• Normally, with a title like that, it’s followed with a picture like this! Just a little scene I came home to late one afternoon – 4 cows out! They had been everywhere, frolicked in the milking parlor, knocked many thing down, tore open a bag of feed (just a few scoops left in it thankfully!) and devoured it, tracked mud everywhere…just like wayward kids making mischief when mom is gone!


    But this time, it’s meant in a good way….a day when everything just falls into place….my grandma would have said “like buttah”.

    Two of my son were spending the day trying to get some projects done on the farm.  We purchased a piece of equipment (more about that later!) and we needed to take inventory because some things were missing – there are hundreds of parts and we though it would take the better part of the day.  These two guys had it done in about 3 hours!

    Next project was putting ear tags on two of the newest calves!  Easy peasy!  Done in minutes!

    Now it was time to get all of the cows ear tagged and tail hairs pulled for genetic testing and registration. I’ve got three girls I’d like to sell and the father of all is a fairly well known Irish Dexter bull, Euchee Creek’s Red Sonny. This is something we should be doing when they are little ones. Sometimes life gets in the way and before you know it that 100 lb. calf is now an 800 lb heifer and it is NOT so easy to do!

    Let me just say that the last time Elijah and I tried to get all of the cows in the corral…it took over 3 hours.  It was 2 pm by now and they weren’t sure they’d be able to get that done.  Off they went down the hill to dump some feed into the feeder in the corral.

    Ten minutes later…TEN MINUTES PEOPLE!!!…I had a call that they had all the cows in the corral.  The only ones that didn’t come were three steers that didn’t need to go in the first place.  just.ten.minutes  This was truly a blessing from the Father!

    Elijah is pulling tail hairs and Siah is pulling cockleburs off of her face.  Next ear tag goes in…

    And off she goes – bellowing all the way – she was NOT happy at being poked and pulled! It’s so much easier when they are little – don’t make the mistake I did and let it go so long!

    Next item on the list…to move Goodie (due to give birth soon) to the upper barn field so when she got closer I could get her into the barn in the hopes that THIS time mama would bond to baby. I’ve been bottled feeding someone since the end of June – so tired of this chore! The boys just decided to let Goodie follow them with a bucket of feed.  I never thought that would work.  Believe it or not, she pretty much trotted behind them all the way to her new field on the other side of the farm.  No issues, never tried to run…I’m telling you it was jaw dropping to watch that happen.

    There was even some time left to do some little projects around the farm…it was just one of those golden days when everything goes absolutely the way you hoped it would.  They are rare…cherish them when they come!

    Blessings,

    Cheri

     

     

     

  • Last year was a doozy wasn’t it?  But what did you learn from it?  When things go wrong,  always try to prepare yourself against having to go through that again. What can you do differently to make things better next time?

    Many years ago, after my first baby, I moved to Florida.  My parents were there and I had visited but had never lived there myself.  I remember hearing on the news that there was a tropical storm out in the gulf that MIGHT hit Florida.  I didn’t think much of that because it was too early to tell.  That evening happened to be my regular grocery store run. I was SHOCKED when I went into that store.

    Not only was toilet paper gone…so was bread, water, flour, sugar, salt, all the junk food and soda, most of canned goods, all the beer and wine, and cans and packages were strewn on the floor while staff was trying to put order back in the store. It looked like a mob had gone through the store, emptied it and made a mess in the process.  I’d never seen the like.

    Thinking this was some kind of novelty, I called my momma when I got home to tell her what had happened in “my store”.  Her response? “Oh yes….the minute they mention the possibility of a storm they empty the shelves – happens in all the stores.”

    Fortunately that storm dissipated at sea and most people went about normal life. But it happened every time storms were mentioned for the next 15 years that I lived in Florida. Every. single. time! WHY? Didn’t anybody learn anything?

