Moving back to the farm has been so great for this family. All the convenience and ease of life we sought moving into the city was a huge let down. We are starting up our life again here. The simple and quiet rhythm here is truly what our hearts long for.
The city was convenient, but here is restful.
The first order of business is preparing the garden for a bountiful crop. Our garden has rested since the great hailstorm of 2014.
My soul is longing for black compost under my nails, dirt on my face and a famer’s tan. The glorious smell of fresh cut basil and bees buzzing around and pollinating the food that will be set upon our table is the kind of therapy I thrive in.
I have in the most nerdy fashion been researching. Some of my favorite resources for gardening are found at Charles Dowding’s No Dig Garden, Roots and Refuge, and MI Gardener.
I have realized through these videos that I have so much the learn about gardening. I think this year is the most researched and planned out growing seasons we’ve had. I mean I am over-flowing with information and am eager to start putting to practice new-to-me principles.
There is something so exhilarating about the first little sprouts pushing through the dark soil and stretching for the sun. Every time I witness this miracle of life I am in awe.
In addition to the garden in its beginnings, we just received our baby chicks! This time around we ordered Easter Eggers and Welsummers from Meyer Hatchery.
They are all being loved on by this family.
Is there anything sweeter than a baby chick chirping and scratching and learning to forage?
Well, perhaps a tiny anything is the most adorable ever.
There are many more dreams and plans being made here. I can’t wait to share them with you.
What are you dreaming of?
So much to report here. First, the hogs are dropped off for processing. *sigh*
I can’t fully explain how relieving it is to say that. The (unnamed) pigs were not my favorite. We have been completely humbled by raising the duo of trouble known only as “girl pig” and “boy pig”. What an experience.
If ever we thought we could build a strong enough fence from free and re purposed materials…we were wrong. If ever we thought pigs were “clean” animals…we were wrong. If ever we thought we could think steps ahead of how they would escape next…they would forget digging and nudging and bust straight through the pen.
Will we ever raise pigs again? Yes. But this time we know all their shenanigans and we’ll be prepared. At least, we think we will be.
As for chickens…ahhhh.
Coyotes have taken six of them this week. I really feel like we failed them. We are in the middle of re enforcing our back fence directly because of this. For now our once free-ranging chickens are locked safely in the coop where those mangy killers can’t get them.
I am still sad about this, though I’m also a bit surprised it took nine months before this became a problem.
Lastly, our Nubien does are pregnant, and will be kidding somewhere between the end of May or June. I cannot wait to have baby goats to love on. I am also looking forward to the abundance of fresh, raw goat’s milk and cheese.
The chickens are currently going through their weird and awkward stages. You remember those right? I’m sure you looked great. I didn’t. They are looking a little funky too. Still cute, but half-developed and fluffier and though they’re girls, they are trying to find their voices. It’s between a squawk and a cheep.
Just a few more months and these little feathery big-footed chick will be a laying some beautiful blue/green eggs. They’re growing so quickly.