The last time I posted about the garden seeds were just sprouting! We’ve had a full summer and a few frosts since. Only the hardy greens are left; the end of the season always revives my appreciation of having fresh veggies right outside the door. With the coolers temps here stews and braises are a welcome way to use those veggies too!
Whew! It’s been a while since I last posted. Between the holidays and this cold, or flu, or whatever it is going around I’ve mostly been in nursing/recovery mode. The boys and I do have a few crafting projects to share with you but that will have to be another day. For now here’s a reminder to Be Happy and Always Smile, brought to you by Molly!
On occasion, one of the boys will borrow my camera and take some photos. It’s always a pleasant surprise to be uploading photos and find some that I didn’t take. Interesting too, ’cause you never know what they’ll be taking photos of. Here are a few of my favorites that Noah took the other day. Cats, siblings, and a couple of his bear, OJ. You never know where that bear will turn up.
A few days before we started having snow flurries we took a hike around the field. The field is about 7 acres. It provides a decent hike without even entering the woods, which can be a long and arduous hike for short legs. Autumn is on it’s way out. I’m glad to have gotten in another hike before the biting winds persuade us to stick close to home.
A window was knocked out in the goat barn. Really it was only a matter of time; goat hooves and glass windows don’t mix well. Coincidently the rest of the windows in the goat barn were already covered over with plywood when we brought the place. Hmmm. Luckily it’s a little too high for anyone to leap out to freedom. Although it was the frequency and number of heads poking out that caught my eye.
I quickly took a few photos, taking advantage of the rare lighting, before fixing the window. If you are wondering why the title says The Goats in French that’s because, even though I don’t actually know French, I like to talk to the goats in a mixture of English and “pretend” French. It just seems fitting. The goats with the horns are our bucks – or Monsieur Manson and Monsieur Lenin. The girls are Ellie and Rita (mother of Lenin). Ellie should be kidding this spring.