As October draws to a close we are getting ready to get on the road again. This time to Salt Lake City, Utah. We will be heading down to the South Towne Expo Center for the Self Reliance Expo on Nov. 5th and 6th We will be baking bread again and are thinking about having coffee for those that stop by and say 'hi!' to us.
It seems so crazy that this year has gone by so fast that we are already looking forward to the holiday season. Thanksgiving (yum!) and Christmas (family time!) is FAST approaching. We've done a lot this year and are looking forward to the hard work next year. I know this Expo is going to be so much fun, and I can't wait to meet everyone we can while we are there. See all you down in Utah soon! Take care and God, Bless!
Friday, October 29, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Hitting the ground running!
Well, we met our deadline to get the store up and running by last Friday! It's such a relief to load the new pages and let them do their thing knowing that everything is secure. This has been a long stressful process, but having an attractive and functional website is a blessing that we are happy to have completed. Updates are always a must to keep it looking fresh but this is a good thing. So I hope now to just finish all the loose ends up and it's smooth sailing from here. I feel like we've hit the ground running!
Monday, October 18, 2010
GrainMaker.com
Well,
Calls are picking up and we are making headway on getting our site updated and our shopping cart back online for secure orders for credit cards. It's been a trial moving our website in house, bumps in the road and everything, but ultimately we have total control and instant access to changes we want done. It's a process getting the ball rolling, but in the end it will be wonderful having complete creative control and open communication with the woman sitting there making the changes. Hopefully things will all be working by the end of the week. That's our Goal. We want our customer to feel good about talking to us and ordering from us in any way they feel most comfortable. We happy to help anyone with any question or concern that they may have at any point in their purchase or decision making process. Take care and God Bless!
Calls are picking up and we are making headway on getting our site updated and our shopping cart back online for secure orders for credit cards. It's been a trial moving our website in house, bumps in the road and everything, but ultimately we have total control and instant access to changes we want done. It's a process getting the ball rolling, but in the end it will be wonderful having complete creative control and open communication with the woman sitting there making the changes. Hopefully things will all be working by the end of the week. That's our Goal. We want our customer to feel good about talking to us and ordering from us in any way they feel most comfortable. We happy to help anyone with any question or concern that they may have at any point in their purchase or decision making process. Take care and God Bless!
Monday, October 11, 2010
Autumn Harvest Ode ~ For the love of the Golden Fall.
October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came -
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.
~George Cooper
The leaves by hundreds came -
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.
~George Cooper
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,--
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,--
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
~John Keats
Monday, October 4, 2010
Heading Home!
Well,
It is Monday October 4th and we are our way home to Montana! The
weather is good today after a lot of rain. We had a good time, but it
will be nice to be home.
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