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. 
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, 
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
The Kitchen's Garden 
35 responses to “Bye Bye Amanda”
I love that people are coming to stay with you and learn by doing!
For some reason, I didn’t receive this blog until now. I figured you were super busy or something was wrong. And here I see others have posted in the early early a.m. I’m a bit worried about Boo. I know the antibiotics are working, but it isn’t like him to not chase the piglet. Unless he is (sadly) maturing.
Good luck to Amanda-and safe trip back to Texas. That is a trek! Hope she has an a/c car! She is quite an extraordinary woman.
I agree that Boo is not his normal self yet. He sleeps a lot but still leaps tall buildings on request.. c
Digging potatoes was always one of my favorite chores. Like looking for buried treasure.
I think we have hit the mother lode too!! yay. I love potatoes.. c
But it is not the first time you planted and have potatoes, is it? – When I was a little girl we were invited by “our” farmer of the village to harvest potatoes with them. We had a lot of fun. At the end, after all the work had been done, there was a nice and lovely custom to collect all the potatoe green (what was dry and brown of course) put it to piles and in the evening at dusk we started a big “potatoe fire” as we called it. Every participant of the great work was to put some (naked – there was no aluminum foil then) potatoes into the fire, we sang old songs while the potatoes cooked. Later we grabbed them out of the ashes, cleaned them just a bit with our fingers and ate them fresh out of our hands with a deep content and comfortable feeling. The smell of that night was beyond comparison. Never forget that.
That is a beautiful memory Irmi.. just beautiful – thank you for that.. c
🙂 – Good morning to you!
Although we know about Amanda just through you, your reporting and even some pictures, I think we’ve got a very special impression of her being and her presence at the Farmy. I feel that she also left her footprint as Fede did, but on her very own way. And that has even an impact to us readers or onlookers imho. I take from her a very balanced, sensitive and a friendly image. – I wish her all well!
Bye bye Amanda, I’m sure she will be missed. A great answer! She would say the same here too! I’m so proud of my recycling 😄 happy days
Lovely potatoes and good news abot the little piggy 🙂