One when I rode my bike head first into a wall of rock and the other when I fell and shattered all the bones on the left side of my face.

But I just kept going until "my door was no more" and then I had a complete melt down.  But now that I have a "new" old door, life is more or less harmonious except the house getting hit by lightening and the robber shooting at DH...

But Houston was a real boost and I will soon be stitching and blogging away again.  My heartfelt thanks to all who read my posts and hope you keep coming back...