Last week we had some freakishly heavy winds — rolling through at well over 75pmh! Heavy winds are not uncommon, however, the heaviest ones typically happen in April. And, while this isn’t actually part of the memoir, this happened months later that same proceeding year. So, we’ll call this: “MEMORY MONDAY!” After we moved into
Farm Happenings
After a short conversation with the neighbor yesterday, I find out a bit more about our property’s history, namely, that a previous owner also made maple syrup from the same trees we now had tapped. I didn’t know it had an owner before the family we bought it from. More curiously though, is that the
For those who have never been in our main woods, let me explain. Our main wooded chunk is about 30 acres. On two property borders, the woods run-into the woods of our neighbors. Both these sides have the remains of a barbed-wire fence right on the property line. On another end, our woods run into
Excerpt from the book Six Kids, Four Months and One Camper : It took us maybe an hour to get everything set-up. By this point, the other two dogs HAD heard Bella’s barking and found their way back. Both dogs were soaking wet from playing in some of the ponds on the property. There
Back in the early years of farming, men did most of the work. That’s the way it’s been for just about 200 years (previous to that, early American settlers both men AND women had to work newly established farms). Roll around to the new agricultural boom of micro-farming and now women do all the work.
Well, it’s done for some people apparently! The other day Erik’s Dad called me up (expect an hour-long conversation) and asked me how our trees were doing. I told him they were fine, that we were glad we tapped early, but the season is going to be a long one! He sounded shocked. Then he
Considering that finally this year I am LEARNING how NOT to be lost in the woods, and considering that somehow my “No Trespassing” signs have all vanished from one end of the property (put up in the fall), I think this memoir snippet is perfect! On a side note, we try to rotate cameras on
Yesterday I went out like I normally do, to feed the animals. And, like most things, I have a certain routine I follow. Feed the dogs (unless I did it early while writing at 5am), feed the chickens, feed the barn animals, feed the horses, then the cows. I had just gone down and fed
“Sailor” was my first horse. Erik picked him out despite my protests that I wanted to wait on getting a horse. I loved Sailor to death, and cried for weeks when I finally sold him. He was an awesome friend, but we got-off on the wrong foot, and would never be able to handle him
It sounds a bit like Lucky Charms cereal, but I’m in no way referring to food. Follow the links . . . it can be taken many different ways, but for the purposes of this blog I am referring to our sermon from yesterday. So, after several weeks of rotating horrible sickness amongst ourselves, we