‘Twas the Night Before Catmas, err, Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the farm,
Not a creature was stirring, not even in the barn;
The stockings were hung by the coat rack with care,
In hopes that St. Leo Claus soon would be there;
The goats were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of peanut hay danced in their heads;

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And Stella in her ‘kerchief, and Jake in his cap,
Had just settled their brains for a long winter’s nap,

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When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
(Well let’s be honest, Stella sprang, Jake mosied.)
Away to the window Stella flew like an owl,
Frantically barking and threw out a howl.
The moon on the breast of the white sand yard,
Gave a lustre of midday to winter swiss chard,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny hen-deer,
With a little old driver so orange and fat,
I knew in a moment he must be Leo the cat.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Dizzy! now, Cadence! now Leah and Pevie!
On, Anna! on, Elsa! on, Golden Girls and Pevie!

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To the top of the deck! to the top of the catitat!
Now dash away! flit away! fly away stat!”
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of mischeif, and St. Leo Claus too—
And then, in a twinkling, from the cat room we heard
Clucking and meowing, it sounded absurd
As Stella drew in her head, and was turning around,
Through the cat door St. Leo Claus came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his paws were all tarnished with litter and soot;
A bundle of joy he had flung on his face,
And he looked like a runner who just won a race.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his whiskers, how merry!
His ears like a wizard, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the fur on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he purred, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

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A wink of his eye and a rub on my leg,
Soon gave me to know I had so much to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And clawed all the stockings; then turned like a jerk,
And laying his paw on the side of the tree,
And giving a push, down it toppled with glee;
He sprang to the counter, gave the cookies a shove,
And to the floor they all flew like the down of a dove.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he darted out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

Ain’t No Elves on these Shelves

Hey y’all I think it’s time for a gardening update.  Well, our little kumquat tree has produced a bunch of precious little kumquats this season and I almost ate them all before remembering to take a picture!

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I also realize that I neglected to inform my faithful readers that I planted perennial French Shallots and both softneck and hardneck garlic a couple weeks ago.  They should both be ready to harvest in the spring.  They have started to come up now through the mulch.

We also planted some rye to overwinter some of the garden beds.  If only everything grew as well as Rye grass.

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The lone Kohlrabi is looking strong through several frosts.

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I also picked a bunch of mustard greens and lettuce the other day before a frost.

And that’s the gardening update! Just 2 more months before I begin planting for the spring season!

Since we moved to Prickly Pear Plantation, we have been using one of the offices in the barn as a storage room.  It has been a complete disastrous nightmare in there with boxes piled over my head and no place to walk.  Over the weekend it was time to get organized.   We took nearly everything out of the room and built some shelves!

It was awesome! Seriously this was one of my most favorite projects so far.  Organization is amazing.  Here it is all done and stuffed with crap!

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I wish I had a before picture, but just believe me, the room was a nightmare and I am just happy that I can see the floor in there now.   In the words of Matt “The key to Steph’s heart is to build her shelves”.  Touché.

Anyone ever wonder why it’s so hard to clean a goat house?

 

Reunited and it feels so good

Thursday Matt got home from work at around 4:45 and we rolled out in the van around 5pm, Texas bound! We drove through Alabama and Mississippi and stopped for the night in Breaux Bridge, Louisiana at a Walmart.  We continued our journey in the morning and arrived at Ashley and Shane’s house at around 3.  For those of you who don’t know, Ashley and I met in kindergarten and have been friends ever since, keeping in touch after she moved to Texas when we were 12.

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Here we are playing hula hoop, presumably in the early 90s. 

The last time we saw Ashley was 3 years ago when she came to visit me and Matt in Attleboro, but every time we see each other it’s like no time has passed!  It started raining about 5 minutes after we arrived and never stopped.  But we’re not ones to let a little rain get in the way of adventure.  On Saturday we went to the San Jose Missions, the Alamo, got lunch at Schilo’s and then explored the Riverwalk before heading back to the house for some dry clothes, a fire and of course, hot chocolate.

On Sunday morning after coffee we headed out! Not before taking a classic picture though!

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It was so great to finally meet Shane, the chickens and to see their house!  Ashley and Shane were wonderful hosts and we’re excited that it won’t be 3 years before we see them again since they’ll be here in April for the wedding!

We drove all day on Sunday and stopped at a Walmart somewhere in Louisiana.  The next morning we had a delightful breakfast at Cracker Barrel and then scooted over to Biloxi, MS to visit Beauvoir.  Beauvoir is the last home of Confederate President Jefferson Davis.

It was beautiful and the history was really interesting.  And to my sheer delight there were also farm animals there!

Next we grabbed some grub at the Fillin’ Station.

Then we battled our way home in the torrential thunderstorms.  The good news is that several inches of rain also fell at home, so things are looking a little less dusty! And we had lots of furry friends to greet us on our return.

Once we were home and settled in, we decided to get into the Christmas spirit and make a gingerbread house and cookies.

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And did we tell you we put the Christmas Tree up last weekend?

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Have a festive week, y’all!