In the whirlwind that is life I forgot to stop and take a moment while the moment was there. So here I am, as I usually find myself, a few days late (ok a few weeks in this case). Labor Day weekend marked one year on the farm. We built in one year what took us three years at our old place. And I can promise you that we are…
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Oh hey there! How has your summer been? Have you had a chance to relax? Visit with family and friends? Do any of your much loved summer activities? It’s been a busy 4 weeks on the farm. The hustle and bustle of summer has carried us through a whirlwind and here I am, sitting in the sunlight on a cool August morning. While our work load certainly hasn’t slowed down…
I’ve been putting off this post for 2 reasons. 1: It’s summer time on the farm. …. Did you read that right? It’s summer on the farm. Honestly, summer is bru-tal! There’s buildings to muck out, there’s the garden to tend to (weeding, reseeding, planting, mulching, fertilizing, picking bugs, harvesting, it’s exhausting), there’s baby animals to tend to, mother animals to properly nourish, and there is always the looming winter,…
Oh hello there. Have you wondered where I’ve been? Well I’m alive and well. Just sitting over here living my double life. Yes, double life. And believe me, it’s a weird sensation. Every morning I wake up, rub the sleep out of my eyes, gulp down some coffee, slap my face and yell “Hurrah!” before running outside in the freezing cold weather wearing nothing but my nightgown and some rubber…
I’ve had a few moments lately where I’ve just looked around and thought “Huh. That can’t be good”. I will admit that as a general rule, we tend to be a bit slow on the reaction time. Like that time when we brought home goats…..and then built the shelter. Or the time the rabbit had babies. And then had more babies 30 days later. You would think that I would…
Let the record show I hate baking cookies. I don’t really know why. Maybe it’s because it’s finicky. Chill the dough? Do I have to? (truth be told I never do). Roll out, drop by the spoonful, cut, shape, roll into a ball, roll in cinnamon sugar. Seriously, leave me alone! But I often crave cookies. Big manly cookies. Cookies the size of my face. And it just so happens…