A Typical Monday Morning

Monday is a day that is set aside out of my usual week to recharge my batteries and this happens at the local Senior Community Center. First off, this is a good time to share (I would use the word unload here but it sounds better to say share) some of the farm goodies that are available.

Taking in a container or two in to town of whatever happens to be wildly producing is the norm. This time of year it is usually a box full each Monday since things are winding down and it won’t be long before winter brings everything to a halt. Continue reading


Self-Imposed Jail Time

Jackson and Butler, the two farm dogs, keep us company while we are working. They complain and pout if we go across the river for any reason and don’t take them along. The John Deere Gator is a sure fire clue to the dogs that someone is about to go somewhere. If we head toward the Gator, the dogs perk up and begin to anticipate the next adventure.

A crib made to haul firewood sitting in the bed of the John Deere Gator with dog insideOn this day, Mike had just completed another crib to hold firewood. This crib was fashioned with a regular sized pallet for the base and salvaged wood from the house that we tore down about 10 years ago.

It fits nicely into the bed of the Gator so it can be hauled across the river where a stack of wood is waiting to brought inside before the rains begin that are expected to last a week. Continue reading

Raining Walnuts

Where we had our first frost nearly a month ago, the frosty mornings  not made their way further down in elevation into the Willamette Valley where my brother has some amazing walnut trees, until recently. The cold splits the outer shell that holds the forming nut as it grows. With the protective coating opening, the nuts begin to drop to the ground.

Buckets of walnutsI got the word on Saturday that they were falling, and by Sunday afternoon I was picking frantically and filling every available bucket that I could find.

I ended up purloining my mushroom picking buckets for this task. I knew the buckets would only be needed for a few hours because once home I would spread the nuts out to dry so the buckets would again be available for forays into the forest. Continue reading

Like The Wicked Witch

Pinks and oranges of the pre-sunriseI had to share a pic of the most glorious sunrise the other morning, it highlights the theme of this story. The vivid colors are like the stories that I bring to the blog site, I enjoy sharing them and like to believe they bring a little glow to your day.

But just like the Wicked Witch of movie fame, my blog site is MELTING, MELTing, MElting, melting before your very eyes. The .wordpress.com site that I have been sharing on for nearly 5 years has a limited amount of data space allowed. The platform that I had been sharing all my stories has been free for me to use all this time so I’m very grateful, but the generosity has come to an end. My allotment of data space has been nearly full for a while now and even with my constant deleting of old pics I am still going over my limit.

A couple of months ago I decided that I needed to do something or I would lose my platform and my readers. In a bold move to continue my farm stories, I purchased my own domain, SchmidlinAngusFarms.com, and this new blog has been simultaneously posting every daily story since I got it up and running. Now that the new site has its secure status  and the vexing follow button is finally working correctly, my mrssusanschmidlin.wordpress.com site will dissolve.

I cannot express how worried I am that I am going to lose my faithful audience. The wordpress.com site does not let me transport my followers to my new site, each person has to do it themselves. I have been given a chance to meet so many of you, some in person but most via the internet, and  I am in awe of the fantastic people that are a part of my blogging world. Please, PLEASE I am begging you, please visit the new site SchmidlinAngusFarms.com and click the follow button so I don’t lose you!

A Group Of Hunters

A group of mushroom hunters in the woodsI have been mostly going solo into the woods for mushroom hunting expeditions, but recently I had the opportunity to guide two couples  into the forest to seek out the golden Chanterelles.

I had warned the group ahead of time that there are terrain issues if one isn’t prepared for the adventure. Sturdy, waterproof shoes, lightweight clothing (because it is work both going uphill and down), baseball caps to protect faces from vine maple, twigs and brush, and reflective vests being that we are currently in hunting season. The vest surprised my visitors since they believed that we would be on my own private property. I agreed that we would only be hunting on our farm but it is also rifle deer season and private property signs on the edges of the place to not assure that hunters would not wander in. Continue reading

A Big Deal

Well, I’ve gone and done it. Since July, I have been keeping a secret from my readers, but the official press release is out so now I can share the news with all of you. I have been accepted into a program that will run through the next six months. It will give me opportunities that I usually don’t get to experience first hand, and I will be traveling hither and yon around Oregon to the on-site classes. You are probably wondering what in the dickens I am talking about. Continue reading