Regular programming for Keith and I, is also in sight. Five weeks now into running two farms we're still...running, but not at warp speed. Still down in Chatsworth caring for livestock everyday, maintaining what we've mowed and cleaned and repaired, but the crisis mode is lifting. There were 27 head of cattle to be cared for when we assumed possession of our other farm, but now we are down to just nine. One calf (coming here for our 2018 beef supply) one milk cow (coming here to replace Puppette) four other milk cows (one sold and waiting for new owner to pick up) and three heifers (one bred, two unbred).
A young farmer is coming to look at the three milk cows left and we hope he'll take all three. By the end of the week, all livestock will be gone from Chatsworth and we can begin cleaning out the barn there. In the meantime we continue to use the milk we get from there by feeding to our hogs and sharing with another farmer friend with pastured hogs.
Milk fed hogs make fantastic pork chops!
Up here on Poor Farm central I was able to enjoy some time this morning enjoying the peace and quiet. Comparatively speaking, our few critters here are easy to care for. The garden is overflowing with produce though and demanded attention. Finally, I got some tomatoes canned, pesto made and frozen, a cake baked and God willing, might even get supper made. Rain came in spurts but laundry was hung out in between cloud bursts. Last week we were so crazed, one load of laundry hung out for four days, washed three times by rain. And people pay good money for "rain scented" fabric softener. Cracks me up.
I also did what all we queer country folk do from time to time, I took pictures of my flowers. It's a silly ritual, the way we all think we have the most beautiful cosmos of all, but it serves another purpose. It slows us down. Makes us appreciate that which is blooming its fool head off, right in front of our eyes.
Flowers are full of silver linings. Especially those morning glories blooming on the trellis friend Jay made for my birthday back in June. It's a keen place for coffee or tea. That's my aunt Bernie's old 1978 dial phone on the table, just in case I feel like calling her on the other side.