I cut my fingernails short last night, because we've started actually being able to get our hands in the dirt again, and what's the point of having nice nails if you're just going to stick them in mud? Then, I was trying to write a blog post for our Ham Sweet Farm page after dinner last night [which was at 10 pm, btw], and I fell asleep... mid-sentence... sitting on the couch... TWICE. "Just go to bed. You can finish that tomorrow," said C. Story of my life. So many things that end up getting finished, tomorrow. But our first priority is always the animals, so little side projects like blogging, gardening, heck, even doing the dishes, have to wait sometimes. If we need to build a new fence for the pigs, or set up a new brooder for chicks, or buy and load and stack hay... it just has to be done.
Don't get me wrong, this isn't a Woe Is Me post. I enjoy it. It's satisfying, relaxing, rewarding. But then I see a picture of myself, communing with all my hens, wearing a glorified Canadian Tuxedo...
I mean, seriously, what is that?? Somewhere, my favorite Little Black Dress is weeping right now. But there is a certain solace in femininity that I find here on the farm. All of these animals are my babies, and the earth they tread upon supports us all. This year we have semi-grand plans for a vegetable garden, or maybe even two. We're running a small Meat CSA, with animals raised naturally by us and two of our local farmer friends. We're improving the land upon which we live. We're making plans for next year, 5 years from now, 10 years from now... and I still get to dress up every now and then.
