A Grand Lady

A Grand Lady

This week we are waving our last goodbyes to a grand old lady.  I’m not so sure about the last goodbye part–she will live on in the lives of those of us left behind–goodbyes are messy like that.  I don’t know that it’s right to think of...
Wealthy us

Wealthy us

It’s a gray, yucky day here on the farm.  We’re ready for some liquid sunshine in the form of the cod liver pills we take through the winter.  There’s a nasty cold (maybe flu?) going around, closing schools (except for those fortunate children who...
Fall

Fall

It’s safe to say fall is here.  We’ve been busy beavers.  The boys have been thinning the sparrow population.  These nuisance birds flock together in the fall–one sure sign winter is on its way.  About this time of year they begin to prefer the barn...
Master of his trade

Master of his trade

I had a great privilage yesterday.  I watched a master at his trade.  Since we started this business in earnest (as opposed to the hobby farming we did for years), I’ve had to catch and handle my share of chickens.  It isn’t always easy.  Especially when...
Food, Glorious Food

Food, Glorious Food

Food, glorious food…”  That’s one of 3 yr. old Rachel’s favorite little song lines (from Ice Age 2).  I thought of it last night as I browsed through the garden and then made dinner from my finds.  The potatoes came from a neighbor, but the...