Although nights are getting cooler, we still haven’t had frost in the valley. I’m sure someone, somewhere wants to say, “Global warming…” but as weather records have only been kept for the last 100 years, or thereabouts, I’m not sure of such definitive statements. As Dave would say, “Where you stand depends upon where you sit.”
Last week, two days of rain gave a parched earth a brief respite even as the East Coast was pounded by torrential rain and wind brought forth by Hurricane Matthew. Usually, November brings rain and, combined with cooler weather, means a lot of woolens, flannel lined jeans, jackets, scarves and hats. Meanwhile, the farm, house and animals are being prepped for winter and before hard winter gets here, I’m thinking a mare needs to be put down. Lightly, the first horse born on this farm, was put down last November; it seems next month, her mother will be put down. Both easy keepers and hoof problems plagued them; it seems cruel to force Peaches, her mother, to walk on frozen ground for the next four months, especially as she is 27 years old. She’s lived a wonderful life, better than most people on this earth and she’ll be given a gentle death, then burial, on this farm.
The wonderful men from VA Dept of Agriculture and Consumer services came and certified my antique/vintage livestock scales. Scales are a necessity on a cattle farm…cattle are weighed prior to taking to market and money paid by the pound. Like everything else on this farm, the scales are well made, old and still giving great service. (Well, okay, my body is giving me good service but as soon as I finish healing, I’ll be back to great…lol.)
Beautiful days follow beautiful mornings and neighboring farmers are busy cutting corn for silage to feed their cattle this winter. I watch them as I mow pastures, cutting weeds so the horses have an easier time at grazing summer’s last grass. Two days ago, I mowed the garden, several times as the weeds were so tall, the job had to be done with the tractor mower in various levels. As I mowed, mice and moles, perhaps voles but it was difficult to tell due to their quickness, were stirred and the dogs gave chase.
For your prayers and good wishes, thank you. The same week I returned from Ireland, I had unexpected outpatient surgery and ended up with MRSA. The seventh day I finished antibiotics, I came down with an upper respiratory “problem” and am still recovering. I still have laryngitis and am battling a pulled or strained back muscle, but am on the recovery road; at least, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it! -lol- Thank God for walking sticks!
With winter pushing hard against autumn, I’ve been relentless in my attack and prep work. Probably, I won’t finish but I’ll make a good enough dent to notice and that’s helpful. The convection oven, slow cooker and pottery egg cooker are getting a good workout and ensure I feed myself almost as frequently as I feed the animals.
Y’all take care, be safe and don’t forget to live a life of gratitude; we’ve all something to say “God, thank You”. (My short list includes Tiger Balm patches, flannel nightgowns, heating pads, kitchen fireplace fires, kitchen aids, etc. …)
Ponder this ~ How would you like to be married to you?