Weeding is Fundamental

I get up about five a.m., out by six. Weed, weed, weed. Take care of animals. Weed some more. Take a break.

Do more work. Weed in the evening between six p.m. and nine p.m. Take a break. Fall into bed.

Well, folks, there's a picture of farm life during the growing season. Beets, kale, chard, snow peas are all ready for harvest and marketing. They look really good, but if I don't keep weeding, we won't be able to see them at all. Soon, the berries will be ready to harvest during the cooler parts of the day and the weeding will not get done. The weeds will win. Oh, well. They'll get theirs when winter comes!

The goats are all fine. When the little ones herd together, they look like Daisy Mae's puppies: all alike (nearly) white kids with brown heads. I finally got around to publishing the list of names, so far, in the right hand margin. We still need some ideas for "V" names.

There's been a new calf: Iris. She's Sally's baby and is black with some white on her belly.