Bye Bye Amanda

While Godot watches over Mrs Flowers as she sits on her eggs. Mr Flowers swans about the garden eating zucchini flowers or sleeping on the front door step watching us through the window. He is a magnificent bird. And so tame.

Amanda drives home to Texas today and her car bears the marks of frequent peacock roostings. I asked her what she will remember about  her stay and after a moment  of thinking she said the lack of waste. Everything is reused, composted or fed to an animal.  What an interestig answer. Every person who comes to stay on the farm (and there are many – all are welcome) takes away a different thread from the tangle that is our farm. Every part is interwoven and it always interests me what comes into focus for a person. heritage raspberry

We will miss Amanda. She is an intelligent woman – I do like an intelligent woman.  I will miss our talks.

Tomoyo is here for another ten days though so I am not alone yet.

Yesterday while Amanda planted the twelve new raspberry canes, gumboots

Tomoyo began to dig the potatoes and I think we may have quite a crop under there.

The sick piglet has perked right up. Perked up enough to lead an escape into the Yards where the dairy cows were standing.  Ton tried to herd them back out and Boo was exceptionally well behaved and just lay and watched them, touching noses with a giggling piglet as she shot past.  I got them all back in their run then as I was milking later  -there they were back at the door watching the goings on. Poppy was deeply unconcerned and slept under the tree weeds as her children wreaked havoc with my cows. And OH HOW THEY LOVE rolling in Cow manure – even at that early age.

So now they are all locked back up in their  pen  until they are too big to fit through the holes in the pig panels. Tomorrow I will open up the barn so they can run about in there instead. Chasing chickens is their favourite.

Tima must have been just hot the day before yesterday because now she is fine.

The calves are doing well, though Little is feeling very little and sank onto his bed with relief when I brought him in for the night. That Naomi does like to play and Little is only Little.

I hope you have a lovely day.

Your friend on the farm,

celi

 

35 responses to “Bye Bye Amanda”

  1. You have touched on something that I have suspected since beginning to read this blog, something that I know personally even though I have not visited in person…sharing lives and stories and laughter with friends changes the world and you are doing your part to be directly in the middle of all that change.

  2. Thank you for bringing Amanda and her perceptive mind and observant eye into our lives.
    I would pay hard cash to see footage of a giggling piggly shooting past a well-behaved Boo, but I don’t suppose they’d hold still for their take, Mr De Mille.
    Glad Poorly Piglet is back to his normal rambunctious self and that all is well in the Farmy.
    I have a rotten cough and heaps to do, a big bakery order to do tomorrow when I’d so much rather tuck myself up in bed. A breath of fresh Farmy air is what I need….

  3. Oh, taters! Always wonder what I will find under those plants–spuds, or nothingness. Hi, you! I love the lack of waste…and that you inspire others to find a way to put that into place in their niches.

  4. Zero waste … I wish, well done 🙂 Safe travels back home Amanda, I’m sure you will return. Smooth sailing this weekend you C and the farmy. Laura

  5. hehehe… how one can be ‘deeply unconcerned’ is a mystery to me but the best is touching noses with a giggling piglet… I’m with Kate on that one and would pay good money to see one such go shooting past… Ah dear, I feel so blessed having been directed to your blog, Ms C — you never fail to make me smile or, even better, actually chuckle as a first each morning activity.
    Yes, it’s true, we do live in a throw-away society. I still rinse out and re-use plastic bags, re-use foil that isn’t too mangled, boxes — well, all manner of re-useables that most people seem to toss out. I can’t say I go as far as you do, in your use of corn cobs to make a soup from (that’s ingenious!), or vegee trailings to feed a menagerie, but then I don’t own a menagerie that needs feeding. So I suppose, like most everything else, we are all at different stages of the throw-away society and age seems to play a factor as to what degree we fall into. My experience has been that youngsters are more likely to toss everything out, but that may actually be a result of environment instead of age. In any event, we can all learn from your experience. Thanks for showing the way….and hope you have a lovely day too! ~ Mame 🙂

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