Monday, 22 October 2012

Cotton Fest.

We had a blast at the Cotton Festival. We were glad to have our old friend the Factor stay with us for the weekend and it's certainly always fun when he's around. We all got up early to participate in the 5K and 1K fun run/walk. I barely made it as Teenager sprinted to the finish line beating me by a couple seconds. Meanwhile the Factor came in 4th. He showed us all up. After the run I felt comfortable stuffing my face with pancakes and fried greasy foods. Our town was swarming with people and so many things to see and eat. Mummy and I both submitted pictures for a photo contest. Neither of us won (surprise surprise), but it was still exciting to see our pictures displayed. It may be hard to believe but, six pictures down, there is an old man taking children in a train ride with his 4 wheeler. (Scary) The whole town was mourning the loss of famous Big Tex, who burned at the state fair this past week. One lady had even churned out 100 'Remember Big Tex' t shirts to sell. The most interesting stand we talked to was a women who was spinning cotton into yarn. Mummy taught me how to knit a couple years ago so its something that would be fun to learn. Best food: fried oreos and chocolate chip funnel cake.
Fun and happy memories.
 





 
K

Saturday, 20 October 2012

After.


And after a couple days of rain, our crispy yellow grass turned from dead, to stunningly alive. In the sun it looks fake. Like fake plastic neon grass. Its strange what the country life will do to you. I now appreciate the color of grass. I appreciate that rain makes the grass grow. I appreciate that cows manage to find their way through the holes in our fences and eat our nice new grass. And strangely enough I appreciate the cow pats that help improve the soil. (Did I just write that?) Yes, yes I did. This is the new Katie, the Katie that takes pictures of blades of grass and talks about cow poo. I'm weird. Or I'm officially 'countrified'. Definitely both.
 K

Friday, 19 October 2012

Before.

 
Fall is slowly creeping into the air here in Texas. And by creeping I mean we've had one cold day in the past month. The grass was brown and crispy and one big oak tree at the front of the house turned and shed its leaves all over our porch. That's the extent of fall in Texas so far. No orange trees or pumpkin spice latte's yet. Here are some of my favorite views of the farm. In the past week we had a substantial storm come through, causing the rainfall to dramatically transform the land. Check back for the 'After' post.


K

Thursday, 18 October 2012

Dream Job.


Over the past few weeks I've started a new chapter in my life. The chapter is called 'Dream Job'. After suffering through possibly one of the worst jobs in the world, I can't believe the opportunity that God has placed in my hands. Five long years of studying art education and ceramics in college and I'm finally able to put this knowledge to good use.
I'm teaching as a long term sub for a high school ceramics teacher. (Insert squeal) I'm not sure what the future will hold with the temporary position, but I am hopeful that God will work his magic again and someday soon I'll be able to teach full time.
I get to play with clay everyday and teach highschoolers how to make art.
Yes. It couldn't get any better.
Here's a little of what we've been working on.

K

Tuesday, 16 October 2012

Hydro Heaven.


I've been meaning to write a post about this for a while now because it's something that Mummy has been working on very diligently. Back in Tampa she learned about Hyrdoponic Farming, which involves the plants being above ground and water filtering down through each plant. Learn more here. Before we can even think about growing anything in the nutrient depleted soil on our farm, we have to prepare the ground, so in the mean time, Mummy is growing us some Hydro Veggies. She's set up all the equipment and those little seeds are growing away. Pretty soon we'll have quite a feast.


K

Monday, 15 October 2012

55 Degree Art Fest.


This past weekend, Teenager and I took a trip up to Dallas to tour the annual Cottonwood Art Festival. There was a sudden plunge in the temperature down from near triple digits to 55 degrees. We realized we were gonna have to wear more than just shorts and a T shirt and for the first time since being in Texas we were able to wear cozy sweaters with boots. Even then we should've worn another layer or two. It was wonderful, except the festival hadn't quite caught up with the weather and were still trying to sell ice cream, when all anyone wanted was a hot chocolate. There was an amazing array of different mediums and techniques. I especially enjoyed the ceramic artists, my particular favorite being an artist who put leaves on the outside of a pot then carved out the excess. They were so beautiful, it took Teenager dragging me away from the stall so I wouldn't spend too much money on one. Teenager enjoyed an exceptionally long corn dog, and I a mouthwatering gyro. The cold weather has come and gone, but now at least we have something to look forward to.
Happy Monday!



K