    I didn’t want to have to deal with this again every time the weather man said “tropical storm” or “hurricane”. I learned that I needed to keep stock of certain important things so that if some kind of emergency were to happen, I could feed my children and take care of basic needs.  I made a change in how I thought and what my actions were.  That was almost 40 years ago!

    Last year we ALL went through something similar but it lasted much longer than a tropical storm or hurricane! It lasted for months instead of days.  How long was it before toilet paper returned to normal with out a limit to what you could purchase? Water? Canned goods?  Heck…things are still not normal in my area!  Canning jars, rings and seals are almost non-existent this year! There are supply issues with computer parts, lumber, metal roofing,  auto parts…and more!

    Are you paying attention? What are YOU learning?  What if some of those things didn’t come back for a year? What if grocery store shelves stayed empty? What would you do? How would you eat? What would daily life look like for you? Now is the time to be thinking about this and planning for emergencies.

    Did you know that the government recommends that a family have 3 months worth of food and supplies on hand at all times?  My Grandparents lived through the depression as adults. Both of my parents lived through the depression as teenagers – they all knew hunger…Grandma called it “hard hunger”.   My dad used to say that getting an apple once or twice a year was a real treat.  They were very, very poor.

    If my Aunt Annie and Uncle Paul hadn’t had a farm and generous hearts, I don’t know how my family would have survived.  Every week they came to town and brought home churned butter, fresh milk, veggies and produce from the farm and Aunt Annie’s “medicinals” for those who needed it – also made from plants growing in the garden and on the farm.

    I remember as a kid that my grandma had a “canning room” in her basement – the coldest room in her unair-conditioned home in Indiana.  I used to go there in the summer to read books because it was so cool.  It was lined with shelves that were filled with her canned veggies, jams, jellies, fruit, canned juice, home made wine and moonshine (grandad’s contribution) and baskets on the floor filled with potatoes, onions, apples, bell peppers and other garden goodies. At the end of the garden season they picked every single green tomato and wrapped each one lovingly in newspaper to ripen slowly. They had fresh tomatoes well into winter! That room always smelled amazing! It looked very much like this one! I remember the shelves were so deep I couldn’t reach the back of them.  By the end of winter it was almost empty of food and filled with clean canning jars ready to start again!

    I remember as a kid that my own parents had a huge shelving unit in our basement filled with staples…several of each thing. They were not home canned – my mom never did that but they did keep two or three things of what they considered “staples”. Toilet paper, toothpaste, ketchup, mustard, cans of beans, boxes of rice, etc.

    Florida was the wake up call for me.  I experienced a problem that I didn’t want to have to deal with again. I began doing little things here and there as I could afford it. Once I moved to a farm in the late nineties, I planted my first garden, it was 12 square feet and I planted something different in each square foot …it was a test for me…to see if I could grow something other than the African Violets that always graced my home.  It gave me the confidence to grow that garden each year until it was almost 8,000 square feet and we were supplying almost all of our own food….along with the bees, goats, cows, chickens, guineas and turkeys we collected along the way.

    I taught myself to can, dehydrate, pickle, water-glass, dry can and more! I learned to milk cows and goats, work bees,  churn butter, make cheese, bake bread, make soap, and use plants, herbs and essential oils as our medicine. And I taught these skills to my sons who worked just as hard as I did to achieve food security. We had a passion to become as self-sufficient as possible so that we would never have to worry if the store shelves were empty.  We did not want to rely on anyone but our heavenly Father!

    I can still remember the first Thanksgiving when everything on that table came from the homestead and the work of our own hands from the bread and butter, to the milk, veggies, turkey, ice cream and pies! That feeling was hard to describe… grateful is probably the best word.  The pantry was full and there was enough food to tide us over until gardening season next year when it would all begin again.

    So I ask you again…what did you learn last year? What is your plan? What are you doing differently? What are you waiting for?  No space for a big garden? Grow a little one, grow in pots, join a community garden, ask a friend with land if you can plant a garden there! Buy something extra at the store every week. Learn new skills! Get a good plant ID book and some books on herbal medicine. Take classes…learn to preserve food! Do something…start now!

