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Happy Mice are Running Mice

May 22, 2014

I read the funniest article yesterday about an experiment performed on wild mice and other rodents, an experiment to answer the question about whether these creatures would exercise at will, given the alternative of freedom. (I did not realize this was a burning question in the scientific community, but what do I know?) You understand what I mean, right? Do mice traditionally run on treadmills just because they have to, given their laboratory setting, because they have nowhere else to go, like the proverbial hamster wheels? Or do they run for pleasure?

mice like to run too
I am trying so hard to stop eating tortilla chips at every meal of every day of my life. It’s gonna be a process. Salted cucumbers are a decent stand in. Light a candle for me.

I bet you see where this is going. Because had the test results pointed to LAZY MICE, I would not bother to share it with you.

Well, friends, the mice ran. They ran their little mouse hearts out! The treadmills were positioned in open fields, near well populated forests, and the undomesticated little sweeties had every opportunity in the world to do anything else they wanted to do. Like, forage for example. Or sleep. They could have had mouse-battles with sweet bowstaffs. They could do anything besides run, but over and over again they chose the tiny mouse treadmill. The scientific consensus was that the mice literally ran for pleasure.

Bam. There, it’s official. Running is fun!

Honestly I wish all my friends and loved ones could feel the deep and lasting high I am always talking about. After a while it’s like your bones are literally glowing. But running might not be for everyone. The thing is, is (hi Jon!) that you don’t absolutely hafta run to be happy or healthy. But to be happy and healthy you do have to find something physical to do on a regular basis. Find activities that get you gross-sweaty and also help you bliss out, then do them over and over again. See where that leads you.

As for the running-addicted mice, I just want to know how they figured out the myriad settings on the treadmill. Because WOW those machines are too complicated!

Be like mice and run happy.
XOXOXOXO

 

 

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Friday 5 at the Farm: Upcoming Projects

May 16, 2014

Happy Friday! Man, you guys, there are so many wild, love-blown, vastly more important things I crave to talk to you about than what projects I’m doing at the farm. So many prayers, miracles, hopes, and worries that need to be named and celebrated. I mean, obviously the worries don’t need to be celebrated; but the conquering of them does. Life is amazing, and the elasticity of time is blowing my mind lately. Einstein had it goin’ on. Anyway.

hammock time

Resting in promises comes more easily some days than others. But I always build up so much energy when I finally do. Keeping my eyes on the light, not the shadows, recharges me.

These important life things I crave to discuss need to simmer a while longer. Maybe forever, I don’t know yet. In the mean time your prayers are appreciated. And let me just say I have recently been reminded that praying is a lot more powerful than just hoping. They compliment each other, but they are not substitutes for each other. I’m great at hoping and imagining good things (kind of an expert). Praying? I could do a lot better. I’ve grown a bit too passive in my day-to-day peacefulness. That’s changing. Anyway.

On to Friday 5 at the Farm.

My personal calendar is about to switch over from spring to summer, and I see fun projects all around me.  Such variety, too! Here is a round up of five worthwhile shenanigans I have up my sleeve:

Book Page Wall…

I’m thinking this will become the new wall treatment for my colorful little kitchen pantry. Last year in New Orleans I bought an old paperback copy of Julia Child’s first cook book, and the pages are the perfect yellowishness and flatness. My idea is to layer those pages first, like you see here, then start adding old family recipes on top, in frames. Really excited for this!

(source via pinterest)
 

 

Farmer’s Market Display…

I’m a far cry from selling produce constantly, but very soon there will be farm fresh herbs, eggs, mixed greens, and veggies available for sale at the Lazy W. Also some llama manure and chicken litter. So… why not? It’s adorable, anyway. “If you build it they will come,” and all.

 

f5 veggie stand

Gold-Dipped Glass…

If anyone ever submits my name to a television show about hoarding, it might be due to my glass collection. Mason jars, cheap florist vases, salad dressing carafes, Mexican soda bottles, you name it. I experience physical discomfort at the thought of discarding a shapely piece of glass. This, coupled with my renewed interest in all things glittery and gleaming, might make for a summer afternoon of gold dipping.

f5 gold vases

New Bees Arriving…

In the next couple of weeks I’ll bring home our new bee colonies! There is prep work to do, and I am so excited. I almost backed out of it this spring but have decided to buckle down and learn what I don’t know. It’s so worth it!

f5 honey sweet

Long Run!

Oh, friends. The marathon. Such a great experience! Then it was over. I ran very lightly the week following it, then I let life funnel my energy elsewhere for a couple of weeks, grabbing two or three miles or maybe some time on the elliptical machine  when I could. Now this week I am crawling my way back to a nice, steady trail routine. I feel amazing. Running is the best! This weekend and next week I have penciled in some 10-15 mile adventures (maybe more) that really have my heart singing! So… pasta!

f5 carbs

 

So that’s what’s up in my world. Also, if you’re interested, I’ve done a fair amount of reading lately and have so many books to tell you about. The garden is really taking off, too. It’s that time of year when I could stay outside for eighteen hours straight.

Now please tell me about you!

  • What crafty projects do you have planned this month?
  • What really difficult challenges have you almost abandoned, then decided to accept?
  • What are your reading?
  • Where do you run?
  • Tell me your thoughts on prayers and hopes and how they are related.

Happy Friday, friends! Thanks so much for stopping in.

