Sunday, March 1, 2020

A Little Sunday Walk-about



Meteorological Spring…March 1st…a time of transition and renewal…

It seems appropriate to post a walkabout today after months and months of silence. Turning the calendar page is always a point of reflection, an opportunity for change. While I would like to say that we’re knee-deep in new projects and I’m making great progress on that oft-mentioned book project, we seem to have been stuck in some weird limbo state where we’re just caught waiting…and waiting…  and, quite honestly, I’m not quite certain WHY we are waiting…or for what. We’re just stuck.
first sunrise of 2020

Personally, I would welcome a little transition and renewal, I’ve been mired in my annual February funk, https://barbarawomack.com/february-funk/  This year was complicated by cataract surgeries and continued fibromyalgia issues. https://barbarawomack.com/all-in-your-head/ With surgery/recovery behind me and a new approach to pain, it is definitely time to move on.  I know I’m not the only one who has had struggles, (I saw a friend yesterday who has suffered devastating losses on two separate Februarys) so maybe we can heave a collective sigh of relief and look forward to something new.

Meteorological Spring seems like a good time to embrace that. 
(and, here are a few sunrise shots for good measure)





Not much has happened here on the hill since I last posted. But, then again…much has changed.


this view is pretty much the same as the first time we ever saw this place
way back in March 1997
early morning chore-time is still the same

so is the cat awaiting treats by the back door
this is new
I have a whole entourage when I go to collect packages at the lane
OTIS and Karma always go along
sometimes, Otis even dances!

Winter weather never really materialized. We had one measurable snowfall. ONE (which honestly has me wondering what March will bring…) The rest of the time it’s been wet, really wet and warm(ish).  There have been relatively few brutally cold days, although enough for me (and numerous others) to complain. The woodstove is warm and wonderful, but it means the rest of the house is cold…too cold for comfort. Lured by the warmth and comfort, my productivity tanks. The cat and I have an ongoing struggle to see who gets to claim the recliner. I’m fairly certain Remy will rejoice when warmer weather lures me outside and she can nap in my chair in relative peace and to her heart’s content.
I won! I got the chair!
But, it was a hollow victory...
she sat behind my head and pulled my hair

Pretty snow scenes









But, the mild weather meant that lambing season was far easier than some…no hourly checks in the middle of the night because of frigid temperatures…HURRAH! We did have one disastrous birthing experience where mom and babies were lost…but, that had nothing to do with the weather. These things just happen sometimes. (It has taken 20 years for me to be able to accept that without beating myself up for days afterwards---so, progress)  The rest of the lambs are growing nicely and it even looks like the hay supply might hold out until the grass comes in. Processing dates have been scheduled and we’re already fielding requests for lamb chops.  The farm isn’t done yet!


apparently it happens in every species!

very misty morning

this looks like trouble

oh, the cuteness!

he looks sleepy

little sisters


nitey-night!


The whole down-sizing thing is just plain weird. This was the first February in nearly 15 years that we weren’t rushing to get broiler chicks started in the brooder and making worried phonecalls wondering if the seed potato shipment had gotten lost or frozen somewhere along the way. The seed order was so small it was laughable. (really, we are still laughing) No one seems to understand WHY we chose to change up what we’re doing…or WHAT else we could possibly do… And, frankly, sometimes I wonder myself. WHO am I—are we-- without the Farmers’ Market? Food for thought, much thought, no doubt.
a new project in the works

I wrote some time ago about being mindful of what’s around us…not being so caught up in the doing that we/I overlook what is all around us. https://barbarawomack.com/a-little-mindfulness-walking/  You never know what you might see! And, maybe somewhere along the way we will find our new purpose and direction…
a hawk flew into the front window
(he was okay)

backyard birdwatching
Bluejay

bittersweet

breezy cardinal

full moon through the trees

the deer come to visit most every morning

this time they left a little something behind


heading out to graze at sunrise
(can you believe this was late December?)

frozen rosehips

spent garlic chive seedhead



after he dried off
he flew away
(the chickens were most relieved)

weather coming in at sunset

crescent moon behind the trees

morning glory seeds in the sunlight

muskrat Suzie...or is it Sam? (dating myself here) at the creek

nuthatch

sparrow



titmouse
even the driveway puddles are starting to look like Spring!

