Wow! Another month has flown by since the last posting. I’ve definitely gotten out of the habit. I also wanted to take some time off of the internet, as it can impact the way one shapes their life – and I’d assume more reality once in a while. I’ve stuck with mostly photo’s (less words) on social media. More words to human faces. It’s been a good season. It’s also rejuvenated me to start again sharing my life here more. A season of rest is a good thing.
In an effort to start somewhere, not knowing where that will be, I will start with sharing my today.
This morning we started with typical all-kids-piled-in-our-bed snuggles, followed by blueberry muffins Adyn had made from scratch. Then on to chores; later, schooling. This morning we decided to wean our 3 lambs (6 & 7 weeks, respectively) from the bottle. They now spend their days with the big sheep, and are ready to graduate more fully. By next Tuesday, our ewe lamb will live with the big girls; the boys in the hill pasture. Segregation is a part of these fuzzy lives at this point in maturity.
As Kendra and I were leaving to art class, Adyn came and let us know that Scarlet had – at long last! – birthed a healthy baby boy out in the side field under the shady trees. On a farm you’ve just got to be flexible. Decked in our “town clothes” (don’t laugh, we have town clothes), we left the AC on in the car and went out to check on the two. Scarlet looked great. Baby needed a snip, dip, and Mama strip. We left Adyn in charge to monitor feedings and placenta delivery.
Oh the irony that we thought we were done bottle feeding this morning.
With a freezer full of milk, we’ll be able to use both Scarlet & Willow’s for the family after she shares her colostrum with the wee one. More cheese.
This does leave us, however, one head over our chosen limit of sheep. We’ll decide soon on Marley’s retirement plan and/or upping our goal for filling the freezer. Marley has shown slight improvement in the last week and a half (we’ve battled keeping weight on her for a year and a half – she’s a heavy, heavy producer and it gets the better of her) as we’ve had one last idea to try and have been working on. We may keep her through the milking season (or not). Especially now that we have American Guinea Hogs coming early next week that would love the deliciousness. We are thrilled to add bacon to our homestead meats again! It’s feeling so much more well-rounded these days. Especially knowing we’ll have duck & goose joining the lamb in the freezer soon. Our chicken still comes from a farmer friend who raises it cheaper than we can.
We’re flooded in eggs right now. Yesterday we got our first quail egg from the new hatch of girls. Today they multiplied. The goose egg basket is over-flowing. Chickens are being generous. The nettles and other spring greens are in full-swing. I feel healthy these days.
It helps (feeling healthy) that this weekend I walked miles. Miles, I tell you. For anyone that knows me, I don’t walk. It’s the weirdest thing in the world to me, and I’d rather be digging, hiking, hoe-ing, shoveling, exploring, planting, picking… well, just about anything other than “organized exercise.” But this was different. At the WSFB Leadership Conference, a fun fellow put together a Scavenger Hunt throughout a several-block radius of the hotel in Wenatchee we were staying at. And this was no normal hunt. It was ridiculous. And hard. I’d show you the blisters, but I don’t want you to get vomit in your keyboard. I’ll spare you the clean up. It was fantastic – and I felt really motivated to stay particularly on task with not letting my body just flop apart as I grow, grow, grow!
I’ve still been in a bit of denial. I can’t wait to feel this little one move inside me. Now and then I think I feel something, then remind myself that my digestive system has always been like a volcano looking to erupt. Only it never does. It just rumbles and grumbles like an old crotchety rocking chair, reminding me of it’s presence and control of my humiliation level. All. The. Time. More so in quiet moments. Always when I wish it wouldn’t. Story of my life. Probably not the baby. Yet. A home doppler this round has made for every few nightly fun for the family!
I’ve been purging like mad. Our home life has become too easy since we decided to let things go several years ago now. I’d recommend it. The more we give, the more we receive. <chuckle> And so 3 more boxes of clothes left the family closet today. We can’t seem to keep to a minimum, and yet hardly ever buy. I love it. Swapping and sharing, hand-me-downs and re-gifting. Never in need for long. It’s a good way to live.
Late to art class due to Scarlet’s lovely addition to the farm, we stopped by to drop off a birthday gift for her instructor. The other student had also not been able to show up, so we encouraged her to take the afternoon off, and left for errands and a girlie coffee date. They’ll be back at it next week. Working clay and making pottery. I love how they continue to work all different mediums with their minds and hands. I love how personal her classes are. How intimate and bonding they’ve been. How much Kendra can grow and blossom in it.
For those who hadn’t heard, Kendra submitted her first art piece to a high school level, agricultural Art Contest. She won first place! It was displayed over this past weekend, many asking to purchase it. She did end up selling it to the Farm Bureau to frame and display in their state office in Lacey. In November, it will be auctioned off to benefit young farmers & ranchers. Prints are available for sale. She is working on designing an online store to launch shortly. We are beyond proud of her. She has now also opened a banking account. It’s awesome to see her success and potential future in a field she adores.
As I type, a couple are on motorcycles running the track and yards. Scott’s hard at work moving a hot tub we’ve added for fun. Flynn is decked out in an apron and painting on an easel on the porch. The sun is just setting leaving beautiful light. Flynn’s playhouse solar lights are starting to pop on. The hammock is looking awfully inviting swaying in the warm breeze. So, so, so thankful for this quiet season. This moment.