Monthly Archives: December 2015
Phew. It’s been a slog. I’m happy to report that this huge project is about 95% complete as of November 30.
This weekend we finished shrink wrapping the exterior, raked up all the gravel inside for a future drainage pipe project, fenced it in and started moving the creatures in.
We split the inside into 3rds. The front third will be for a small stash of hay, grain buckets, our rabbits, and my milking stand. On the left side is the goats, and on the right side is the pigs.
The goat side is a little cramped currently, as we still have 5 goats to butcher next week. The pig side is pretty empty, as we only have 2 8-week old barrows in there. I’m slowly weaning the piglets off Meg so she doesn’t come down with mastitis. Mid-week I’ll move the other 2 piglets and our boar, and move Meg in with our other boar. She will stay with him until January when we butcher the boar she is with, and then she will move into the round barn with the other pigs.
Later this week I will start moving the rabbits into the round barn.
I’m so thrilled to have nice, warm, well-lit housing for the animals this winter. My husband is amazing, and this would never have been possible without his mad scientist genius.
I find it hard to say “today I’m especially grateful for. ..xyz” because I live my life in a state of gratitude. We live hard lives and we work hard to sustain our lifestyle. We are grateful every time we pull a carrot out of the ground, every time we butcher an animal, every time my husband brings a paycheck home. I am grateful every time my daughters laugh or smile or hug me and say “I love you.”
I’m grateful that I wake up each day and have a kitchen to prepare food for my family in, clean diapers for my baby, wood for the fireplace to keep us warm, clean water to drink, clothes on our backs, friends to laugh and cry with, a “comfortable” bed to sleep in, and a roof over our heads.
I’m grateful to all those that came before me that allowed my life to be possible. You can’t look left or right, read a newspaper or turn on the tv without seeing all the ways the world is falling apart around us. But I know that those of us that walk a path true to our souls, those of us that choose to live a life full of gratitude, will help bring about the changes needed so desperately on this planet.
I’m sorry for what my ancestors have done. I don’t know much about my lineage. Did they have slaves? Did they help kill the people native to this land? We’re they native people that came to be harmed or enslaved? Were they just average Janes ans Joes trying to get by? How did they survive the famine times? How did they celebrate when they had plenty?
I know this land has been hurting for a while, that the people that loved it were dispossessed of it at some point. The land I live on has been logged and clear cut at least once in its history.
I’m here. I’m alive, living with a heart full of gratitude for what I have. It’s a scary world out there. I hope I can share what I have.
To quote my mother, my prayer is “thank you. “