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Thank You, Problems

June 24, 2019

Well, another week of not wanting to trade my problems for anyone else's.  Here's the rundown of calamities I faced.

 

I finally catch the mouse in the pantry.  It turns out to be a three-legged mouse with no tail, and I almost think I should have given it the run of the place for the rest of its life.

 

Duke the pony has his senior citizen wander-the-farm-for-free pass revoked when he discovers a bucket of rabbit food, knocks it over, and eats an indeterminate amount.  Fortunately he only suffers a mild case of indigestion.

 

The ducks won't go into their pen in the evening.  Why?  Because they have spent the day feasting on low-hanging organic raspberries.  I can't tempt them with my fermented duck slop.  They turn up their beaks at it, and test my patience and duck-herding skills to get them in safely for the night.

           "We laugh at your attempts, puny human."

 

I harbor violent thoughts about the teenage crows begging for food outside my window at 5 every morning.  Especially after I have stayed up until midnight herding ducks and making cheese.

 

Oh yes, you won't hear me complaining about having 2 gallons of goat milk to process every day.  2 gallons.  Every day.  That's 4 half-gallon jars.  To wash.  And 3 big pots to scrub every time I make cheese.  And cheesecloth to boil and sanitize. For someone as unconcerned about cleanliness as I am, home dairy is a spiritual challenge.

Fortunately, Farm Grandma Jenn returned from Montana last night.  She'll find a counter full of empty jars to greet her when she comes into the kitchen this morning.  Don't try to run a farm without a Grandma on board, I say.  Let's drink a goat milk toast to finding humor in and sharing our burdens!

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