Wednesday, May 26, 2010

This one's mostly moaning.

We've been busy around here this spring, but everything I do seems to be tempered by this incessant, infuriating, exasperating WIND. It's not just that it blows my two-year-old over as he helps me with my chores.

It's that the wind is as strong two miles up as it is here on the ground, so the sun rarely gets a chance to peek through the clouds it keeps blowing in. It's not good for my health. Really.

We do what we can to work with it - like kite flying when it's not too strong -

and squeeze every last second out of the minutes that it dies down and the sun comes out.

I've been gardening every chance I get, but sometimes I have too much help, like this little one who is convinced that after I rototill a row, he needs to plow it with his tractor.

He's cute.

And I am finding lots of these little patches of sunflowers sprouting up, thanks to my sunflower house last year.

I'm busy with the animals too. I'm freezing all of my milk in anticipation of soap making, but I haven't even ordered the lye for it yet. The 'lye damage' pictures terrify me. I'll order it tomorrow. I promise.

In the meantime, Cygnus keeps offering to let me milk him if I'll just let him clean up the goat's grain. I haven't taken him up on it yet.

I just let him have the grain.

And those baby chicks that I kept going back and forth on getting came. Lots of them.

My daughter made her first goat milk cheese. (I don't have the energy to go look for the pictures.) It was so successful that she started experimenting with flavors. Some weren't very good (the lemon juice/soy sauce/sesame seed/paprika variety comes to mind), but some were delicious (her fresh chives and garlic one is divine). She also baked her first loaf of bread. Now she wants to sell bread and cheese at the farmer's market. I'm not sure why, since she already has her chihuahua.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

The Little Girl With Responsibilities. - A short story.

Hannah wrote this story and said she didn't mind if I shared it. For some reason, the illustrations are off-limits, but she seemed kind of tickled to have the words 'published'. It rambles in a very 6-year-old way and is inspired (she says) by her life on the farm - which is why the ending surprised me so much.

The Little Girl With Responsibilities.

One day a little girl went out to fetch some eggs but there were no eggs. She didn't realize that the eggs were hiding behind the milk tank, because they let their chickens run free.

She went to milk the cow and found the eggs, but there weren't as many as usual. They only got six or seven eggs. They didn't know winter was coming back. "Why is it snowing?" she asked, "It's supposed to be spring."

The brother came, who had been looking at the news, and he told her that there were going to be more storms. "There will be ten big winds tonight," he said. The brother was taking the dog on a walk and eating a piece of jerky. According to the research, it was a little dog, a tiny chihuahua.

When the girl realized that each cow only had two drops of milk, the mother said "Where is the milk and the eggs, darling? The cat's scratching the couch and the dog's eating the jerky." The kid did not want to go out, but she had to, to get her cat pepper, and her brother's chihuahua, who was biting at snow.

The girl finally realized that it wasn't winter that was taking all of the milk and eggs. It was the zombies.

The end.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

About Mothers.

We're home. I have lots of chores, unpacking, and blogging to do and I realized that today's Mother's Day.

For the past few months, I have wanted to do a lovely, stirring, heartfelt post on this day about the women who have been important in my life, but I have neither the time nor the energy for that.

I'll have to save the post for another time. I wanted to talk about the influence for good that all of my aunts and grandmother had in my life, even though they only saw me once a year for a few days. I wanted to talk about my sisters and the source of strength they've been to me as we've all grown out of our childhood and the mother we had and into the mothers that we want to be. I will, in a future post, talk about a cousin who became a close friend and a motherhood mentor -though she likely doesn't know it - and, randomly, another cousin's wife who has - though she definitely doesn't know it - been one of the best examples for me of a calm and loving mother. I can't forget the midwife who was there when Ains and Gray came into this world and who treated birth like it was a normal, natural part of life and not necessarily a medical event. Then there are those who I've never *really* met - the close group of online friends who were a source of support and information and laughter in this mothering journey, especially when Gray went into the hospital. And all of you, who I've met through blogging (including the two of you who I *have* been lucky enough to meet), who have given me ideas and who let me see the kind of supportive, struggling, empowering, and really fun mothers you are.

Happy Mother's Day to all of you, in the States or outside of the States. Thank you for being a part of my life, and maybe I'll get around to writing that post next year.

Right now I need to be in my garden.

Crossposted on The Napping House.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Family Vacation

We're on vacation right now - heading toward the west coast. I've posted our first day here.

We have a friend taking care of the two big dogs for us and they're also coming by our house to take care of the chickens and my garden starts and keep an eye on the goats, calves, and horses.

I can't believe May is here already.