“Live in the sunshine, swim in the sea, drink the wild air.”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
XOXOXOXO

 

 

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(almost) wordless wednesday

May 14, 2014

Yesterday afternoon while brushing Chanta I sat down in the grass. He let me stroke his long, sturdy legs. He snuffled the top of my head and knocked my cheap sunglasses to the ground. I leaned against the meat of his forearm, passenger side. Then, exhausted from the morning, I laid down on the grass, flat on my back, still holding his brushes. He look me square in the eyes and exhaled all of his sweet, grassy horse breath on me then swung that massive head to the left.

chanta in sun edited

He started crunching the grass all around the edges of my limp body. He could have walked away, grazing the full expanse of the front yard and vegetable garden area, but he stayed with me. Munching and breathing around me. Almost beneath me, tickling my ribs and moving my legs out of the way if they covered a little patch of sweet clover. My hair sprawled out on the ground was in danger of being mistaken for hay. I wondered if Chanta was trying on purpose to make me laugh and thought for a while about anthropomorphism then felt sad for people who don’t know animals are emotional creatures.

The sky behind him was both blue and gray, quilted with brilliant clouds and warm with the sun. The farm was sleepy, full of birdsong and buffalo chuffing, peaceful.

I know the truth about some things that I can’t articulate. Sometimes I allow fear and grief to drain me, but Love always sweeps in and fills me back up. The storms always calm, and the sky always returns to it gray-blue brilliance.

XOXOXOXO

 

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On Writing, by Stephen King (book review)

May 12, 2014

My love affair with Stephen King started years before it should have, depending on your perspective. I read my Dad’s copies of his novels when other girls my age were sneaking around with Judy Blume, but we’ve discussed this already, right? With Pamela Ribon? I thought so. One particularly formative reading scene was in a bathtub and  involved a loofah glove. All these years later, I can’t remember the title that held it, but I must have read those paragraphs eight or nine times trying to understand.

Then in my tumultuous college years King and I took a break so I could read Dean Koontz and eat my weight in pecan praline candies, individually wrapped. (In those days I was a waitress at El Chico in Shepherd Mall and spent at least a third of my tips on those luscious sugary things they sold at the register. To this day I cannot see a Dean Koontz paperback without craving a pecan praline.) But King was always there, always frightening and tantalizing me, always marveling me at his use of words and ideas. Of large-scale storytelling and mold-shattering imagination. For this reader there is no one like him. My love for fiction and my appetite for strong language (not just profanity, mind you, but truly strong communication) are owed in large part to him.

Over the next decade and a half I forgot then remembered again how much fun it is to play with words and how important it is to articulate your life experience. Fast forward to present day, albeit several years after On Writing was published. When I heard that the narrator of my adolescence had penned a non-fiction book about my favorite pastime, well, I was stoked. It’s the excitement a fledgling magician might feel to hear of a how-to book written by Chriss Angel. You mean he’s telling us how it’s done? Sign me up!

On Writing by Stephen King
On Writing by Stephen King

King calls On Writing, “a memoir of the craft.” Its 248 pages offer equal parts wisdom and inspiration by telling the story of King’s own life and evolving career. Truly, you guys, I loved every page. I just polished it off on this rainy Monday afternoon, and my mind is reeling. He covers the creative process, how to capture original ideas and soak in genuine inspiration, his thoughts on rewriting and editing, good tips on how to approach agents and publishers with professionalism, just a million great topics!

Her poem made me feel that I wasn’t alone in my belief that good writing can be simultaneously intoxicating and idea-driven. ~said of his future wife Tabitha during college

As if all that isn’t enough, the end of the book is a three page list of suggested reading. King is a big believer that in order to write well you must first have read well. Stay tuned for a posted list. I’d love to know how much of it all my friends have tackled.

Being swept away by a combination of great story and great writing- of being flattened, in fact- is part of every writer’s necessary formation. You cannot hope to sweep someone else away by the force of your writing until it has been done to you.

I could retell this stuff in my amateur ways all week long, but you need the original magic. If you are passionate about writing and receptive to the voice of experience, please find a copy of On Writing and dive in. Not only will you glean lots of expertise; you will thoroughly enjoy King’s intimate, first-person, purposeful conversation voice. It was transporting.

For now, could we discuss some things, you and me?

  • How many books do you read per year, and how do you distribute your reading time? King reads between 70-80 per year, mostly fiction. He makes no apologies for indulging, and I love that.
  • When you write, how often do you seek input from others? Have you heard of the tenet to write with the door closed, rewrite with it open? What do you think?
  • Do you have an “Ideal Reader?” Please tell me about him or her.
  • What’s you favorite Stephen King novel? Talk to me about its movie translation, if there is one.
  • Where do you write best? In what room or physical setting? On what surface? With ink or a keyboard? I need to know these things. King talks about his writing desks a little, and I found it fascinating.
  • Have you ever taken a writing class or attended a writing workshop? If so, how valuable were they?

I feel particularly fresh and flavorful to have studied this memoir just as summer is beginning. Time to write! Time to read even more so I can write better. I hope you join the fun.

“If you can do it for joy, you can do it forever.” 
~Stephen King
XOXOXOXO

 

 

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I Could Have Told Them

May 8, 2014

A few days ago, funny timing really, I read an article about the exchange of cells between mother and child. Somehow scientists have demonstrated that  little bits of the child stay with the mother, deep in her brain, long after birth. Actual cells. Microscopic but very real physical remnants of her offspring are hidden away in her body, protected and preserved forever in the deep and mysterious folds of her brain. The amniotic connection may end shortly after birth, but the real connection lasts forever.

I could have told them that. I could have told them, albeit without the autopsy, that she never lives a day of her life without thinking of  her children and wishing desperately for them to know her thoughts. Feeling them like slender ghosts in her arms. Hearing their clear, sweet voices or smelling their sunshiny hair, counting their pearly teeth. That no matter how she manages to fill her expansive days (out of desperation, never preference), nothing compares to time with them and no worldly peace measures up to knowing they are safe and happy.

fourteen years and a lifetime ago
fourteen years and a lifetime ago

I am so glad science now knows that the mother and child are never really separated. But I could have told them.

XOXOXOXO

 

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