Things I never knew I would do: sing the itsy bitsy spider song on repeat all.day.long.
I'm at the stage of being a mother where I look around the farm and see a million things to be done and know that I will get to none of them. One of the things that has particularly evaporated is time for photography. But as this is the 8th year on the farm I am comforted in knowing that these hills and barn and seasons are going nowhere and will be here for me for a lifetime while Maisie's shelf life as a baby is ever so quickly getting shorter. And so for now I tuck away as many baby giggles as I can and know the projects will be there waiting for another day, or year.
I'm quite fond of these three.
One of my favorite trees. She gives us shade in the summer, color in the fall, a silhouette in winter, sweet sap in the spring and keeps the barn company year round...
Goat rule: fences are best used as foot stools to access better eats. Next best use is as a back scratcher.
Gertrude. At 12 years old our oldest lady. She's been retired from her milking duties for the past 6 and instead keeps everyone on their toes with her fierce independence. Sometimes she chooses to go out to pasture, sometimes she returns, but wherever she goes it is at her own pace...
Goat rule: Getting your feet wet in the morning dew/leftover rain must be avoided at all costs.
Labor Day picnicking...
Summer eats. Poplar is Woodsy's daughter. Fern's granddaughter for those of you who know your BPF goats. 🐐🐐💖
Maisie learned to wave this week. Also her cheeks are incredibly kissable. And organic cotton baby goat onesies now online. Cool.
The goats have been very naughty so are taking a day of timeout time in the barnyard.
One last day of eating bagels and iced coffee before we return to the farm. I used to say the one thing I missed about NYC living was the food - but man oh man I can't wait to get back to my garden and fresh farm food. #nynow2017