    Failure to plan is planning to fail! Please do something… be prepared, be self-sufficient, be safe!

    Blessings,

    Cheri

     

     

  • When Cows Go Crazy

    When I fed the cows that morning, I knew Scarlett would have her baby by nightfall. It would be her first baby so I kept checking on her throughout the day.  At one point, I saw her and the baby laying down together in the shade along a fence line and assumed that all was well.  When I checked an hour later, Scarlett was nowhere to be seen, the baby was laying in the hot sun on the dam to our pond and he had not been cleaned off. Our steer was bullying him…butting at him…and no mama there to protect him!

    I filled a bucket with feed and called the cows – hoping that Scarlett would come and find her baby.  Scarlett didn’t come but her baby did come up with the other cows. I ran to turn off the electric fence, went into the field and began pulling, shoving and pushing the baby to get him under the electric fence and into our yard. I figured he probably weighed 80 pounds! I called my son who lives next door for help. Then ran to turn the fence back on.

    We got him into the shade and poured some cool water on him – he was way to hot. Then offered him some colostrum. Since he wasn’t cleaned off,  I figured he had probably not nursed.  By cleaning their babies, this helps mama cow bond to her baby.


    We needed to go find mama – I was praying that she didn’t die from the birth.  But where to put baby while we were looking for her?  I decided to put him on my back deck – safe, soon to be in shade and he couldn’t wander off.  My back deck is my plant nursery, it is where I raise chicks and keets when they hatch from the eggs that I incubate (the wood box on the left) and now it’s my calf nursery too!

    Once the calf was safe, we jumped in the Kubota and went looking for mama.  We found her over the hill, munching on grass and not concerned about her calf at all – so not normal! Most mama’s don’t let their new babies out of their sight.

    We called for reinforcements and another of my sons arrived to help get mama into a stall in the barn.  It was a comedy of errors! She was skittish, wouldn’t follow feed or baby…normally we can carry a baby and mama will follow us to where ever we go. The Kubota got stuck, we had to get the tractor to pull the Kubota out! Finally they got her into our corral, got a halter on her and tied her to the Kubota. It was a long, slow walk to the barn – Scarlett didn’t cooperate at all. Just picture a cow with all four hooves planted firmly on the ground unwilling to move. It took 6 hours to get it all done. Dark was coming on fast.

    Once mama was secure, my son that had given baby it’s bottle went to get him.  Obviously, baby thought that my son was his mama…after all he had the milk!  He followed him all the way through the yard and the field out to the barn!

    We put baby into the stall with Scarlett and fed her.  He latched on pretty quickly and began to empty her, quarter by quarter.  I was so thankful because he needed that colostrum.

    We were thinking that all was going to be well.  And it was….as long as mama was eating.  What happened after she finished her feed horrified me! She dropped her head and put her nose under his belly – I thought she was going to nuzzle him, clean him off…instead she picked him up and slammed him HARD against the barn wall…then dropped him and did it a second time.  Elijah had gone to get a hose for her water tank but he heard me screaming and was back in a flash! We tried all the tricks…we put molasses down his back, mineral salt too since she was interested in that. Anything we could think of to induce her to lick him but she wouldn’t!

    Baby had curled into a corner and she turned on him again before we could get him out – she butted him hard against the wall twice! Elijah jumped in and grabbed the baby before she could kill him.  I had no doubt that if we left him there he would be dead by morning. We placed him back on the back deck until we could figure out a better plan.

    We needed to get a field ready for this little one.  In the mean time he couldn’t stay on my deck. I decided to put him in the chicken field.  The electric fence would keep him safe until we could make other arrangements. He wasn’t quite sure what to think of the chickens and he learned very quickly not to touch the fence.

