Reflections on what we "own".

Every day, twice a day, we need to do our chores outside. That is, we need to feed the sheep, chickens and peacocks. It tends to be a solitary time when one may reflect on the events of the day, one's life or what is going right or wrong with chores.



Today it occurred to me, as I walked in the 3 degree weather, that I totally enjoy our home, how we are living and where we live. But in thinking about it, it occurs to me that what we "own", the farm, belongs to us only briefly. It has been here for over 150 years and will survive us, too. Even though we technically own it, we are really only the groundskeepers and stewards. It is our privilege to use, enjoy, and share as we please but the old adage "you can't take it with you" applies.



As a matter of fact, the same may be said about everything we own of a material nature. I have a few items that belonged to my mother and grandmothers and I do treasure them. Upon further reflection, I arrive at the conclusion that it is the MEMORIES they represent which I truly treasure.



I wonder if I can take those memories with me? I suppose it depends upon where I go! Thanks for the memories everyone.



I pormise my next blog will have pictures, I forgot how to put them on and my consultant will be here soon...

Will there be lambs?

Lambs... the questions begin nearly before the ram has been introduced to the "girls". This year the question is even more pertinent than in the past. Like every farm, we share the problems of life and death in our livestock. We have been very fortunate in the past but early December brought us trouble.

We acquired our ram at our local late summer fair from one of the fair participants. A handsome Corriedale ram (as the Corriedale breed goes!), vigorous and friendly, we brought him home. Isolation is the order of the day for any imports so as to prevent unknown diseases from getting into the flock. We have a nice pen and the ability to get him outside so we can monitor his status easily. No problem there, he is attentive to his food and to moving around the farm as we get to know him. Looking good. In due time, the ewes meet their very own ram and our hopes for spring lambs become a likelihood. A month later, we hope his work is done and his is moved back to his own bachelor's quarters.

Two weeks and two frustrating veterinarian visits later (for us and the vets) we experience the loss of our ram. We have always tried to be good stewards for our animals but the fact of the matter is that we had done the best we could for him. It is a relief to have the ordeal over and be able to sleep well again. I am thankful we have no regrets in his care. In some ways, the whole episode transfers to many aspects of our lives - live for no regrets, do your best in all your endeavors.

OOPS! The answer to the lamb question is that WE HOPE SO! More on that later, hopefully we will confirm a positive outcome. Happy New Year.