Tag: midwest

ABUNDANT SUNSHINE

Look at all this beautiful sky. This is one of the reasons we struggle through the deep grey of winter. Once summer finally pulls the curtain the sky opens up and I feel like I can SEE once again. This is the natural home…

BEAT THE WAITING WITH A STICK

HUNKERING down. Closing one’s eyes and accepting that the weather has turned rotton seems to work for the animals. The rain has come with my least favourite wind.  The Nor’East. Strong. And back in they went the animals. Two by two and three by three…

THE LADY PIG FARMER

I did not set out to be a pig farmer but there you are. Yesterday when I was talking to the man who was going to reverse my trailer into a tight spot, I heard someone else say behind me, in a low voice, to…

THE MUD COME’ITH

The rain has brought forth mud and growth. The good, the bad and the ugly. “Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; …” Shakespeare

SPROUTING GRAINS

The animals and I are all so sick of waiting for the grass to grow! Time to take things in hand and grow our own forage inside (in my shower actually).   I should call this how to feed a farm from your shower!

SPRING STORM

A Winter Storm Watch in the first days of a midwest Spring.  The old people keep telling me anything can happen in March and it happens they are right! 

PLAYING ‘POSSUM

I think we have solved the mystery of the murdered chicken in the loft of the big barn. Boo found a possum in there yesterday evening. And grabbed it!

MORE BIRDS

I READ once that every millionaire has more than one avenue of income. Not putting all her eggs in one basket so to speak. Making a little money from a farm is not too hard but making a PROFIT is near impossible. And laughable…

ORDER

Much of the mantle of being grown-up is trying to establish some kind of order into a fluid and unpredictable, chaotic world. The world is full of streams we thoughtlessly and quite naturally push against. Wind, cold, water, weeds, muddle, mess, dirt, hunger, aging,…

A LITTLE BIT OF THIS

– and a little bit of that. The beach,  the city and then home to the farm. 

CROOKED BOTTOM

I had a chicken catcher visit yesterday. A young man who spent a couple of hours sneaking up on the runaway chickens catching them and returning them to the chicken coop. So to date there is only one (or maybe two) still wandering about…

ONWARD

I had the most refreshing and invigorating discussion with the man who sells my pork. He is on a mission to feed good people good food and get good farmers a paycheck.