I Make The List
I just learned that some guy in Gouverneur, NY made a list of 30 outstanding farm blogs for the Gouverneur Times. Hey. That’s cool. Here’s what he had to say: “She writes, she farms, and writes about farming everything that goes wrong and some things that go right. This blogger is an inkslinger (a gunslinger with a pen instead of a gun). Her articles are vivid and you can absolutely picture everything she is talking about. This is one farm blog that you will want to follow.”
Wow. Thanks, Tim.
Unfortunately, now that I’ve made Tim’s list, I may find it hard to stay on it. That’s because this winter has been boring…. blissfully boring. Nothing has died. (Ooops. Not true. Our peacock Ben died, but I’ll write about that later.) Nothing has gotten out of a pen or into a bin of feed (knock on wood). I haven’t fallen on the ice and broken anything (knock on wood.) I only got the car stuck once, and that was in the neighbor’s driveway so I had lots of help getting unstuck.
I’ve been writing like a crazy woman (thanks to two spring deadlines…not the best situation, but a schedule of my own making.) Melissa’s been spending lots of time inside because this winter has been cold. She just finished repairing a retractable extension cord that burned out ten years ago and has been hanging in the shed, useless, for all that time. Nothing makes the Farmer happier than to fix something she’s been unable to use for ten years. I even helped, holding the dangerous steel spring in place so it wouldn’t leap out and slice off one of Melissa’s fingers. (When she’d first opened the case, the 30-foot spring had leapt out like a Jack in the Box, startling even our brave Farmer.)
In addition to such fascinating repairs, we’ve been taking photos. I took some the other day, uploaded them, and found Melissa had taken the exact same shot, only in different light. So here’s what winter looks like out our bedroom window:
Every winter I worry about our two barn cats. Will they be warm enough? Could we ignore our allergies and let them into the house, hoping they learn to use the litterbox and avoid the three dogs? No, not practical. So every winter I build a few cozy spots up in the haymow, making little cubby holes by stacking bales, then lining them with wool. I still worry, but when I touch them, their fur might be cold, but their skin is warm.
During the day they are even warmer. In fact, this year they have decided that we purchased huge, 700-pound bales of hay just for their use. They are cats, after all, so everything is about them. Here are Maisie and Pumpkin lolling about on their 700-pound beds. Ahh, the life of a barn cat…