Weekend of Antiquing

When one thinks of antiquing it conjures thoughts of antique stores and flea markets. 

For those on the more adventurous side, one might add garage or rummage sales, and estate or farm auctions.

It has a totally different conjure on New Leaf Farm.  We HATE to let anything be called unusable.
If something was good at one time, why would it not function yet today?

Here, follow our thought process:

Air - the first clothes dryer

 

 

Cherry pitter (is that a word?) from Enterprise Cherry Stoner - made is USA - wish I knew the born on date

 

 

 

 Farm equipment with WOODEN parts (it's called a Pittman & you should hear the tractor parts person laugh when you call asking about if they keep them in stock)

 

 

 

Grandma's rolling pin and salvaged butcher block

 

 

Crown Masson jar - predates Mason?!

 

Old fashioned hollyhocks

 

Original incubator

 

 

 

 

Inventor of pollination

 

 

Perhaps our activities down on the farm should be not called antiquing.

 

One cannot call it recycling either; things are still used for the original purpose.  

 

Our wish is not allow things to become old, obsolete or antiquated.  Granted at times this takes BIG TIME ingenuity; think wire, bubblegum, and duct tape.   

 

So at New Leaf Farm we do not go antiquing - we anti-antiquate the things around us.

 

 

 

 

 



Good Men at New Leaf Farm

It is cherry picking time at New Leaf Farm.

 Little Guy Pickin Cherries

 

Granted not big Bing cherries, but rather tart cooking cherries.  Oh but all so juicy!  Juice dripped from hand to elbow while dangling from a step ladder trying  to reach the elusive big ones on top.

Little guy and I were picking together - sticky bonding time if you will. 

The chickens were foraging below us pecking at our dropped fruit.

Mr. Big Guy, our dominant rooster, was in the mix and clucking to his girls. 

I noticed Mr. Big Guy eyeing the lowest branch.  He cocked his head to one side and in one fluid motion, he jumped and plucked off a cherry.

Wow! how cool was that?  Little guy saw it too.  We both were watching and amazed, but then something else happened. 

Mr. Big Guy spit the cherry to the ground and clucked to his girls.  They all gathered around fighting over his newfound treasure.

And guess what?  He did it again and again until all the cherries on the branch were gone.

Mr. Big Guy taking care of his girls - how cute, but yet so strong.

Mr. Big Guy & his girls

You know what they say about pets looking like their owners?  Well apparently on New Leaf Farm this applies to valor.

This rooster mirrors all the men on New Leaf Farm - they love to look after "their girls".

Yes, comparing my hubby, Mr. O, to a rooster is a compliment. And yes, it is romantic. 

 Mr. O off to mow trails for his girls

 



Noticing the little things with a smile on my face!