Archive for March, 2016

Family Traditions

It all started innocently enough, the middle son brought home a leprechaun chain from nursery school.  It was carefully crafted by small hands. There were green shamrock leaf shaped pieces of construction paper strung onto a green yarn with snippets of straws in between each leaf.  The idea was that you hung it somewhere and the leprechauns would climb it.  We, of course, hung it.  The boys went to bed and I pondered…what the hell is a leprechaun going to do after climbing the chain?

As the boys woke and came down the stairs into the kitchen they saw what a leprechaun would do.  He would overturn chairs and pee in your milk making it green. Youngest son had a big problem with drinking milk that someone had whizzed in.  That was the first year.

The boys then learned that if you trap a leprechaun you would reap the reward of all his gold.  So the quest to build a better leprechaun trap was on. With their involvement becoming more and more the scenarios for the morning had to become more imaginative. I crafted feet out of polymer clay to leave foot prints in the many different medias they left to find where he went to hide his pot of gold.  I left the tiniest of notes from Ian McMarty regaling his narrow escapes and chiding them that they would never get his gold. And the milk was always  peed in and turned green.  Youngest son still had issues with it.

Then time came and stole away the young boys who would trap for leprechauns and refuse to drink whizzed in milk.  The leprechaun chain is in a box upstairs with the kindergarten cookbooks, the class pictures and lovingly misspelled love letters to me.

I awoke around  3 this morning to make the usual call of nature and when I came down the stairs into the kitchen…I stopped and I smiled…the place was trashed.  Every chair was overturned, the fruit bowl was upside down and the fruit was everywhere.  Drawers and cupboard doors were wide open.  While I was sleeping a leprechaun was among us and he even took a whiz in the milk.

I love green milk!

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Unrest

This little farm has different seasons, as all farms do.

There is summer with all its glory. Weeding the gardens, feeding the multitude of animals, canning, milking and the list goes as long as the days are and beyond.

Summer transitions into fall.  School starts, back to work, broilers and pigs head to freezer camp.  Gardens are harvested and readied for the deep sleep of winter.  Wood is cut and split.  And the grand push to ready the Christmas season is on. Soap and lotion are made for the numerous  sale events we attend. The house is cleared out and set up for the home show in November, no small feat that.  The family calls it “hell week” and rightly so. Christmas comes and goes and we settle into winter.

Most would think that things would calm down after all that.  But stock has been depleted and more must be made for coming shows.  I never have time for spring cleaning so I winter clean.   People love to take soap and cheese making classes during the doldrums so many are booked usually on the same day the girls come into heat so I must juggle goat sex and meeting people for their class without smelling of Stanky Buck.

The later part of winter, I mean like the month of March. I rest.  Chores are at a minimum with only the goats and chickens to be done.  Milking does not occur now as the girls are dried off to give their energy to growing kids that are due in April.  Life is slower and easier.

The longer days of Spring and five, maybe six piglets will be arriving this weekend. The first batch of broilers shortly after that.  I need to start the tomato and pepper seedlings, too. Did I say that I have the whole month of March off, I guess I lied.

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