    We tried several times to put baby back with mama – she refused to accept him.  We gave her four days – I was hoping it would be enough time for hormones to calm down a little. The last time she wouldn’t even let him nurse. Perhaps she would be better with her next baby but I don’t think so. I’m not willing to feed her for a year to find out and end up going through this again. Irish Dexter Cattle are typically very gentle!  I also don’t want that disposition in my herd. She’ll fill my freezer as soon as I can get her processed.

    One of my sons mowed the field around our red barn and I spent a day hauling a hay bale up there and pitching hay inside so he could get out of the sun and rain and have a soft, safe place to sleep.

    I’m now bottle feeding this little one until he’s old enough to survive on grass.  I’m hoping that once the rest of the girls have their calves, they will help raise this little one. A friend told me that when she was in this situation, all of her girls let her little orphan nurse so essentially her herd raised the baby!  Praying for that same result.

    For all of the grandkids sake, anything that will be harvested gets a “food name” so that they know from the beginning that this is food –  and they don’t get attached.  We’ve had Burger, Sir Loin, Potter (for Pot Roast) and more.

    This little one needs a name…I thought maybe my readers might have a suggestion? Winner gets a package of soap from me! I’ll leave this open until the end of the month and then we’ll choose a name from your suggestions!

    Blessings,

    Cheri

  • My Grandma taught me to can when I was a little girl.  She started with jams and jellies.  She lived in Indiana in a home without air conditioning – it was built in the 1930’s…no one had air conditioning.  She did her canning in the basement because it was cooler.  She hung her onions to dry in the root cellar – a tiny little room off that basement that was always cold! It held her canned beans, peas, squash, pickles, relishes, peaches, tomatoes, apple butter, jams, jellies and more. She stored tomatoes from their garden,  each lovingly wrapped in newspaper and stored for use through the winter.  Baskets of potatoes, hard apple cider, elderberry syrup and more! That basement held so many wonderful smells, tastes and memories for me! My grandparents home was my happy place growing up! Her old canning table resides in my kitchen now.


    One of the first things she taught me to “put up” was strawberry jam.  It was thickened with sugar…lots and lots of sugar… and cooked for a long time. It was good but I do things a bit differently now.  Instead of canning regular strawberry jam that requires lots of sugar.  I make freezer jam which requires less sugar, no cooking and can be sweetened with stevia – at least in part.  I’m experimenting each year to reduce the amount of sugar and increase the stevia!

    My grandbabies love this jam because it tastes like fresh strawberries on their sandwiches, toast, pancakes, french toast or even in their yogurt or smoothies! The original recipe came right out of the Sure-Jell Pectin insert. The adaptations to make Hot Jam are my own. The sugar substitutes are also my ideas. I am always looking for ways to reduce any sugar intake because it drives inflammation in the body and I don’t like to have achey joints…or brain fog!

    I hope you enjoy as much as my family does!

    Blessings,

    Cheri

     

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  • Praying for Texas!

     

    I feel like I’ve met a lot of wonderful people from Texas.  Some have become customers….many have become friends.  My heart goes out to Texas right now.  From a massive 100 car pile-up to incredible winter weather…Texas needs our prayers!

    Please join me in praying for safety, health and warmer weather!

    Texas! You are on my heart and in my prayers!  I love you guys!!

    Blessings,

    Cheri

  • Today the roof went on the pole barn. My sons worked on it all day. Here is the first piece of tin going up early this morning…

    quickly followed by more…

    And done! It’s a beautiful sight!

    I have kids and grandkids that live here on the farm with me….there is nothing more fascinating to two little boys than to watch some of their uncles
    “building”.  They “borrow” wood from my woodpile often for some building project or another.

    The youngest has his own language.  Today he was carrying a “bambooze pole” – it was a gun, a knife, a sword, a walking stick…whatever his need was, his imagination took him there. It came from our “bambooze forest”.

    He couldn’t wait to go “into” the barn.  Can you guess what he is doing here?

