Whoa Father Time!  Where have the last two months gone?  Today is a rain day, supposedly when I have time to do ALL of the computer work and phone calling that I haven't made time to do.  I haven't been ignoring any of you on purpose!! Please speak up if you need some Bee and Fern time!  New (cell) phone number that replaces all others:  315.552.4267.   Also new mailing address:  Aunt Bee's Farm, P.O. Box 463, Cazenovia, NY 13035.

    I love being a mom, but it is way more time consuming than I could have imagined.  Sometimes my work ethic competes with mommy duties.   I've conceded to using a whole day to do a few hours worth of seeding or bed prep.   Gone are the days where I would work till dark, and then remember to eat.  Fern is good for me since she does make me take breaks.  My self worth occassionally takes a hit when all I got done in a day was weeding ten feet of lettuce.  I would not trade this experience for anything, though!   Fern is so much fun, and the best little buddy.  She likes to ride on the sled that her dog friend Bernie pulls around for me.  We are blessed with many trees that she naps under and will someday climb.  She is becoming aware of the natural world, forcing me to check-in and "be" in her moment. 

    This week's calamity is the incorrect pipe that I bought to build our high tunnel greenhouse.  Our wonderful friends from Pennsylvania visited for the holiday weekend, offering to help put up the tunnel.  All was going well, till it was time to stand up the ribs of the structure and they looked more like wet noodles.  That's when I saw my mistake, AARRGGGHHHH!  So, we have several hundred feet of pipe that is cut, but not strong enough to use for this project.  We are rallying, using it for little tunnels.  And waiting till we have capital to buy the right pipe.  We have lots of plants that are supposed to be growing in the tunnel right now, so they're in a holding pattern till we assemble more little tunnels.

    Add the high tunnel incident to the fact that we are down two hands, and you begin to understand my absence from the computer.  My brother declined an employment opportunity with us after several months of being interested, so not only are we down a farm hand, but he also would have been helping us with his neice.  Joe works one week in PA, and one week at our farm.  My brother would have helped bridge the gap between Joe's availability.  Now I'm trying to figure out how to get it all done with fewer people.  Hence, we have soil stained hands that care for our perfect little girl, and clasp one another's hand as we fall asleep after a hard day's work.  It's a great life in pursuit of our homesteading dreams.

 

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