DALLAS WALK OUT

BULL CALF DALLAS WALK OUT MARCH 2018 BARLEY DARTS

Dallas, our juvenile bull, staged a walk out.  Ironically, it was this week.  And in all fairness, it was easy and looked like a good idea.

Of course, the grass often looks greener on the other side.  And Dallas enjoyed every minute of his protest.  However, he also lived to regret it.

Only a short-time later, Dallas became desperate.  He longed for the basics of real security.  The same security he’d taken for granted.  And the same security that had been paid for, by the sacrifices of others.

Now that it was gone, Dallas would pay a price.  He had to fight to get back what he’d walked away from.  Alas, it was much harder, and far more painful, than a walk out.

FRIDAY FRONTIER: ENDURANCE

 

FULLER HOMESTEAD MAR 2018 BARLEY DARTS

This vacant homestead is a couple of miles up the road from our own.  The humble little shack on the far left, was likely the house.  To the far right, is the modest barn that may have sheltered a working horse and a milk cow.  The two small sheds in between, may have housed chickens and a workshop.

Year after year, these remnants continue to endure our bitter, winter storms with strong, north winds.  And year after year, I marvel at the skills of the folks that built it; all by hand.  I marvel at their lives of endurance, their sacrifices, their blood, their sweat, and their tears.  I marvel that America’s very foundation was built this way; one rock, one stick, one day, and one life at a time.  And I marvel that it was built with the help of family, friends, neighbors, churches, and communities; from one generation to the next.

Meanwhile, I marvel at modern Americans.  They have ample free time.  Yet, instead of helping one another, they live to rip each other apart.  And the only thing they work hard to do, is to tear our communities and country down.  Few, if any, understand what it actually took to build it all up.  In fact, few have the skills to build anything at all, besides chaos.  And even fewer sow anything, besides discord.  Alas, even the remaining remnants of yesteryear, may not weather and endure even one more generation…

 

FRIDAY FRONTIER: SASQUATCH

SASQUATCH SHADOWS BARLEY DARTS

Jane Goodall is quoted as having said, “Well, I’m a romantic, so I always wanted (Sasquatch) to exist.”  Perhaps, I’m a romantic, too.  Why?  Because I see Sasquatch, Big Foot, or Yeti in the shadow of this photo.  And those tracks?  Well, isn’t that just more proof she’s roaming our North Woods again?

 

 

FRIDAY FRONTIER: GIRL POWER

MEET AND GREET DAUGHTERINLAW BARLEY DARTS

Keith and I will soon be blessed with a daughter!  We admit that it took us by surprise, but we couldn’t be happier!  Tomorrow, we shower her with our blessings.  I just hope I don’t overwhelm her with my excitement.  I’ve been outnumbered by the guys for a long time.  You know, guys rule, girls drool?  So, look out boys!  From now on, there’s gonna be double the girl power!

FRIDAY FRONTIER: WORTH THE WAIT

CANNING PORK BROTH BARLEY DARTS

Wait.  Meanwhile, save up some money.  Next, find and purchase a boar and a gilt.  Then feed the gilt and the boar, twice a day.  Wait about 6 months for the gilt to mature.  Then put her in with the boar.  Wait 1 to 2 cycles for them to mate.  Continue feeding the gilt and boar, twice a day.  Wait another 3 months, 3 weeks, and 3 days.  Then at 3:00 am count your piglets.  Next, feed your piglets, twice a day.  Wait 9 to 12 months.  Then harvest a pig or two.  Wait for the meat to cool.  Next, cut up your pork and fill a roasting pan.  Bake low and slow.  Wait again.  Remove most of the meat from the pan and cool.  Meanwhile, fill canning jars with the broth.  Process broth in a pressure canner.  Wait some more.  While you’re waiting, shred the meat, package it, and freeze it.  Repeat.  Then wait for a special day, just around the corner.  When it arrives, thaw the meat and heat it with the broth.  Wait one last time.  Then bless and share it with family and friends, knowing it was well worth all the wait.

 

FRIDAY FRONTIER: RED SKY

RED SUNRISE BARLEY DARTS

On our way to Bemidji, we chased this spectacular sunrise.  Within minutes, it culminated into a sea of red that flooded the whole sky.  And while we were enthralled by its beauty, we were also concerned.  Why? “Red sky at night, sailors’ delight.  Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning.”  It was an omen that our drive home would not be nearly as pleasant.  In fact, a snow storm with 55 mph winds didn’t wait for our drive home.  It was right on the heels of this sunrise.  And well, let’s just say, it wasn’t nearly as colorful.

 

 

 

FRIDAY FRONTIER: ICE FISHING

 

People come from all over the U.S. just to ice fish here.  Some come from other countries.  And we’re often told how lucky we are to live here.  Folks say they wish they could trade places with us.  They think we “ice fish all the time”.  Of course, we don’t have the heart to tell them that it’s a treat for us, too.  Alas, we have to schedule it in, much like they do.  But, we don’t have to travel as far.  And we can sleep in our own beds.  And we can fish more often.  And we get to know all the good spots.  And… well, we’re lucky to live here and wouldn’t trade places with anyone.  However, we will trade stories!