“What a great year!” says the grass farmer raising cattle. “When will summer begin?!” says the lovely residents of Country France. Wow. We’ve been here over five years on the farm and I’ve not seen this combination of sun/rain/sun/rain/no freeze deal.
The grass is so tall ( how tall is it? ) so tall that a photo at tit level, you can’t see the top of the seed heads. … and I am a tall lady.
The chickens seem to be establishing camp well. Though, for the next lot, we’ll mow it down. Every good chicken loves freshly mowed grass.
And I cooked up the last sample from our BBQ box. We’re trying out another type of steak box to see how it scores on flavor and tenderness. We have tried every piece of meat that we raise. Scrutinising it. Adjusting our farming methods. Then, sampling again. It’s a slow process.
