I’m not sure where January went, but it went quick. Now we’re halfway through February and it’s going a little slower, but it’s been snowy and cold and a lot of work. I think my muse got buried beneath the 16″ of snow that fell during the first storm and decided to stay in hiding until the ground reappeared for longer than a week. Which means she’s still missing, but dagnabit I wanted to post regular so let’s get an update out here and get back to the storyline, shall we?
Like I mentioned, we’ve had quite a bit of snow here, which is not normal. The old-timers say this is how winters were when they were growing up, back in the day. Still, they’re surprised to see it come around again and shake their heads, cluck their tongues and confess to being thankful for being old and not having to be out in it.
I am no stranger to outdoor work in every season, I have all the clothes and boots and gloves and hats I need to stay warm and dry, and I enjoy being with my animals and being out in the woods and pastures, this is the life I had imagined. I’m in good strength and health and have established routines that work well, don’t wear me out, get the necessary caretaking done in a timely fashion and keep me safe. It’s a little lonely without another person to interact with but the dogs and horses are great companions, I am not alone by any means, I talk a mile a minute to all of them, they know the sound of my voice very well.
So we’re hunkered down for what may become the normal winter storm season, and I see comments online about starting seeds and getting ready for Spring, and the truth is that’s all just around the corner, I really need to stay forward-looking and not get too comfortable in my hunkered position. Hunkering is good for a time but it can turn into torpor all too easily. I don’t want to get run over by the freight train of activity that’ll commence in a few short weeks – it’ll probably run over me anyway but I’d like to at least see it coming and get a running start before I have to jump out of the way and let it barrel past.
A post about hay is in the works, don’t let me forget. Might be more than one, it’s an important subject around here. My four big Suffolk work horses eat a bale a day – each – and the herd of Devon cattle go through 3 – 4 large rolls a week. Hay is front and center on the menu half the year for the cows and the horses eat it year-round. Why and what and how and is it any good and can you afford that are all great questions, I don’t have all the answers, at this point I’m just seeing what works and what doesn’t, there’s plenty of time to change course as we go. But for now I’m hooked on it and don’t feel bad because it’s adding fertility and tilth to the pastures, which need it.
Lots more posts in that subject, let me tell you.
Speaking of hay, it’s time to go serve some more, get ’em all munching and crunching. I’ll try to get back on a regular weekly schedule here, the pace is picking up fast and I’d like the blog to keep up.
Later, friends.