After several days of I-thought-I-was-dying (not really but I felt pretty crummy with a fever, body aches and stomach issues~ which shall go undescribed) I’m back! And though feeling a bit weak, we’ve hit the ground running (to the bathroom a couple of times since this stuff is lingering ever so slightly~ TMI.). Daniel had it too and he is all better also. The other members of the household seem unaffected as yet, thank goodness. Sickness is not fun. And it puts you behind in your work.
So let’s catch up!
First of all, before going any further let me tell you that it is raining. At this very second rain is softly drifting down to cover our fields and trees and animals and love ones. And there is an audible sigh of relief that can be heard across our valley.
Not only are the temperatures in the 60’s instead of the 90’s but this is the first real moisture we have had since mid June. Montana is burning up. Literally.
We have raging fires all around our area~ fires in Glacier Park, fires 20 miles west and 50 miles north of us. The air quality has been awful with smoke hanging in the sky like brown, foul smelling fog.
But this rain will hopefully be enough to soak some of the fires and clear the skies. Truly a breath of fresh air.
The garden has exploded with food and color.
It’s hard to tell where one crop starts and the other begins.
I’m planning to start canning tomorrow beginning with pickles.
The piglets are sleeping almost inside their feeding bowls now. Only the intense sun pushes them into the shade. They are growing but slowly. I don’t think they will make weight for the fair. We’ll see. I’ve been fooled before.
The chickens are still producing but also at a slower rate. Last year we had so many eggs at this time, that I was inspired to enter a dozen into the fair. But the heat has taken a toll on our sweet girls and they are winding down to take a real break.
Phil is growing up. He still loves his momma but is beginning to eat hay and nibble on other weeds. He will be a big guy soon and won’t be nursing as much. We will be going into winter by then and will need let Maisy rest. She’s a wonderful cow but is almost 10 years old. There’s no reason to stress her body by milking through the winter if we don’t need the milk. I might just let Phil take all her milk into fall and let her wean him (and us too :)). We won’t be keeping pigs this winter so our milk needs will diminish. We’ll see how the fall progresses. (I can’t upload his picture. The internet is having a seizure).
The days are getting shorter. It’s still semi- dark at 0515 instead of full on daylight and I have to scoot over to the barn to put Phil to bed by 2130 or I have to turn on the barn lights. Dang~ summer moves quickly.
The kids and I went huckleberry picking a couple of days ago. We didn’t get much especially since I DROPPED MY BUCKET IN THE DIRT. I have NEVER dropped my bucket. Never. The berries are just too precious. But during a slight wander of the mind, I lost my grip and dropped my bucket~ and my precious berries fell all over the forest floor. I thought I was going to cry! But the season isn’t over. We will pick again!
Today’s count: 18 eggs, 1.5 gallons milk
What’s for supper: Pork quesadillas
Weather: A 20 percent chance of showers and thunderstorms after noon. Mostly sunny, with a high near 77. Calm wind becoming west 5 to 9 mph in the afternoon. Tonight partly cloudy, with a low around 42. West wind 5 to 9 mph becoming calm in the evening.
Books I’m reading right now: You Don’t Have to Say You Love Me: A Memoir by Sherman Alexie
Note: The internet is awful. This post was ready Sunday but I couldn’t put it up. I don’t know what’s going on. Bleck~ sometimes technology drives me crazy!