the dance

If you think about your interactions with your baby—you smile, he smiles; you tilt your head, he tilts his head; then you laugh and he bursts into peals of laughter—it is easy to picture this as a dance. This leading and following is teaching your child much about social interaction, not to mention the beginnings of conversational rules. What a dance! – Leap Frog

Dancing with my baby has been one of the most joy-filled experiences of my life. I’m not much of a regular dancer, but this dance, I can do without fear or self-awareness. It’s a pure, ridiculously happy, tired, exhausting and worth-it dance.

Happy seven months to the love of our lives.

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Puppy Nose

Bowie is the puppy of the fur bunch. Although she’ll be seven this year, technically middle-aged, she doesn’t seem a day over one.

We just wuv her and she makes us talk funny and she might be a little adored.

Today I decided to take out the camera and capture close-ups of her brown eyes and button nose, because some day I will miss being able to kiss this face anytime I want.

Bobo nose

bobo nose

Puppy Chow Face

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bobo nose

Camera Time is Boring

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bobo nose

Sitting on your lap = win

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bobo nose

Not even trying, just naturally cute.

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bobo nose

What a patient girl. She was rewarded with scratches for allowing me to be in her face like that.

Happy Thursday!

Buffalo

Sometimes this is my morning view.

The Buffalo, who mostly ignores me, stands tall with his head held high.

It’s like he knows he is a rose among thorns. If cattle were thorns, that is. Which they’re not of course. But the Buffalo stands out, nonetheless.

I get the sense his understanding of his heritage goes beyond the horns and faraway eyes, as if he’s aware that not that long ago his kind were driven off cliffs to be eaten and worn.

A couple hundred years later, he’s on a farm in South Dakota in a pen with the bulls.

I haven’t even tried to drive him off any cliffs yet.

Either way, he’s a pretty amazing creature.

Not a bad view from the window I’d say.

September First

It’s a small joy, the moment the sd card is removed from the trail cam after a long week and placed into the computer.

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The first photo appears, evidence of the hands behind the curious camera and the even more curious mind of what lurks when no one is around.

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Will a record-breaking buck step out from the shadows for a taste of sweet corn?

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This hope is why the dusty cameras find themselves back in place, year after year.

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Another year of scrolling through the activity of the cautious, hoping something great will expose itself.

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It’s all pretty great, really.

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A new week begins, the cycle continues.

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What will appear?…

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Happy Labor Day!

Walk Along the River

I don’t know about you, but we’ve had a non-dog days month of August so far.

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It has been 60s in the morning and 80s at the highest throughout the day. July behaved poorly though, but August swooped in for the save. For our sake and the electric bill… not the crops so much.

along the river

By the water I seem to find myself much of the time this summer. It seems the older I get, the more I appreciate the privilege of being near the catfish and walleye (and garfish!) filled river.

Along the river

Some of my best Sundays are spent walking along the beach, helping Country Man look for arrowheads while behind us easily distracted small pups try to keep up, to later find their short legs tightly wound with burrs and weeds.

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During these excursions, we watch as the pups chase toad and butterflies along the riverbank until something else becomes more alluring. The sounds of fish splashing can be heard in the background.

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On one side of us is the water, responding to the sun with a twinkling fury, the other a lane of tall murky weeds where the sneaky ones prey. I feel them watching us whether they exist or not. In my mind a bobcat is stalking, fixating on Milo because he lags behind and would be the tastiest.

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Soon enough it will grow colder, and my boots will replace summer sandals, sweaters with swimsuits to go on our walks. It will be a different experience.

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One of these days I will find an arrowhead.

Waiting on May Flowers

When will it be summer? We had a few nice days and now we are on day three of rain. Yes, the ground needs the rain, but I need the sun. Apparently Mother Nature is indifferent to my pleas.

We did have some nice days last week, which allowed us to get some projects done around the farm. Mostly feed and weeding the grass, mulching and so on.

Orange Kitty is a happy free cat, no longer locked away in the shed. We made the mistake of allowing a young kitty free range and he never came back.

We also spent a beautiful weekend at my parents over Easter.

We woke up late Easter morning and walked down the trail to the fort my dad built for us. My 90’s version dad was determined to build us one but he’s an entrepreneur at heart, and we abandoned it early on in fear of loose and rusty nails.

Even though it’s collapsed under it’s well-meaning craftsmanship, I like seeing it there as a reminder of one man’s attempt to create a home for childhood memories.

So yes, the rain. It will let up one of these days and we’ll have more like this:

Meanwhile, the buffalo doesn’t give a darn about the weather and runs around charging into hay bales. Something to learn from him I suppose.

Welcoming Spring

There are no shortage of reminders that spring is here.

All people and animals were winter weary, including our frozen pipes that led to backing up of water, then to the rationing of water, then to me feeling like a hand-sewn prairie dress and bonnet away from the late 1800s.

Thankfully, though, spring has come. In all her imperfect glory, she has come.

You know what this means… shed hunting. Calving. Fencing. The many great and wonderful activities spring brings to us on the farm.

Though this was a long winter for us all, it’s already forgotten as the sun warms our face and cool air cleans out our lungs.

It’s another season in weather and in life.

Looking forward to what’s ahead.

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Click on this post or your computer will explode.

Well hi! That was so nice of you to click through, on your own terms. Good to see you!

So we’ve been busy beavers despite this gosh darn cold that really wants us to stay inside all day long and play old school Super Nintendo.

Ok, we may still make time for that.

On Sundays he likes making things, and I like reading. I finished The Snow Child by Eowyn Ivey and mostly loved it. It’s about a survivalist couple who live in the remote mountains of Alaska and build a snow girl that turns real. I am not especially keen on fantasy stories and would have liked it better had she been a real child, but overall it made me think and isn’t that the point?

But on Sundays, the day of rest, Country Man likes to take a few hours and spend time in his shop trying not to trip over cats, thinking up new ways to display antler items.

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Cedar Log and Deer Antler Candle Display Holder

We have been so fortunate to actually make some money from our shop, using nature-made materials such as whitetail and mule deer antlers and cedar trees.

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Deer Antler Dog Chews

As we set our sights toward figuring out what’s preventing us from creating our #1 dream, and then work on fulfilling it, we ask that you not only consider checking out our shop, but perhaps “liking” us on Facebook and spreading the word?

The other day I asked people to “like” a post and it generated over 600 views. I was like, holy moly, you just have to ask for help and people will give it?

Well I do it all the time so I don’t know why I was so surprised. But I was, and also very grateful.

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Deer Antler Candle Holder

It’s something to think about, anyway.

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Deer Antler Knife

antler wine rack

Deer Antler Wine Rack

Hope all is well on your end. I am including an updated photo of the buffalo. We are mutually suspicious, but it doesn’t stop me from trying to pet him.

But the steer tried to.

Love, Country Wife

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Jeeze Louise it’s cold.

Well if that’s what everyone else is talking about, then I might as well chime in.

Cold cold cold. Talking almost 50 below with the wind chill tomorrow. I don’t like it one bit.

Country Man bought me a fancy latte-maker for Christmas, in good timing since our coffee maker broke yesterday. I need to order one ASAP.

While I will be gripping a cozy Grandma-sent mug to stay warm, Country Man will turn the heater on in his shed to keep the rest of the crew comfortable.

See? They have no idea it’s freezing out there.

Where are you? What is your weather doing?

I hope wherever you are that you are warm & happy.

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Ps. Wanted to say a big thank you for the outpouring of love you gave on the last post. You are all so wonderful.