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Illinois just joined ranks with other states who are recycling old roofing shingles to pave roads. The old shingles are ground up and added to the asphalt mix. Missouri has already done such a thing and estimates it saved $20 …Read More

Yesterday morning I awoke at 4:30 a.m., grabbed a big to-go cup of coffee and drove 2 1/2 hours to pick up a pig. Then I turned around and drove 2 1/2 hours home again…uh…jiggidy jig. I used an entire …Read More

I’m finding one can learn a lot from a little Lola pig: Follow your gut when dealing with new acquaintances. A few days ago my mom and dad came down to the pen to meet their grand-pig. I put Lola’s …Read More

Last night’s walking-Lola routine was similar to the other nights. When I put the harness on her,  she screamed-squealed so loudly and convincingly that I thought I had hurt her. As soon as the harness was in place, though, she …Read More

Meet Lola the Pig. And you might as well say “hi” to the happy lady holding her. It’s pretty obvious that lady is in her “Happy Place”.  Lola’s story starts a long time ago when that lady was just a …Read More

One of my friends caught a glimpse of a photo I had taken of a one-day-old baby bunny and she shuddered and said, “WHAT is THAT?” That’s when it dawned on me that unless one has actually bred rabbits, she …Read More

Last night I was curled up in bed reading and I heard the little voice, “Go check on the bunnies”. I don’t usually spend time on the bunnies in the evening. They are in an enclosed area and I feed …Read More

“Mom, can I go pet that black and white cat on the other side of the fence?” “UUGH-GRRRR-PFFFFT” “What was that, Mom?” “UUGH-GRRRR-PFFFFT” <<giggle, giggle>> “I’ll take that as a ‘YES!’” and off she bounds to whisper private words of …Read More

We’re not thrill-seekers. We usually take one vacation a year. We leave our small town less than six times a year for the bigger cities nearby. We avoid crowds.   We see maybe two-three movies in the theater a year. We …Read More

This morning my seven-year-old daughter, Lydia, helped me feed the chickens and gather the eggs.  This is what I heard outside of the chicken coop: “Mom, there are four eggs.” “No, I’m sorry, Mom…I was mistaken…there are five.” “Mom, I …Read More