And It Was Summer...

I've decided that I'm going to be better about posting, and was happy to see that Katy had done an update recently. Since that time, we've had three kids born. Peace surprised us with a sweet buckling who looks exactly like her. As it was earlier than we'd anticipated, we're now wondering if we were precipitate in naming our breeding buck "Disappointment." Maybe he took care of business after all. At any rate, since Peace is not a good milker we have allowed little "Clone" to remain with her and they do make the cutest couple.

A week after Peace kidded, Katy came up from the barn to tell me that Temerity had just given birth to one kid and she thought there might be a second one in the chute. Sam and I raced down to the barn and saw definite signs that she had another one on the way. We waited and in about fifteen minutes, she delivered the second one. They're both does and look exactly alike. Sam was there with me when the last kid was born so he got to see his first birth. He was pretty unmoved. Later that evening when his daddy was home, I said, "Sam, tell Daddy what you saw in the barn today." And he said, very matter-of-factly, "Temerity had a baby come out of her." Sex-ed on the farm. We've separated mother and babies and are bottle feeding the little ones.

I've been so busy this spring that for the most part I've left the garden in Katy's capable hands. The poor germination of seeds this year and a busy travel schedule prevented me from having my annual plant sale, and the seedling crop was underwhelming. Still, I was able to start an herb bed which I'd prepared in the fall, and I planted a few more perennial flowers in the front. The lilacs we planted two summers ago are all well-established now and had a fairly good showing of blooms this year. It looks like our beloved apple tree won't bear anywhere near its usual crop but that just means we'll have to appreciate each fruit that much more than we have in the past years. It seems that when I have time to work outside, mowing is the job that most needs to be done. Where Sam used to always say, "Grandmommy is cleaning." he has changed it to "Grandmommy needs to mow the grass." Yes, Grandmommy certainly does! But we now have a path to the river and if it ever warms up we'll be able to spend some time at the water. And as the summer progresses I'll try to get some mowing done around all the fir trees, as well as keeping up with the yard.

It's Spring! It's Spring!

The farm continues, though blogging has lagged disgracefully. We are all well, thriving, and utterly thankful for the sunshine that promises to last for a week at least. While spring rain is necessary to get us through the summer, it becomes very trying when all one wants to do is dig in the dirt. Fortunately this spring has allowed a number of sunny opportunities for gardening, in between bouts of rain, and I've planted onions, potatoes, and strawberries. The garlic, planted last fall, is flourishing (although I stuck in another handful of cloves because marauding hens had thinned the crop already), and the asparagus, celery, leeks, and herbs overwintered nicely.

The hoophouse also surprised us, since my mother planted several rows of cole crops and then forgot about them all winter. A couple of months ago, I peeked in and was pleased to find an excellent harvest of kale, some broccoli, and a bit of spinach. We've been enjoying them as a welcome fresh addition to our diet, and a preview of the summer's bounty.

Once again I went crazy with the seed order, especially with a new catalogue that tempted me beyond resistance--Baker Creek in Missouri. It's like an art book! So I got more than I intended to, having planned a more modest attempt this year, but hopefully we'll be able to handle it all. Our big problem this year is that our space has been limited. I had the bright idea of moving half the chickens into the garden area to clean it up last fall, with the intention that Bill and I would then butcher them all as soon as they'd done their jobs. Well... they still run free. And the garden is a mud slick. So we have to get creative and squeeze things in where we can. I think it will be fine, but a little inconvenient. Ah well.

The animals are also grateful for the sunshine. The goats are all fat and happy on the green grass, and I'm hoping that health conditions will improve with the summer. No one's been really sick (except Prue, who has chronic issues and has been retired from breeding), but they're all itchy and dandruffy, and a few have rubbed their coats bare in patches. I've ordered some mineral supplements that I expect will help as well.

We brought Faithful, our little black buck, over from the neighbors' house in January, and watched in disbelief as all four does bulldozed him across the pen. The poor thing took refuge under the feeding trough and wouldn't have anything to do with the girls, so we returned him regretfully and got Samson instead. Owing to an eagerness to get rid of the buck goat smell ASAP, he was returned too soon, and Mercy soon proved not to be pregnant. Temerity is, fortunately, and we're pretty sure Peace is too ( though she's so wide naturally that it's hard to tell!), but Mercy will have to wait until the fall when we breed the little girls. So we're looking forward to a slightly less crazy summer with only one milker. Since a human baby is also on the way (due in late October), I'm glad to have the break!