flannel and cheese: or how we are doing in Vermont

We are here

or more accurately, a little up the street from there because the farm has shifted to a second house, but we split operations between both places. we're working on a family farm that has a booth at a local farmers market and a weekly csa pickup (definition). most days we do some combination of planting or harvesting, taking care of animals (chickens, ducks, and dogs), and helping to run the income sources (csa and farmers market booth).

vermont is as beautiful during the fall as a thomas kinkade painting about fall would have you believe. (if thomas kinkade didn't live in a parallel dimension where all seasons happen at once and "artists" don't actually have to make art to be called artists and make a lot of money off of pictures better suited to bad greeting cards than canvases). Guess we'll just have a deal with beautiful rolling hills with a dozen shades of orange and red trees in a southern vermont valley. Sigh.)

our woofer hosts have three kids ranging in age from 7 months to four years. there are four other woofers other than maggie and me that represent a wide range of interests, ages, and backgrounds.

plus we bought 15 boxes of ice cream at the annual ice cream sale at the local gas station (it's actually good ice cream- not the usual questionable stop and gulp fare).

views from the front porch of the farmhouse:

we moved into the old green house at first. but it wasn't very ideal. (not kidding).

we tried to clean it up, but it was kind of a lost cause (bandanas to avoid mouse "dust") and moved in with another woofer into the old apple barn that had had a lot of work done on it.

much nicer...

Two (of the three) greenhouses

and the farm ducks (that were once pets of one of the kids, but he lost interest. now they just kind of hang out and swim in a puddle in the driveway.)

ok troops! carry on!