Winter Over?

Yep...well, it's been an awful winter. Very tough on people and animals alike. As you can see, Fritz..our biggest Wether, at almost 120 lbs, is dwarfed by the snow banks.

We lost trees, fences and business because of two tough months of snow...finally, just today, washing away under torrential rain. YIPES.

The B&B business has taken a huge hit from the economy, as has most of the travel and tourism industry. It has affected us as well, but fortunately we planned for slow times and are still running the Inn and using downtime to our advantage. Besides, the animals don't care about the economy and demand just as much from us as they always have. So here is the animal update:

The goats got through winter in pretty good shape. Berta caught pneumonia in December, but a course of antibiotics, nutridrench, probiotics and B12...plus a LOT of TLC got her safely through. We battled a minor outbreak of foot scald, and some leg mange (Berta, AGAIN), but all in all the gang seems to be in good shape. Next comes the joy of shearing...ooooh nooooo. They all have long long shaggy coats ready to be shorn.

The chickens and Guinea hens did well also. We lost one Guinea to an owl. Despite the fact that we had to confine them all to their coops for 4 weeks, snowed in, they came through like troopers and are rewarding us with dozens and dozens of eggs.

The cows had a rougher time as they are pastured on an upslope and caught the worst of the snowy weather. We brought them into the barn several times, but they are not used to being confined and protested by trying to destroy the barn..ha ha. Several of the cows have gone off to market and the herd will be considerably smaller this year. Again...the economy has taken it's toll on them as well.



So THIS is what I have been doing with my time...working on Kat'z Kritterz ragdolls!
They have helped pass the time and are actually selling! So I have added them to my inventory of studio "output" and will be taking them along with me to shows this year. And yes, I have been painting, but it has been difficult with all the distractions and snow shovelling to get in any quality studio time. I do have a couple of paintings going to the Millwood VA show and have some great ideas for more work this summer.

Any Uncle Wiggly fans out there? Well, If Mr. Fungus (and you know who you are) doesn't spread and cause the little spring plants to hide under the leaves, I'll be back soon with another update!

Thoughts on Rag Dolls

My mother was born in San Francisco in 1912. She died last year, here at home, peacefully in her sleep. I miss her companionship and her always good advice.

My mother and I had a great relationship...not always the case with mother and daughter. I have a brother. To her he was the "cat's meow"..but I was the whiskers!!She said that I came out of an anniversary champagne bottle! Always partial to boys (she ADORED my husband and took his side on every decision) she found a kindred female spirit in me and we had some great times and a lot of laughs together. She was smart and funny and a superb straight man.

When I was about 8 years old, she made a rag doll for me.

Every Thursday afternoon a few of the neighbor gals got together to visit and chat and sew while waiting for all the kids to get home from school. Dubbed the "Busy Fingers and Fancy Doers", many a sad tale, family crisis, health problem and loving advice was aired over darned socks, embroidery projects and mending. It was here that my rag doll was born and lovingly sewn. Named Drucilla, by my mother, she appeared in my Christmas stocking. It was the best Christmas present I have ever received. Drucilla lived a long and happy life!

Recently, my mother whispered in my ear...make a rag doll. OK..so it wasn't quite that clear...actually I was in Michaels and saw a book on how to make rag dolls...The image of Drucilla came flooding back and I found myself irresistably drawn. With granddaughters and Christmas looming, I thought I would try to see if I could work some rag doll magic. What a treat it was to make those dolls..it came easily and I thought of what fun my mother must have had making my doll for me. It really is the little things. Before I knew it, my husband was involved, making little beds for the dolls. He even donated a couple of old sweaters so that I could make cheerful winter dresses for them.

Maybe I should channel the spirit of my paternal grandfather, a tailor, because I don't think my dolls are quite as expertly made as Drucilla was..but the love is in there passed on to me from all my female ancesters. And now I cannot stop making them. It's like a flood gate has been opened and I am finding real joy in creating these little rag beauties. Thanks ma...once again you have given me the best Christmas present ever!