We have attempted to reflect that same cosmos above from below in our small field of daffodils and other spring-flowering bulbs. They, like the stars, planets, and other heavenly bodies are cast across the field in seeming randomness, yet set in their own order. Our own earthbound little ‘Milkyway’, if you will. I am so relieved to have them now all snuggly in the ground for their winter nap.
This year only 12,000 daffodils were planted, when in years past it has been as many as 75,000, which is, by the way, utter madness. That year I recall wishing I’d never see another daffodil bulb again (my back ached for a month) as the last ones finally made it into the ground as late as mid-January. Late for us, nonetheless they performed without hesitation, although late in flowering. This is always the case. Even bulbs of the same cultivar when newly planted will bloom a week or two later than their same counterparts that may have been planted for several years.
狗,(污迹和吱吱声)ever-watchful eye on the lambs as they rest, frolic and nurse. Smudge and Squeak are Anatolian shepherd dogs, from the mountains of Turkey. Not herders, but protectors. Deep in their DNA lies this need to oversee and guard what they see as theirs. We are grateful for their teamwork with ‘Moose’ our donkey.
今天晚些时候农场将再次举办一年一度family Christmas party. It’s been going on since my great grandparents started the tradition as a young couple before the Great Depression. This year, according to my Great Aunt (the family’s official social secretary) we will have over 100 for lunch, all with lots of fellowship and laughs.