Faulty thinking: A big scary thunderstorm is coming. This would be a great time to let the chickens out, then put Tanner on a leash and see how he does in the yard with them. Wow, he’s doing really well. Hm, the thunder is getting louder – I should put Tanner in the house so the chickens can roam freely.
Corrected thinking: You know, the chickens might be in danger if it hails. They might not be smart enough to take cover. Okay, I’ll put them back in the coop.
Over-confident thinking: Wow, I totally rocked that. I got all the chickens in the coop so easily!
Reality starts to impinge: Oh no, one of the chickens is outside the coop and doesn’t like being separated from her sisters. I’ll just grab her and put her back.
True awareness of situation: I’m chasing a chicken around and around and around and around and around the chicken coop. Bad words.
Final result: Phew! All the chickens are safe, I think. Oh, maybe I should have counted them…
I was going to write a nice descriptive post about the process of making dandelion wine, and maybe I will. But this weekend was so chock-full of busy-ness and activity that I can’t pull my mind together. I think I can manage a list, though. 🙂 Thank you for your indulgence.
- Weez was home all weekend, which was lovely. Three whole days together, working on the homestead.
- Got over myself and bought started veggie plants from the organic guy at the farmer’s market–tomatoes, basil, dill, lavender, cucumbers, sage.
- We planted potatoes and tomatoes in the driveway, which involved lots of shoveling dirt.
- We put together all the ingredients for this year’s dandelion wine. Hoping the magic will transform the smelly sludge into a potent elixir like it did last year!
- Bottled the Scottish 80 shilling ale from Northern Brewer. Can’t wait to try it out!
- Made huge progress on my Rose Garden Shawl from Jane Austen Knits 2012. Yay, lace knitting! (Or knitting lace, can never keep the two straight. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, count yourself lucky.)
- Weez constructed what I’m calling a chicken patio, putting down tiles along the front side of the coop. Pictures forthcoming.
- Enjoyed life enormously, used my muscles, sweated, lifted, planted, measured, tended, and loved.
I am so grateful for these days. This was our traditional “plant the garden” weekend here in the Berkshires, and it was a marvelous several days in our journey forward through the wheel of the year. I hope your weekend was equally satisfying. Blessings.
I’ve gotten so I have to spend at least one day a month on a farm, and today was that day. I went out to Jenna’s Cold Antler Farm for shearing day. I’m starting to know my way around, know how to find things, get a feel for how to pitch in without being in the way. I get such a charge out of doing simple little things, like carrying water to the chickens and rabbits. This farming thing feeds my soul.
Jenna is like a farming enabler. She’s taking the courageous step of leaving her desk job to make a go of it, farming and writing full-time. If you’ve never checked out her blog, please go give it a whirl. She’s honest and real and inspiring. She doesn’t make farming look all shiny, perfect and Martha Stewart-ish. There is dirt and mud and poop and screwing up. There is also miracle and joy.
We may never have a self-supporting farm. But this life is in my blood, I can feel it. The farming bug skipped a generation in my dad, but it seems to have come out strong in me. So far, we have chickens in the backyard, herbs and veggies and little fruit trees, home brewing and more. We’ll add to it, a piece at a time, finding joy and meaning in this life.