Change in the air by bear

I knew when I woke up that this day would be different than most. I could smell a change in the winds as it engulfed me during my morning rounds.


The air smelled sweet, almost foreign but oh so familiar.

My best friend was still sleeping, she was tired from a long week at her job. I decided to go out into the yard and do my rounds early today.

The pup got my human up before the first light appeared over the hills. My human opened the door for us and returned to her sleeping area, I never did understand why they are set on sleeping so far from the ground. 

Once my rounds checking the fences were completed I returned inside. Still curious about the lingering change in the air. I ate the kibble my human set down for us and decided to catch a nap before the day begins.


I’ll know when it’s time to get up, that pup of ours is quite loud and obnoxious. She starts running and barking sounding the alarm that the human has risen from her slumber and it was time. 

My brothers, the little one and I proceed with the morning rituals. Slobbering on the face of our human, chasing off any predators and examining loudly to the neighborhood that our human is now awake.  

Once she has dressed in those odd human attire they are so adamant they wear. She starts her truck, boy do I love that truck. I’ve spent most of my life riding in that big grey speed box.

My human calls me to her and I obey, I always obey her. She helps my old fragile bones up into the cab and soon my siblings are loaded as well.  


We make haste and after a short while we arrive to Grandfur-mas house. 

This is the change the wind sent me this morning. A message from my dear friend Hoss, he must’ve known we were coming to visit today. This place is where my Grandfur-ma lives, she’s my humans mother.

I impatiently rush out of the box, I must do rounds here as well. I must confirm the scent message from this morning. This is one of my favorite places in the world to be after all, I might as well make sure we are safe. 


Pretty soon all of my family and friends arrive too. My human takes off with the giant hooved mountain dogs as I am too busy to stay with her.


I meet up with my friend Hoss and now I understand, he wanted to tell me spring has arrived, you can feel it in the air here. Spring is my favorite time of the year, Hoss knows this to be true as well. This is the change, this is what we’ve been waiting for.


AboutLong Ears Farm

My passion for living is baking and creating in the kitchen.
From canning fresh produce and fruit each summer and fall with my grown children to
Flipping thru magazines and trying those impossible dishes.
I always know that I can rely on the old family tried and true recipes.
I have written many cookbooks over the years, _this one_, thisone_ and this one, they have reminded me that I always go back to finding my true self in the kitchen, when I am covered in flour, lost in baking or making the biggest mess ever in the kitchen.
Sometimes my kitchen looks like a tornado hit it! And I have a really small space lol.
Now that the kitche and i have finally found our groove we are able to further the journey with sharing my recipes, thoughts, and kitchen wisdom with the world!
Gone are the days of rushing into the house after a long day at work, and trying to beat Betty Crocker at her own game , tirelessly trying to whip up a nutritious and delicious meal for the family, making it look effortless and taste good too!
Many a night was spent in my work coat cooking dinner, as I had not taken the time to take it off.
Straight to the kitchen , a glass of wine and my favorite casserole dish I went.
I was brought up on a salad, main entree, with a ton of side dishes, and of course a home baked dessert!
You can forge the dessert, it was survival of the fittest for my kids as they grew up.
You had one chance to eat dinner, and if you chose to sit there and pout over the broccoli on your plate, many nights when dinner was over, you went hungry. Ahhh those were the days, the days when parenting was free spirited and fun!
I hope you enjoy what I share with you, and if you ever find yourself looking for a little bit of those tried and true recipes feel free to check out my cookbook, there's something in them for everyone!

There are many things I love about living in the Rockies For instance you can literally jump in the car and get to the mountains within 30 mins. You can also enjoy the semi-arid landscape and we have access to many rivers, lakes and mountain streams.
Homemade jam makes a wonderful food gift all year long. Taking a little more effort and making your gifts from your own kitchen can go a long way in showing someone you care. Not only that, but home canning also gives you control in what’s in every jar. Homemade jam has no preservatives or unnecessary additives and you can create new flavors that you wouldn’t find in the store. These are the reasons I love to make my own homemade jam

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