    He wanted Mimi (that’s me folks) to play hide and seek…in a building with no walls! :). I “finally” found him LOL!  Then I was told to hide over by the “latter” near the “cow machine” (the machine that takes you to visit the cows naturally). He found me pretty quickly!

    His older brother was pretty quick to tell me, with great alarm in his voice, that I “couldn’t climb the ladder”. When I asked why not…that little stinker told me I was TOO OLD!  I asked him how old he though I was…75 people!  He thought I was 75 years old!!! I informed hm he was more than a decade off (let him go figure that out!).  He said he’d was pretty sure his dad told him that. I’m thinking that kids never get too big to spank…am I right?

    I had mentioned to his uncles earlier in the day that last week I had contemplated getting on the roof to run the metal brush down through the pipes to the wood stoves. We don’t want a chimney fire and it’s time to clean them…it only takes a few minutes.

    I was met with looks of shock and horror and one son threatened to “take my farm away from me”….aren’t kids the silliest things? I did contemplate it but the pitch of the roof was a bit steep for me so I decided to wait for help.  Not sure what the big deal was about that but believe me…it was a BIG DEAL!

    Although most of my sons are well over 6 feet tall their mama is pretty short. I do have to get on ladders quite frequently…..ssshhhh….don’t tell my sons!

    Someday I’ll tell you about the 6’2” son that went streaming past me today with a turkey held high up over his head….Thanksgiving supper to be exact.  I only wish I had a picture….and they worry about their mama?And this one who fussed at me? He never even needs a ladder…he’s been able to climb anything (and I do mean ANYTHING). Since he was about 3 years old….maybe he gets it from me!

    Blessings,

    Cheri

  • Today only!

    It’s one of my favorite weeks of the year! BOGO week with my essential oils of choice!

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    Buy the BOGO box & get all of the BOGOs PLUS FREE Membership for a year!!! Includes two oils not normally available in the US!

    If you are interested in working with someone who will be there for you to teach you how to use your oils and support you in your journey to a more natural, healthy lifestyle then follow this link, https://bit.ly/3fboDWQ and select the BOGO box to purchase your box with 10 oils …5 of them free!…and get a free membership to boot! Be sure to add my name (Cheri Brannon) and this ID number 2246754 when it asks you if you know someone (it should self-populate but you know how technology is sometimes!). That way you’ll work with me and have access to all of our amazing education about oils!

    You’ll not only get all of the BOGOs, you’ll get access to our VIP Tribe – a group of oily friends who offer education, support and community, an invitation to Oil Camp (free!) and MORE! You’ll also get a welcome box from me filled with tons of educational materials, oil samples for camp along with all the bottles, sprayers and rollers you’ll need for oil camp (so much fun and it’s absolutely free!). The box includes a huge reference book with tons of recipes and more…this welcome box is worth over $50!

    I am here to walk with you on this amazing journey, answer your questions and provide you with the education and support you need to make your investment in your health a successful one!

    Be sure to join my BOGO Tribe here https://www.facebook.com/groups/TMHBOGOTribe/ where I will be posting each day to teach you all about these oils, how to use them and more! There will be diffuser recipes, DIY projects and more 

    I’d love for you to become a part of my oily family this week.  The BOGO box with FREE membership only lasts for today – I hope to see you on the other side!

    Now….back to the barn raising going on in the pasture – pics to come tomorrow!

    Blessings,

    Cheri

     

  • Barn Going Up!

    We’ve made some great progress on the new pole barn as my sons have had time to work on things. Side walls went up quickly

    Then the trusses finally arrived.  The cost of wood has gone up 300% locally since March.  Steel trusses were much less expensive than going with wood!

    It was fascinating to watch this and see how my sons worked together to secure each truss and brace it.  They make a great team!

    Then the roof framing began…they knocked this out in a day!

    End walls went up and everything was trimmed and measured for metal which arrives tomorrow!

     

    Once the metal is on,  we can finish off the inside without worrying about weather.  On days when the weather is in our favor, the guys will be working on the hay storage and feeding section that will run along the backside of the barn that faces the mountain ridge.

