I am at a loss how to begin this post.
Because it’s mostly about THE END.
The end of the growing season.
The end of lambchop season.
The end of the Market season.
The end...
the end of the pretty roses |
The end is generally bittersweet, but honestly, this year I
am welcoming it. THE END means we are done,
free from the worries and pressures that go along with the season. And, maybe,
just maybe, now that we have reached the end, we can take the chance to reflect,
relax, and re-group during the off season that will give us the ability to face
the future with a positive attitude.
the last pick-up means we deliver some cookies to say THANK YOU! |
The end of the 2017 lambchop crop meant the meat was
processed, packaged and ready for pick-up. So, we traveled to the northern end
of the Valley to retrieve those last lambchops just in time for the last
Market. That made it possible to have our personal best sales total for the
final day of the Market! Now, considering the year we had...to set a record of
any kind was just awesome. It felt so good to finish out such a difficult year
on a high note.
Thanks to all who made that possible!
frost on the gate at sunrise |
Last week’s bitter cold spelled an end to pasture growth as
well as the gardens. While it is possible to just let the gardens go once it
gets cold, the sheep still need to eat. And since the Boss tends to be a bit of
a hay-miser, figuring out where the ewes can graze for a while longer tends to
be a bit of a challenge.
at first I couldn't figure out this strange pattern in the frosty grass... aliens? |
nope, sheep sleeping spots! (you can even see where they had their "morning constitutional") |
This year we decided to try something different.
setting up the new grazing paddock |
Instead of mowing the backyard, the Boss let the ewes graze
it. (they even fertilized!) I mean, if it was good enough for the White House,
surely, it’s good enough for us on the hill.
grazing in the backyard |
Did you know that President Wilson had sheep grazing on the
White House lawn during World War I? I’m not kidding. Read this. I’ve
always thought that was a cool story and a great idea. A little bit of
electro-net and the girls went to work “mowing”. In a couple of days, they have
completely manicured the backyard. (although it is still a toss-up as to who is
more startled when someone walks out the backdoor...us or the sheep)
They have nearly reached THE end of the grass and will be
heading toward their Winter quarters once the Boss completes his annual
barn-cleaning day early in the week.
while I'm on "light-duty" the Boss is feeding the sheep |
While I guess that will mark the end of grazing season...we
will then begin the countdown to Lambchop Crop 2018, because farm-life has no
end. It is the very essence of the cycle of life.
Continuing on with our “end” theme... we can put an end to any type of worry or
concern about my medical issues. When I went to the doc for my first follow-up visit (one more before I
am cleared to return to all my “normal” activities) he read us the pathology
report. Now, honestly I was a little concerned when he prefaced part of it with
“don’t freak out”...but, there was cause for rejoicing in this month of
thankfulness. There had been an area of complex
atypical hyperplasia. Left untreated, this would have had a relatively good
chance of turning into cancer. By taking it out, the potential threat comes to
an end. (and so do any and all worries) The doctor was quite pleased that he had made the decision to remove everything while he had the opportunity. So, I feel better physically and
emotionally.
The weekend meant it was time for the Market...and it is the
END of the Market season. It's also the end of our TWENTIETH season as vendors. (I truly never imagined I would ever be able to say that!)
ready for the final market of the season |
I know I answered the question, “so, are you glad it’s the
end of the season?” about a thousand times. (okay...a hundred...) But, here
goes one more time.
Yes, I AM glad to see the end of the Market season. And, I
was particularly glad to see the end of yesterday’s Market. (I had no idea how
tired and sore I would be after 5 hours of standing/selling) and, NO, we are
not taking off for the beach or the islands...and NO, honestly, I do NOT want
to find an indoor Market for the “off-season”.
Although, the END of Market season isn’t really THE END of
growing/selling either. Like the rest of this life, it is indeed a cycle. Seed
catalogs have begun arriving, so it won’t be long before we’re back to
planting. After a short break, we will be making deliveries to our Winter
customers downtown just like we’ve done for the past 10 years. Because farming is indeed all about the cycle
of life.
And, the work will never end.
Gus and Tess help with morning chores |
However, this is THE END of this post.
Thanks so much for reading!
Hope you’re having a Happy
Sunday!
Come back and “visit” again real soon!
The Boss put together a video montage of photos throughout
the season so that you can visit the Market virtually as well.
I am so pleased that your difficult year has ended on such a high note Barbara. Love and best wishes to you both.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Pat!
DeleteSending love and best wishes right back to you.
Glad you are making a full recovery. We have a small farm in SW France, and so I understand your thoughts about the passing of the seasons!
ReplyDeleteHello, Vera!
DeleteThank you for reading and commenting.
A farm in SW France sounds delightful!
I hope we will have a chance to "visit" again.
Thank you for all the hard work that you all do. We love the wonderful produce, eggs and lamb. Happy Thanksgiving to you and your whole family!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sally!
DeleteYou know we couldn't do this without our wonderful customers. We love and appreciate your support.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
Hello Barbara, so glad your doctor 'removed everything' which will make healing much easier. And once your system rebalances, you'll find that you'll have more energy than before. Yeah, 'end' is a misnomer; merely a 'change' to the next number on the spiral of time. It's the way humans used to live. I think it was a better way. Take care, Happy Thanksgiving. *hugs* Kris
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading, Kris!
ReplyDeleteHappy (belated) Thanksgiving!