And YES. The capitals DO mean I am shrieking! I was outside yesterday in big jacket, wooly scarf big socks – the works. Can someone please tell the rain gods that it is May now and it is time to warm up so the vegetables can grow and I can wear less than three layers.
The bad news is that my sister left yesterday (leaving behind a much tidier and more organised working space for me and lots of memories for us both) and the good news is that my new Farmers in Residence had dinner on the table (minestrone) when I came in from the milking and everything was cleaned up and put away and wiped down by 6.30. Unheard of!
The girls especially loved picking vegetables from the gardens for their soup made with home made chicken stock and eaten with freshly baked bread.
One of the hardest parts of being a woman farmer is that I am the chief cook and bottle washer too, so getting help on the farm AND in the kitchen is an enormous bonus.
Since we were all done early (everyone had gone to their rooms except for me by 7pm so things were quiet fast) I had plenty of time to write to you and look at some of your blogs and have a little sit down before going out to cover the tomatoes because of a very cold night. Yes, that cold – only a few degrees above freezing. In MAY.
Once again I ask. Why is it so cold? My gardens need warmth to grow, though the greens this year are magnificent. And the cows are loving it. But I need warmth too.