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Helpers
Yesterday John’s little nephew arrived just after the milking, so Berit and I loaded the hay on the hay rack and they sat on it as I drove the tractor, pulling the hay rack, all the way to the old barn. Everyone needs a ride on the hay. It is actually a peaceful exercise chugging slowly through the landscape.…
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That kind of cold
Miss c’s almanac says; get ready for another cold winter. Bad cold. I know it is summer and we are just beginning to harvest, and the last thing we want to think about is the winter. But if you live a simple old fashioned farm life like we do we are always thinking about the winter.…
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I had so much to say
But now that I sit down to write, I find nothing but air in my head. And very little of any value in my camera either. Isn’t that funny. I was so sure I took more shots but I must have been framing them in my mind as I was talking to all those little voices…
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Hippo – Piggo- Mus
Sheila was napping in the newly filled wallow. I was afraid she might drown. So I gave her a brick and she wedged her head in behind it and went fast asleep. Not Poppy though. Poppy is never still for long. Our opportunist hay cutting gave us 41 bales of perfect hay. How many is…
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Well done
One of the downsides of working alone on the farm is that there is no one to say Well Done. Our John comes home so late and leaves so early he simply does not see what I do. (So I am lucky that I have you – The Fellowship is laden with people, women and men alike,…
The Kitchen's Garden 