How did it get to be the end of May so quickly? My head is whirling.
On April 7th, the first lamb of this season was born in the midst of a pony-health-care-crisis. Coco returned from the midwest and we moved her 30-year old Fjord pony, Bert, to our farm. In came 10 more lambs & 4 kid goats, but now three. We put the garden in. The barn & coops were mucked. Chicks hatched. Chickens & Angora Goats were sold. Martha went off to med school. The girls came home from college. SJ headed to her summer job as caretaker at a large farm up north, & now, sadly, we’re preparing to send Coco, and Bert, off to a summer job at an Icelandic sheep farm.
We were just discussing the energy and power of the team that we have had the blessed fortune to work amongst these past 8 weeks. We have been a force. Busting through deep-bedded winter stalls, emptying and piling muck and muck and muck into the manure pile, pulling off compost and building raised beds, constructing habitats for various animals here, fiddling with the fiber & pie-business end of our operation, spelling each other while nursing ailing animals, moving livestock to this pasture, then that pasture, then this pasture…
Please don’t fly by, summer. I didn’t even know it was Memorial Day Weekend last weekend except that other people were celebrating it.
Already, we’re up to our eyeballs in upcoming events, Farmers’ Markets, and full-time-pie-production.
Day’s full of animal related dramas occurred, which I am eager to share on a slow news day.
There are very few pauses here, but sharing the farm is a highlight for me. Last week a school bus full of children from a local preschool had arrived for a tour as a part of their unit on “growth.” Our Mother’s Day Weekend Open Farm was a beautiful success and the past few weekends we’ve been loving hosting many guests for private tours or to check out the many babies.
At this moment, we’re eagerly anticipating the arrival of Charlotte Lyons & Meleen Dupre’s Vermont Getaway guests as they fly in from Iowa, North Carolina, Ohio, Florida, Illinois, New York, and everywhere in between. The travelers come together to learn new skills in arts and crafts, explore the area & discover the history and charm of Southern Vermont, eat delicious homemade meals together, and, hurrah!, visit our farm!
There are numerous sponsors who contribute to help welcome the new visitors, and we’re pleased as punch to be able to participate. Getting to know the artists has been a pleasure and honor for us over the past year. New friends that are now old friends, and now new friends again to become acquainted with and learn more about their interests, their lives and the world.
Yesterday I made these adorable pin cushions for the guests:
As any farmer will tell you, it is difficult to get away. It’s not affordable, for one thing, and it’s hard to find good help, for another. So it is with delight that we host interested friends, family and visitors. I can’t imagine it quiet around here. Though there are not enough minutes in the day, there are no regrets.
For me, there is more peace in keeping the rhythm of one of my flock, no matter the work entailed, than keeping up with the pace that our human society, in general, has conjured for itself. When someone asks me, ‘how do you do it? how do you keep up?’, I always answer that as busy as I am with the chores of the farm, I never apologize for the pauses I take in snuggling a newborn lamb or kid-goat, 20 minutes in the field giving Gandalf or Yogi or Maggie a good back-rub and pulling burrs from their fiber, gleefully transporting fuzzy just-hatched chicks from a warm, humming incubator to a new brooder box.
And, I say as Coco delivers a steaming cup of good, strong coffee into my hands right now, one can not say enough about the support of an amazing team.
Thank you, my farm girls. You have been my life blood this past spring.