Christmas Trivia-#1

For the next few weeks leading up to Christmas, I will attempt to post a new trivia question relating to Christmas, once per week. This will be a fun thing to do and pass on to all your friends. Tell them to come and visit this humble blog and take a poke at the right answer. I will give the person with the most right answers a prize that is yet to be determined. The prize will be awarded in January of the new year. Some questions will be religious in nature and some anecdotal. So, put your thinking caps on and have some fun.

Here is the first week's question:
How many Christmases are described in Margaret Mitchell's "Gone With the Wind"?

Leave your answer in the comment section and I will allow two guesses per visitor. Good luck.

I will keep this posted at the top until Friday. Scroll down for newer posts.

Joel Salatin In The News-Again

Of course, I"m late, but that is th story of my life. However, I thought it was note worthy to show that our movement is gaining steam, and getting big press.


Joel Salatin On Martha Stewart This Week

Monday, 16 November 2009
Virginia grazier, Joel Salatin, will be the featured guest on Martha Stewart’s television show on Thursday November 19th. That’s this week. Tune in for some good news about grassfed products.

Meat in the freezer

I hope that y'all had a great Thanksgiving with family and friends. Today marks a milestone for us. We sent our very first grass fed steer to the butcher this morning. We are very excited that, in two weeks, we will have fresh beef in the freezer! I will keep you posted on the taste and quality. We can't wait!

Happy Thanksgiving

Ps 30:12 To the end that [my] glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.

A Piece Of Peace

This past Saturday, while out cutting firewood, I came to a point where I had to shut off the noisy chainsaw. I had to move some wood out of my way to get to another part of the tree.

I took off my hard hat and ear muffs and started to move the wood, stacking it in a nice pile for later pick up. As I did so, I took notice of the peace that surrounded me. Without the noise of the saw, it was quite a serene scene.

I was on a section of the land that was above the tree line and, with the autumn leaves gone, I could see through the trees to what lay beyond. It was a wonderful view of the Ozark mountains with a slight foggy haze.

The cow was just under the line of view and I could see her eating, contentedly, the fresh, green grass that I had allotted for her. The two calves were behind me, in their pen. They had come over to inspect the saw dust and small branches left in the wake of my saw.

There was not a sound. Just me, working. The air was so quiet, in fact, that I could hear the calves chewing their cud-crunch, crunch. There was a chicken, or two, in the area. They made just the slightest cluck as they displayed their chickeness, scratching the ground for tasty morsels and bugs.

Then, Lucy, our cow, layed down to chew her lunch. She was the picture of contentment. It is a good thing to see a cow lying down, chewing the cud. It just seems as if all is right in the world.

I spied a flock of little nuthatches, swooping overhead. They lighted in the trees in order to procure a good vantage point to begin their concert. The chickadees will be here soon, bringing with them their cute little songs-chickadee-dee-dee-dee.

The morning clouds gave way to bright sunshine, and spilled its warmth upon the earth. I was able to shed the thick sweatshirt and soak in the rays. I took a seat on Polly, the power wagon, and ingested the day.

Taking a deep breath, I felt good. For just a brief moment in time, all was good. The stresses of the work week were behind me. The noise of the farm was calming. The rest of the day was ahead.

It is nice to have these moments when I can just forget the rest of the world, even for a little while. I could never find such serenity in the city. I don't know how people can do it, live in the city, that is. I will take this small piece of land over a city lot, anytime. It gives you the chance to stop and smell the roses.

A Quote From Thomas Jackson

Thomas "Stonewall" Jackson said, on February 3, 1863 in a letter to his wife from the winter encampment near Fredricksburg, "I am thankful to say that my Sabboths are passed more in meditation than formerly. Time thus spent is genuine enjoyment."

My prayer for all men, mostly myself, is that we would all spend our time that way, in meditation on the Word of God.

Move Over Horse Power

Now this is the way to do some logging! Somewhere in Alaska.