In and out here on Henny Penny Lane...

My little cupboard runneth over...

but I simply cannot bear to part with my collection of mostly, old dishes. Plus, some of my favorites are from blogging friends, Andee, Lynn, and cousin Pat. 

What got me started on this subject anyhow, was pulling the "spring" dishes from the old cupboard on the front porch and replacing them with "fall" dishes. Aren't the colors of "fall" beautiful!

and you know what? Never once did I get around to posting the old cupboard filled with "springtime". Where did "spring" go, and so quickly?

My goodness! It took near half a bottle of "Old English" polish to bring the old cupboard back to life. The daily settling of dust from the dirt path, or as Mama used to say, "cars going up and down the road stirring up dust".

Is it my eyes or is there a touch of blurriness in this picture.? Anyhow, here it is "fall". The rest of the porch could use a good cleaning, and I would love to find a couple of pretty pillows for these old rocking chairs. Maybe a stop by Goodwill before Line Dancing tomorrow??

Saturday morning, I talked Poppy into driving his truck out to Murphy's hay farm for a bale of hay. "I just bought you a bale of hay", he said! Well, that was orchard grass for Rosie Goat...now Randall Rabbit needs Timothy hay. So, we drove to Murphy's, not a far trip, maybe 10 miles or so. 

Oh my gosh!! Can you imagine owning a hay farm! If only I had a barn with a hay loft filled with sweet smelling hay. Anyhow, I pulled the hay bale off the tailgate of the truck onto my now much used pink wheelbarrow, across the yard and down the path...

to my makeshift hay barn...

a shelter with an old freezer chest with the lid removed :(

You know what's fun about going to Murphy's Hay Farm, besides all the hay, you never know what new animal will be there to greet you. You may remember the 2,000 lbs. bashful bull from several years ago...

and a few weeks ago was this adorable miniature bull...

and now greeting customers...

Oh, this fella is so sweet and gentle and slow moving...

I would love to bring him home...

I said to Mr. Murphy, I want the camel! He laughed and said, well you can get him! Now where in the world could we keep a camel! You may remember also it was Mr. Murphy who took all my beloved rabbits. Oh yes, he said, there's a big place here for rabbits and a house for them. "sigh".  Will I ever stop missing my bunnies? 

But then there's big loveable Randall Rabbit who has stolen my heart...

with his very own bale of Timothy Hay...

Have been meaning to tell you, Willow Wabbit has a new home. She just didn't work out here. She now lives with another black Flemish Giant, a male so I'm sure she is happy and cared for. The owner wants to raise more Flemish Giants. Willow was a digger. She had turned the entire rabbit lot into a maze of tunnels. I was so afraid of her digging out and something bad happening to them both!

Oh my gosh, how I've gone on and on. It's okay if you checked out several stories ago. I must have been starved for someone to talk to :) Thank you for listening. Love all my blogging friends! 

Henny

Out the kitchen window

Would you like a peek out my kitchen window... 

Poppy is not crazy about kitty cats walking on cars, so you did good Smokey, choosing the old Corolla instead of Poppy's big shiny truck.

He watches me while I stand at the kitchen sink washing dishes. I say this old sweetie pie can do just anything he wants.

These two watch too. Probably trying to figure me out as I am always waving to them from the window.

Mother's Day was nice. Nobody was here except Poppy and me, so we drove to Henderson and ate breakfast at Cracker Barrel. Pecan pancakes! I had pecan pancakes! I never pass up an opportunity to eat pecan pancakes at Cracker Barrel. Oh my...with warm maple syrup and bacon on the side. Then believe it or not, we ordered pizza for supper. I mean, seriously, pecan pancakes and pizza in the same day! 

Thinking I would eat, drink, and be merry then go on a diet (again) Monday morning...and what arrives in the mail but a sweet card from Andee, Todd, and Madison with a gift card to Dairy Queen tucked inside...one that will buy several "Blizzards"!

