Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Eveningtime at Little Flower Farm





The new laying flock is fattening out. The roosters are all strutting around displaying all their manly glory, and trying out their "Doodle doos" in the woods. The Farm is echoing with their valiant attempts. The hens are roosting at the foot of the silo these days.

Ginger and Dixie enjoy evening grazings on the lawn, with Salt and Pepper ambling about. Their wee little horns are growing in.

2010 CSA garden taking shape!



The Brassicas made the great leap from flat to field last week. They are all well, and send their regards. They lie in the sun all day, brave the wind, and dibble their toes in the drip irrigated water.

A flat of Broccoli grinning in anticipation.




wild mint! local Pac Choi makes good.





fall planted garlic is up and running.

early lettuces pretty enough for a Bride's bouquet!
We have been blissfully busy, covered heat to toe in soil.
Kneeling in the dust, with dirt in your ears, smudges on your face and woodticks all over you, the sun beaming down, the new roosters trying out their crows....you can't help feeling 6 years old again. Happy Spring. (It's sprung in earnest!)



Dalma's babies: Ram and Ewe.
Babies are sprouting everywhere!
Imelba also gave birth to twin lambs just this morning.
They are waggling their wee tails as we speak, hail and hearty.

The Cat's Meow



Beatrice and Cleopatra dissappeared for a few days, and when we found them they had both given birth to a fine mess of kittens in the window well! They share mothering and nursing duties and are raising two greys, two whites, one black with white belly and feet, and two stripy love bug kittens.

Friday, April 2, 2010

April

"Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see" C.S. Lewis
April is here! The green is coming back to the grass, and the hens are happy.

Happy Easter from Little Flower Farm!

“There is a stage in a child’s life at which it cannot separate the religious from the merely festal character of Christmas or Easter. I have been told of a very small and very devout boy who was heard murmuring to himself on Easter morning a poem of his own composition which began ‘Chocolate eggs and Jesus risen.’ This seems to me, for his age, both admirablepoetry and admirable piety. But of course the time will soon come when such a child can no longer effortlessly and spontaneously enjoy that unity. He will become able to distinguish the spiritual from the ritual and festal aspect of Easter; chocolate eggs will no longer seem sacramental. And once he has distinguished he must put one or the other first. If he puts the spiritual first he can still taste something of Easter in the chocolate eggs; if he puts the eggs first they will soon be no more than any other sweetmeat. They will have taken on an independent, and therefore a soon withering, life.” ~C. S. Lewis
"A thing may be too sad to be believed or too wicked to be believed or too good to be believed; but it cannot be too absurd to be believed in this planet of frogs and elephants, of crocodiles, and cuttlefish." G.K. Chesterton