Farm Life

The past 2 days have been gloriously sunny, and we have been introduced to the various chores that go along with farm life.  Weeding, weeding and more weeding! My new arch nemesis: twitch grass.  Taz took a blow torch to the farm pasture to destroy the thistles and mom and I seeded 11 trays of flowers for the wedding.  So many purple flowers! Who knew?

Farms run on different schedules, I've found. The days start earlier around here.  We get up at 8 a.m. and mom and dad are usually already up and out the door.  The guy who puts his cows in our barn has already been and left, and the cattle are shoving each other around a feed station with fresh hay.

It might be being pregnant, or it might be the fresh air and physical activity, but by 10 p.m. I'm TIRED and can't even hold my eyes open to read a book for longer than 10 minutes.  I've been sleeping much better now that there aren't any crazies having shouting matches outside my window, and no traffic noises. I forgot how silent and noisy the country can be at the same time.  But unlike the city, its silent when you need it to be, and noisy when you need to get up.  A couple argumentative birds are building a nest outside the north facing window in our bedroom, and they start their squabbling earlier than mom and dad do.

Taz learning how to stoke the wood furnace that heats the house



Zeek gets a feel for rural living by rolling himself in some cow manure

This is all strange and new for Taz, and he is coping really well with living with my family, warts and all.  For me, even though I didn't grow up on this farm, moving here really feels like coming home.  There is familiar food for meals, familiar objects scattered around the house, and the same sense settled into the bones of the house that ours always had growing up.  Its a nice place to be for the summer.  Taz summed it up nicely when he said that this next five months will be the best part of his two year trip.