Cracker Barrel is full of stuff. 

I could have looked all day, but we had to make it back to Mr. Murphy's farm before noon to buy a bale of hay...

I love this farm! And let me show you one more time...Mr. Murphy's pet bull...

He was pretty shy and didn't want to come out at first.

but a little hay did the trick. I've posted this before but thought you would not mind seeing the bashful bull again.

Thanks, if you are still here. :)

Love,
Henny

The old dust rag and other stuff

What a gloomy rainy Monday we have here. The pier is totally under water again. I would take a picture but by now you've all seen that!

I've made myself...made myself...vacuum the floors and clean one bathroom. That's not saying a lot in this teeny tiny house. I got the old oily dust rag out of the old coffee can and walked around with it for a while...never did dust anything. Sorry, but my heart is just not into dusting. My heart is never into dusting. Is this part of getting old? That you don't want to dust anymore and that you really don't care if the entire house needs dusting? If Mama could hear me, she would say, "I would be ashamed of myself if I were you".

Dumperoo knows how to cope with a rainy Monday...

Smokey stretched out on Poppy's side of the bed looking mighty long and sleek...

Wasn't it last year about this time that Poppy and I went to Mr. Murphy's farm to buy feed? It was cold and cloudy that day too, but a fun day and the day we met Mr. Murphy's bashful bull...

A little offer of hay from one of the workers brought him from behind the barn...

Okay, I'm grappling for something to talk about here so I'll hush for now. Might even pull out the dust rag again. Three more days of rain then I can get back outside, back to normal. Will you all come back? Thank you! See you soon.

Love,
Henny

Mr. Murphy's Hay Farm

Meet Mr. Murphy's pet bull...

Is he not the sweetest, most gorgeous bull ever?   He weighs 2800 pounds now and will weigh 3000 when fully grown.  He was born here on Mr. Murphy's hay farm. 

Shortly after Poppy and I moved into our little log cabin in the woods in 1989, we got busy and built a small fenced-in area and a tiny barn.  I wanted a pet sheep.  Poppy got me a black sheep.  Shortly thereafter, I met Mr. Murphy.  At the time Mr. Murphy owned a sheep farm and sold a little feed on the side. Buying feed one day I asked him if he would sell me a baby lamb.  He did.. So these were my two sheep...

Eventually, we gave both sheep back to Mr. Murphy. Sheep need shearing!  We tried! What a mess we had!  Makes me sad to look at them.  I had dreams of shearing sheep and spinning yarn.  I've had many dreams over the years that didn't work out.  Like a milk cow.  I want a milk cow!  Poppy says we need a farm for stuff like that. :)

Mr. Murphy got out of the sheep business and started a booming, very busy, "Murphy's Hay Farm".  You can buy just about anything farm related here.  There is a constant line of trucks and trailers driving through to be loaded.

I have always loved this farm.  The farm is beautiful in the summer when the grass and the trees are green.  Like everywhere  this time of the year, Mr. Murphy's is dull and grey. There used to be sheep and little lambs, cats and kittens everywhere!

Supposedly we have rain and very cold, single digit temperatures coming in by Tuesday...7 -9 degrees!  I wanted to take that "not so great" bale of hay I bought for the goats last week and put it in the chicken house to keep the chickens warm. Also wanted to fill all the nests with soft hay, and then buy the goats a better quality hay to eat.  Mr. Murphy sells that better quality hay. You can actually see green in the bale.  The goats love it...it's like their own little green grassy pasture!

While at the farm, Mr. Murphy said "walk out back and look at my pet bull".  At first, Mr. Bull would only peep out  from behind his shelter.  He's a mess.  Wanted us to think that he was shy!...

Thanks for stopping by.  Oh, Mr. Murphy gave us the name of a farm near by that has miniature donkeys for sale...near by!!!  Will keep you posted!

Love,
Henny penny