So, on this first day of meteorological spring, I hope you can look past the worrisome news, the troubling and divisive times and find something to point you toward transition and renewal as well.


Happy Sunday! 
 
All the best from Gus and Karma!

Thanks for stopping by! I hope you will “visit” us again.



Sunday, November 24, 2019

November 2019 Walkabout


setting sun through the backyard maple

November is nearly over...

Thanksgiving is right around the corner…

and I am running far behind my projected preparations. (oh, so far)

Every year I think THIS November I will focus on my gratitude…THIS year I will make lists and posts of all the things for which I should give thanks…

And, every year something knocks me off course.

This year it was sickness and surgery, neither of which being huge events in themselves, but the combination was enough to make me feel like I have to cram a whole lot into the next several days and completely altered any focus on gratitude. Nose to the grindstone and all that jazz.

But, the “cold-crud” that had us both confined to our respective recliners, hacking and actually missing the Market completely one week (first time ever) has subsided. And, the headache and uncomfortably weird vision issues have resolved (somewhat) following my first cataract surgery. (cataract surgery has come a long way since the days of my grandparents...and while the whole process is strangely unsettling, I'll have to tell you all about it sometime)

So, after those slight detours, I think we're back on track.

Just in time for T'giving prep! (and, I suppose I should give thanks for that)

beginning of another pretty day

Despite my misgivings about the leaves, the colors were spectacular, although short-lived. Here are just a few shots.

the last redbud leaf

fiery maples 

misty autumn morning
more gorgeous color

(not a great shot, but...)
a bald eagle and a red-tailed hawk were flying together in the cloudless November sky
I could hear them screaming long before I saw them right overhead
pretty cool!

mid-air leaf
stuck on a cobweb
spinning in the breeze
burning bush berries
morning glory seed pods in the sunlight

pinecone stuck in the fence

beautiful leaves at the Market


So, now I have four days to focus on providing the family feast that marks the end of the growing season and a time to focus on all the things for which we are grateful.

FOUR days.

Getting all my preparations completed will be a challenge. Focusing on gratitude while doing so…is going to take challenge to a whole new level.

LOTS of history between those two photos

This year is slightly different in that yesterday was not just the final Market day of the season, it was our final Market day ever. Ever. For those who wondered, I don’t think the reality of the finality of that statement has quite sunk in yet.

While it wasn't our greatest season (or even close, for that matter) we did manage to set a personal record for one-day sales and sold every single chicken and lamb we raised. And, yesterday we sold 50 dozen eggs in a little less than 3 hours! All in all, a good season by any measure.






Moving on from the Market changes everything in our lives. Everything. Doing the Market isn’t just about showing up on Saturday morning. It’s a finely tuned choreography of animal husbandry, gathering/washing eggs, planting seeds, harvesting produce, planning for the next season, keeping up with the filing and the bills and countless other things. Any hiccup in the routine has far-reaching effects. Without it, we will have to completely re-define ourselves and our purpose.

The Market may never have been our dream, but it served us well for a lot of years. And, we are truly grateful for that. Customers became our friends and have supported us throughout the years. Our vendor friends feel more like family than our actual relations sometimes. The Market offered opportunities and exposure that we never would have experienced had we not become vendors all those years ago.

Definitely a reason (many reasons) to GIVE THANKS!

A few random views from around the farm...
November sunrise

a hen eyes the last volunteer tomatoes
stormy November skies

some unlikely friends

evening sheep grazing  
requisite sunset shot

doing chores before Market
one last time

There are a whole lot of posts lurking under the surface of the preceding paragraphs. After the holidays I will finally take the opportunity to sit down and write out some of those things that float across the periphery of my brain as I tried to keep up with that farming choreography. 

But for now, you’ll have to excuse me…I have lists to make and food to cook!

Hope you have a Happy Sunday! 

one of my cardinal friends looked right in the kitchen window!


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Here's a blast from the past if you need something to read...