we moved to the farm on mother’s day two years ago today. what a ride, moving to this very rural rang from my downtown home town. i’ve been telling everyone who asks that this is feeling like a more hopeful spring for me. a more settled spring. i am really grateful for it. the transition hasn’t been easy.
this place is slowly but surely getting a different feel, a different look. getting farm work done with the littles in tow is increasingly, if not easy, than manageable. and while we have more animals this year again, we don’t have any new species of animals, so our learning curves aren’t what they have been.
p. built my 2015 birthday gift a week ago. our very own greenhouse. it’s been great to get all the seedling trays off the washer, dryer and kitchen counters. (i kept them under lights in the basement last year, but given that the basement is exposed cinder block, it was too cold for them).
the hens are adventuring further, closer to the house. being the ‘animaux de compagnie’ that we know and love.
i’m filled with cautious optimism with the brassicas this year. fingers crossed our over-winter veg selection is more interesting this time next year (i won’t lie, if there was an easier way to get organic produce close to home, i’d give the rest of our stock of sub-par beets and carrots and blanched beans to the pigs.)
the bull calves born on the farm last summer have now joined the older bulls. the transition has been pretty smooth.
and i’m finding more ways for us to do the things i love.