We’ve all been scurrying around lately. Though we’ve enjoyed winter weather in the 70s, the last load of firewood needed cutting and stacking. Certainly, the sound of a chainsaw will forever remind me of my cousin. That builds up emotions. I found myself in the perfect place for emotional outlet. Pulling weeds. Still.
The toddlers “helped” with this. Half of the onions are planted, along with a bit of garlic. Most of a second garden bed has been freed of the entangled, cursed grasses. My hands are blistered, but by golly, we shall have onions and garlic.
We enjoyed some gluten-free pumpkin spice muffins. Pumpkin from the garden taste better, do they not? I have four more gallons to use before the next planting begins. Perhaps we don’t need ten plants this year.
Our ladies (goats) are swelling. There is just nothing more pleasing to me than assisting in the births. It’s so precious. It’s also a gooey mess, but in a wonderful way. We are all excited to have milk again. Last year’s season was cut short. This year we plan on expanding to cheeses and such.
The farm is rearing and ready. I can’t believe it’s still Winter though. Will it ever get cold here? This knitting mama gets robbed of wearing woolins far too much.
How’s your Winter?
Our winter is extremely cold here but getting better. Your children look so happy and productive. Do you have a recipe for the gluten free pumpkin spice muffins?
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