Sunday, June 11, 2017

sunday morning haiku

Like leaping a stream
with one landing point, mid-way.
The bed, my belly. Oof.

Good morning, Moxie!
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Wednesday, June 7, 2017

nearly wordless wednesday

After four (or was it forty?) more days of this:


the sun came out at noon today!
Despite the mud, all the goats were basking on the Upper West Side.
They looked so happy, soaking up the sunshine.
I could almost hear a collective sigh of relief.

My afternoon was spent on errands,
all centered geographically around the distant feed store.

Because guess who will be returning tomorrow?
My Occasional Helper!


Another sigh of relief, this time just from me :)
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Saturday, June 3, 2017

saturday snaps

Look - it's sunshine!


The air is not grey!
Colors are rich and deep again!


The rain actually stopped Thursday, but the ground was saturated - every footstep left a deep print in mud. Although I'd optimistically planned to plant something - anything! finally! - that day, it was still far too wet.

Even when all the vegetation is dripping wet, Moxie and Della choose to come outside with me. Actually, they aren't really coming "with" me; they would be happy to be running in and out at will, all day long. But I am very concerned about hawks, so if the cats are outside, Piper or I must be out there too. And since Piper takes one good look around and then heads for her secret spot under the porch, her role as hawk-deterrent is negligible. So that just leaves me.

Here they are, my little jungle cats:


Fortunately, yesterday was again not-raining, and the soil had begun to dry a bit. I was finally able to plant two rows of pole beans. Hallelujah!
It looks like one row in this picture, but there is a little aisle between the two sections. The end of the second row is where you see the yellow bucket, which is full of rocks.


All that lush greenery between the garden rows looks pretty good to the goats, who poke their noses through the fence when I'm working. Every time I straighten up, I pull handfuls of greens to share out.

The goats tend to keep moving, though. Rain or shine, the mosquitoes are absolutely horrendous. Despite frequent applications of non-toxic repellent sprays, the goats are covered in itchy bites and so am I. LeShodu, who hates both the bugs and the sprays, spends more time in the barns and less time out browsing than some of the other goats. So today when I came up from the garden, I brought LeShodu a whole hatful of fresh alfalfa, picked seconds before, just for her.


It's the little things, isn't it, Shodu?
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Dear readers, I hope you are all having a lovely weekend, and if you are hiding from mosquitoes or anything else, I hope someone will bring you a hatful of fresh alfalfa.
Or, you know, something equivalent.
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