I'm working on two, yes TWO farms. Leistikow Farms which raises lamb and goats, hay, numerous grape varietals and produce in a greenhouse is my home-away-from-home these days. George, Kim and Olivia make even the longest and most difficult days of work or life so much more bearable, richer, filled with a lot more laughter. As of last week I'm also working two days a week in Cure Organic Farm's farm store. Both jobs are a lot of fun, challenging in different ways, and shining examples of what local food can be— and what local farmers are capable of accomplishing. I feel incredibly fortunate to be learning from some of the best farmers/people/characters in the area, and also to have this Farmily around me.
And oh, did I mention the BABY GOATS?!
So cute they make even the most hardened and impassive people melt. Close to 70 have been born to date, and when you walk into the goat pen it appears to have been raining babies. They snooze, they scamper, they do kick-flips off the barn walls, they nibble on your shirt or pants or neck or anything that comes within nibbling range.
See that handsome boy on the right? When he was born [actually, pulled from his mama due to sheer size and limits of physics], he had swelling in his shoulders and neck that rendered him unable to lift his head to nurse. We didn't realize this until he was 12 hours old or so, by that time quite weak and Eeyore-esque. What struck me about him was how massive his head, neck and shoulders were, like a little bulldog. I scooped him up, gave him a bottle and named him Biff. Christian and I want to buy him from the farm and make him ours... and thus borne, a menagerie.
Are there any other additions to the Farmily, you might wonder? Well as a matter of fact...
Not only do we have the most handsome boy in the world, but also the most beautiful girl:
I started leasing Roxy from George and Kim— joyful joy, HORSES! It's been so long, far far too long, since horses have been in my life. Everything about them feels like home to me, from their soft whiskers tickling your hand as they nuzzle for treats to the sweet green smell of their sweat. I could shovel manure for the rest of my life and be a pretty happy girl.
So, Roxy. One day Christian was returning from a business trip to Toronto and said he had a surprise birthday present for me. My birthday was a month off and he told me he was going to keep it a surprise. Silly me, thought he had found a unique store of some kind in Toronto... but when I picked him up from the airport he jumped in the car and blurted out, "IboughtyouRoxyhappybirthday!" My stunned open-mouthed silence turned to Are you serious?? and tears. Mine! My horse. I'm still trying those words out in my head a month later.
Last but not least... something else I've always wanted. Still not quite sure how it happened but I bought my very own American Freedom Machine. I call her Bumble. My Buttertruck.
Livin' the dream... still in my high heels and muck boots. Wouldn't have it any other way. I promise not to ignore this blog any longer... I'd like to go back to regaling you with pictures of random bits of beauty and cuteness, and the occasional rant or video or who knows what. Life is too unpredictable to have it any other way!
P.S. Here's the blog I've been neglecting this one for, in case you're wondering... http://www.the365kitchen.com/