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The End of the World Is At Hand…

…My laundry pile was empty. I mean, empty. Nothing more to wash. This unprecedented state of affairs (in a working farm household with 6 people, four of them attracted to mud like magnets) didn’t last long – then Asher dumped his muddy socks on the floor and Eli took a bath and pushed the towel…

First Things

The season cycled over the weekend – officially it is not quite spring, but in fact, spring now has a toe hold. Even if it goes back to chilly or even snows, the ground is too warm for it to last, by the end of an unusually warm week the grass will be green and…

At the Edge of Spring

Spring is a trick of the light – it should be, after all, since ultimately the shift of seasons is about angles and sun. At some point in March the light changes – a new “certain slant of light” and thus, spring is here. It will be a while most years before the green and…

Well, first there’s the baby goats. Last Friday, we collected our foster goat, Tayish. He belongs to a friend from our synagogue who won him in a raffle, believe it or not. He’s a 10 week old wether, and the kids have made a pet of him. Here’s Simon holding him: Then, on Sunday, Bast…

The Change

“Did you look at the forecast?” “Is this it?” “Should we get them out?” My children keep asking, and I keep telling them that I think so, but that no one can know for sure. We are talking of the change in the weather, slated to begin today, warming us up from the last wave…

Too Pretty to Write…

I’ve been sadly slack on content the last few days, but well, it is spring and I’m busy. And tired at the end of the day. And Stoneleigh of The Automatic Earth was visiting. And well…hey, it is 66 degrees, sunny and beautiful. I’m in the middle of a piece answering a reader’s question about…

Peep!

Note: It hasn’t happened yet here, although we heard them down the hill in the valley yesterday. But we seem to be having an early spring, even though we’ve still got more than a foot of snow to melt off. I wrote this last year, and though the precise circumstances are different, the need for…

Quack, Mehhhhh, Quack

It has been an exciting morning – and it isn’t even 10 o clock. Today was the day to pick up our new buck goat, Ring Bearer (again, not responsible for his name). For those of you who have never had the pleasure of having a buck goat, or do have buck goats, but own…