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.
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.