Dreaming of June
Here is the view from the office window:
Amazing that this is the same place, and those are the same trees! But it is March, in like a lion and all that. And it very well might end with literal lambs. Two of my blackface ewes are clearly pregnant and I am praying for ewe lambs. My flock has grown old from years of bartering young animals instead of raising them. So right now my youngest breeding ewe is 5 or 6. Not a good thing. Fingers crossed for twin lambs! Same goes for Bonita. Regardless of what pops out of her it will be sold, as I do not need more than a pair of does. But if it is a purebred doeling I can sell it for double what a wether would go for, and money is important and rare these days. This post is starting to sound not only wistful, but sexist. What can I say? When it comes to livestock that offers milk and lamb chops - women rule.
In other spring news I ordered 45 laying hen pullet chicks yesterday! Quite the sign of hope. I offically have birds and bees on their way to me come spring, along with the expected lambs, kids, and rabbit kits this place is going to explode with new life and intentions come snowmelt. I have repair and home-improvement plans down on paper as well as pasture re-seeding and stock selling. All of it will happen because it simply has to. A farm like this only continues the story if you start telling the beginning before you know how it all ends. Not the best way to write a novel, but the only way I know how to live my life.
So right now I have a to-do list to get back to with my morning all planned out. I updated this blog a bit and Clan Cold Antler as well. I got some errands in town, stories to continue, a pair of dogs to walk down the road, and violins to order. With a camp on the way come month's end I need to get everything in order in more ways than just lambing and lists. But I am happy to report that things are slowly happening- at least on paper and in the form of receipts—and for now those checked-off tasks and future critters are the Gospel of Spring. Proof in faith that even if I can't quite realize June is real, I can still believe in it. And belief is a lot more powerful than grey light.