    They will be building a corral and doing some fencing to divide the field into two and then the cattle can come and enjoy some of this wonderful grass that has been growing here during our warm spell!  It’s been amazing weather for Tennessee this late into November!

    What’s new with y’all?

    Blessings,

    Cheri

  • Soap time again!

    Starting in the morning (Monday, November 2nd) at 8:00 am EST, my little soap shop opens.  It is full to bursting – when we “open the doors” I fully expect soap and salves to explode right out those doors!

    You will find Elijah’s new invention – Seafoam Sprucalyptus Shampoo Bar (sprook-a-lip-tus) made with spruce and eucalyptus essential oils and colored with tons of spirulina!  This shampoo bar has such a clean, fresh scent…I think y’all will love it!

    My Ginger Snap Cookie has a new look – instead of swirling with cinnamon, I’ve swirled with ginger and like it so much more! It almost looks like a yummy custard!

    Of course you will find plenty of Pumpkins Spice and Cinnamon Citrus Swirl on my shelves!

    You’ll also find Head to Heels Peppermint Salve which is made with multiple butters and can literally be used from your head to your heels (my favorite place to use it – my feet!). Your feet will thank you!

    I have several shelves that are packed like this with soaps and salves!

    I am so excited to open my shop tomorrow! I have lifted limits to 5 of any one soap, 10 of the sacks of soap!  I just don’t believe that you can empty my shelves this month! I have fingers crossed that all of you can get exactly what you wanted this month without missing anything!

    I hope you will choose my little shop for some of your holiday needs!  We are all using a ton of soap right now! Please consider choosing my healthy, natural options for family and friends. I truly appreciate your business! As always we mail packages out within 24 – 48 hours.  Everyone should have their boxes by the end of the week!

    Happy shopping!

    Cheri

     

  • At first glance this may look like a mowed patch in this field but look closer! See the stakes? To me – this is about to become a new barn.  I’ve seen the plans my son drew up, his idea of feeding cows in the dry without having to muck a barn, a sheltered milking area, some stalls…do you hear the angels singing?

    When we purchased this farm in 1998, there were two barns on it. One barn, closer to the house, is a bit odd in design. It has an open milking parlor where the cows go up a ramp and then have to back down it again. When you milk…you are standing up but you have to hunch over to reach the udder. It has a huge loft for storing square bales of hay. That loft sits over a multitude of stalls & on the back there is a long “hallway” too short for our tractor to fit in. It was great to store hay in when we square baled & we did milk in it for years but it was so cold during the winter and always very dark.  You can see this barn (we all it the red barn) in the picture beyond my greenhouse. The opening is the long hallway that runs the length of the barn

    Our lower barn sits at the bottom of the hill & is always damp to wet because so much water runs down that hill when it rains (what were they thinking?) The barn is rotting all along the bottom. That barn will be taken down (unless it falls down before we get to it!) and the lumber repurposed. Can you tell it is right at the bottom of a very steep hill?

    Our new pole barn will be small  but very efficient! It only has a couple of stalls in it, because our herd is small.  We have the option of taking two larger open areas and creating two more stalls if we ever had the need. It will have a milking area in it with a cement pad and the wind shouldn’t whistle through it!  There will be a head gate that will serve a dual purpose – milking, first aid, vet checks for treating injuries/illness etc.  (Joy!). My son designed a hay feeding system that I think is pure genius!  Hay is always fed in the dry and cows are fed through a slant panel feeder while remaining outside – no more hay waste and no more mucking the barn!!!

    My son that designed this barn has his own construction company.  He and one of his brothers are building it together! I’m very excited – you’ll be able to follow along on my blog & on instagram (yes I’m attempting to do a better job at instagram). If weather cooperates (which it is NOT at the moment!) This barn should be done in about a month!

    Stay tuned for more!

    Blessings,

    Cheri