Be Patient, The Tomatoes Are Coming

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( photo by Lucy )

So cute and full of energy and absolutely no idea what is going on in the world other than, “WHAT’S FOR LUNCH!!!” or “CAN I HAVE A COOKIE?!?!” Those kids of ours.  I’ve always been a mother of young children, but I’m starting to feel like the lady who doesn’t worry about sleeping through the night.  Or, the lady who isn’t constantly following a waddler.  I’m not sure what to do with myself.  Well, I do actually, but it’s such a long list of hard work.  … trying to …

but they are growing old enough to run part of the fambly.  They cook.  They ( don’t ) clean.  They entertain themselves.  They tell jokes like their father.

A friend of ours visited us when we first started this farm.  She took one look and said, “oh!  I remember that.  Glad I’m not there.heh. heh.”  She said it with joy.  Her kids are all grown up and moved on and part of society.  She meant, it was great, but wouldn’t want to do it all again right now.  Hard work.   It is.  It’s hard work.  It’s rewarding work.  Always challenging.  Never bored.

So, Spring soon,  the tomatoes are coming.  Can’t wait!

 

 

The Wind Began To Switch

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The coop to pitch.  Suddenly, the hinges started to unhitch.

Big winds here in France.  We’ve done well with our moveable coop ( chicken tractor ) in the past, but these winds had the right approach with this construction.  Normally, we have our meat chickens in there.  Thankfully, they were not there.  While we wait for the meat chicks to get big enough to put in the chicken tractor, we used it for our breed hens.  And the “chief” as Zelie calls the cockerel.

Sadly we lost four hens to a predator and one hen to shock.  When we found her, she looked like the Wicked Witch of the East.  She was killed neatly and completely.

 

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