Well it’s been a while, hasn’t it? At least for the blog. My apologies, as all of my writing energy has been fervently drilled into this book I am working on. I’ve never worked on something so incredibly personal and important to me, and every sentence means more than it should. It’s made writing more of a stressful and beautiful experience, but the days of mindlessly sharing everything happening here seem to be at a pause. If you’re hankering for daily farm news and pictures, Instagram is where you should go. Between my stories and posts you can get your daily CAF hit. I am pretty social on there. Say hi.
A few weeks ago I fell off my deck at 4:30 in the morning. That sounds like it involved some sort of party or good time, but I was up checking on the chickens every few hours because a weasel got into the coop and murdered so many of my favorite birds. It was carnage. So the coop was reinforced in ways I never thought I would have to worry about (weasels can get into the tiniest spaces) and so on one of my early morning checks I slipped and fell with all my weight on a turned ankle. It cracked, loudly. And the sprain or break or whatever it was has been taking weeks to heal. But I can walk normal again. It did ruin a summer’s end of running, hiking, and riding horses. But rest it demanded, so I learned to sway more in hammocks. I prefer the running.
All the animals are doing well. The pigs are boisterous and growing fast. The horses are enjoying their summer off from the saddle. The sheep and goat are fat and happy on the hill. I started looking for this year’s falconry bird and go out trapping after morning chores and some evenings. In this heat and level of greenery it’s mostly a lost cause and rare hope to actually catch a bird but I might get lucky. And any young hawk ready to land on a trap this early in the season, quite frankly, needs my help this winter. So I try.
Right now my life is 100% focused on winter prep, as it always is in September. I have about 60 bales of hay in the barn of the 200 I need for winter, minimum. I have a cord and half of firewood of the 4 cord I will need to heat the house. I am still figuring out how to cover the August mortgage before I purchase anymore hay or wood, so I am hustling hard on social media and hoping for sales to come in steady. Though between inflation and the lack of traffic to this site, it’s quite the uphill battle. There’s two broken molars that need to be repaired in my face, a recently totaled car (hit by a deer at noon on a Sunday), a recent family funeral in PA I had to travel and get a hotel room for, and a bathroom floor that is bare plywood and needs to be floored and sealed - but all of that happens after August, and therefore summer, is paid for. Once I have that taken care of I will start on wood and hay. Hopefully have the bathroom done before the first true cold comes so it doesn’t hurt the house. It’s all up in the air and stressful, but whose life isn’t? We’re all preparing for our own winters, so to speak. I am hoping I find my way through it, as I always have. If you’d like to help support the farm please send me an email. I have soaps, pet illustrations, design work, pork shares and more to offer. I certainly don’t expect an influx of emails, but I will ask. Because this farm needs a heap of luck to get through winter, or at least to prepare for it. I would love to hear from you.