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"Happiness always looks small when you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and at once you learn how big and precious it is."
Maxim Gorky

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Song for Friday...get dancin'!

Tom Wilson from 'Junkhouse' and 'Blackie and the Rodeo Kings'
is also in a band called 'Lee Harvey Osmond'.
Brilliant name.
Not quite sure what the deal is with this video but the guy dancing makes me smile.
Sort of a wierd Buddy Holly thing goin' on while Tom Wilson stands by.
Have a great weekend all...
Go dancing if you've got the chance!

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Wordless Wednesday...

Book review...

This might have been the scene of my book reviews subject.
Voyageurs paddling in a land unknown to most white men in the early 1800's.
But one thing is very of them is a woman.
In particular, a young woman from the Orkney Islands in Scotland
who disguised herself as a man and made the voyage across the ocean to live
and work in camps and eventually the fort at St Albany (James Bay) for the Hudson's Bay Company.
The only women who were permitted here were the native women who were employed as
washer women and used as what was called 'country wives'.
The book, based loosely on the true story of Isobel Gunn is most intriguing.
Less than a year after living and working amongst the men, she gave birth to a son, James.
Records are unclear of the true story of her pregnancy, whether she was raped,
or had an affair with John Scarth, but obviously she was found out.
This book is an amazing story of the courage of Isobel to go where no white woman
had been before, to live and work as hard, if not harder, than any man, coming
from a place and time where, frankly, men were men and women
had a role and a place in society which had many restrictions.
She was perhaps the first European woman to ever set foot in this untamed land.
Eventually she was sent home to the Orkney's, much to her opposition and the turn of events to follow, I will leave up to you to discover.
If you like historical fiction, a grand adventure, stories of courage, then you should
give this book a read.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Got milk!

Wordless Wednesday's photo was a clue to today's post.
This is one of our cows.
Well not actually 'ours' but we have a share in this little herd.
Up this lovely long driveway sits a heritage farm...
There are presently 3 cows and one calf and one on the way.
Nell, Canella, Ginger and baby V belong to a small farm near us.
Two Jersey's and a Jersey Hereford cross and her baby.
She's the dark brown, white faced gal and her baby V is lying behind her.
We, along with several other families have chosen to drink local, raw milk.
In order to do this legally, you must 'own' the cows from where you're getting your milk.
We have opted to do this because of these facts:
Milk from the large dairy's comes from grain fed cows and has much less
nutritional value than grass fed / pastured cows.
So much so that they have to add vitamins to it.
In some countries commercial dairy's also add hormones.
Yuck! I've got enough of those thanks!
The cows are full of antibiotics and much of the grain they eat
has been previously sprayed with pesticides.
Whole milk has 'good fat' in it.
We are buying local and helping to support and sustain a small, organic farm.
It tastes GOOD!
Before you think "Isn't raw milk dangerous?"
Do some research.
There is a lot of information on the net about this subject and I could write 3 pages on the subject.
Cleanliness is key in an operation like this.
Here's the milking room at the farm...
 Basic but VERY clean and sanitary.
Inside the dairy room, this woman is making cheese...
Everything is sterilized.
These farmers take their job very seriously...
Well maybe not ALL the time!
So once a week we get 1 yummy gallon of milk.
We feel good knowing where our milk came from.
Happy cows, field fed, farmers who love them.