3 Bags Full

Last January was rocky, and regularly unpleasant.  The start of 2012, by comparison has been as light and easy as the fluffy sheep who are my temporary charges. Our family has taken up with the Bourgeois, who own Philosopher’s Wool in beautiful Inverhuron.  We are…

Snaps

This summer brought us our first nephew, Kieran.  Here we are happily making total fools of ourselves trying to keep him from fussing: We canoed lots, but never enough: Scott also got to join Tim and the Cut Down Crew on a hunting excursion.  Our…

Returned

We are back from beautiful Montreal.  It was, as usual, a very well run convention.  Saw old friends, made new friends, and ate our way across the city.  TriExpress served us up sushi I had never even seen the likes of before; Eggspectations, while a…

Wrapping Up

It’s that time of year.  Chickens are long gone.  Pigs have gone to the butcher.  Turkeys went this morning and come back from the processor tonight.  [Pick up is 8pm, for those who have reservations!]  While I will miss my giant white lawn ornaments, I…

Little Bits

There have been so many blessings this summer.   Delicious dinners at the Harbour Street Brasserie, where we get to play dress up like adults and enjoy perfection on a plate. Tiring out the children with sunshine.  Happiness induced exhaustion. Paddling in our Bananas Gorilla…

The Little Gardeners

“Hi diddle diddle, we’re full as a fiddle of things that come out of the ground.  What we plant in the spring, we pick in the fall, and put up in jars and eat it all when the snow comes falllllling down.” (Repeat off key,…

Clouds

Our chickens look like giant clouds of feathers.  They go for processing on the 4th: anyone local interested in some Duncan Chicken is welcome to shoot me an email to: twwly@mac.com  They come chilled and vac pac’d and must be picked up the day of…

The Other Side

I always try to write about how great things are.  This is because they are really great, I mean the scheme of cares in the world, I’m coming out on top,  but also because I really hate whining.  I know a lot of people are…

Morning Time

Wake up.  Throw on jeans, boots, jacket.  Chicks: feed, water.  Layers: feed, water.  Pigs: feed, water.  Goats: hay, water.  Rabbits/Pheasants: feed, water.  Water greenhouse transplants.  Leave crusty boots by front door.  Change children out of pond water logged pajamas.  Children: dry clothes, feed, water.  Mommy…

He Rides

  Also, the pigs have come.  They are Berkshire/Tamworth, the black one is female, the other are male.  This is what happens when you have two artistic, non-farmers pick out piglets: “Hmmm, I think I like the spotted ones!”  Yup.  That’s us. Last years’ pigs…