"You cannot legislate the poor into freedom by legislating the wealthy out of freedom. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else. When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that my dear friend, is about the end of any nation.

You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it."
Dr. Adrian Rogers 1931-2005
Showing posts with label Be it ever so humble there is no place like home. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Be it ever so humble there is no place like home. Show all posts

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Button Bouquet

Here is an easy project that I had been thinking about making for a while and finally decided to make it. 

The hay we buy sometimes comes wrapped in wire, other times in plastic type rope.  I am one that likes to find purpose for pretty much everything. With the wire, I have done several things inside and Bill has used it on the farm here and there.

For this project I just bent the wire into shapes and adorned with buttons has become a button bouquet centerpiece.  As a salvage/thrifty person~I shall share that many of the buttons are from clothing that has gone on to become rags, quilts, potholders, and more. 

The jar vase is an apple shaped jar that apple juice came in.  I liked the shape and held onto the jar-for a someday role.

Let me know if you make a button bouquet for your home!

Now here is a sneak peek at my other project that is of the plastic rope...
I am making rugs to have on the porches to wipe our boots with. 
It is a pretty durable plastic and I have an abundance of it so 
all I need to do is sit down and sew it!  I hope to finish at least four 
of these by the end of the year. 

Monday, February 7, 2011

Is the grass greener?


I labeled this photo "even chickens use the paths"
When we bought the farm it was not anything but an old house engulfed in Mesquite and desert vegetation. We had no idea that it had a fenced back yard behind the house until we began to remove the Mesquite...and this is a chore. All of the work on the farm is done manually, because we have manual labor and no machines to facilitate the work. So my teens have become fit in times where fit is something hard to maintain.

I have a dream for this farm. Many people have laughed at the notion of a farm in New Mexico because this is Ranch country and heaven forbid someone would rock the boat. But it is a farm I wanted. Simple, with a few animals, a garden and some trees. Eventually I would like it to be a place people come to learn skills of old that have been forgotten as we advance further into the 21st century.

I think often about this plan and its simple implementation. The rocks lining that path were each picked up by the teens and I. We have made many trips to gather rocks, because here on the farm sand, white sand from White Sands, dirt, and more dirt seem to be the only other thing besides the Mesquite, so to fancy things up, it requires sweat~equity. I laugh when I reflect on how quick I thought I could have the farm done to my satisfaction...as it was naive to think it could be done in 18 months.

This farm that we have called home now for 3 years is more than a farm or a ranch for that matter. It is a dream. Plain and simple it is a dream to take something that someone saw no value in, and make it my perfect home. I am fairly certain I am close, and confess that there is no place, no home, no country that the grass is greener than this farm, and for that I am ever so grateful.