Posts Tagged ‘this sweet life’

This is what our barn looks like after fall, winter and spring.

Luckily, Farmer D is a forward thinker and plans for these types of situations.

And luckily, we have Oakley.

He’s the foreman for this hay-peration.

(see … he wants to know what I’m doing).

All in all, he does a pretty good job of overseeing the work gets done.

 Until the baler gets confused.

 And then he let’s Farmer D stop and figure out what’s wrong.

Did you know that all tractors come with a built-in tool box?

I think all mixers should come with a built-in spatula. 

 It’s the job of the apprentice farmers to load the hay on wagons after it’s baled.

So, as long as the weather holds out … and the equipment does what it’s supposed to … and Oakley stays on the job …

This will happen.

A couple hundred million times.

Okay, maybe not quite that many times.

But before you know it, we’ll be up to the rafters in hay again.

And we’ll thank the good Lord for it.


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It seems I’m not the only one who’s been excited lately.

Last week Farmer L let his cows out to pasture for the first time this year. I’m not often out standing in the middle of a large field when these things take place but Farmer D came and asked would I like to come out and watch. I don’t have to be asked twice to a good party, so I grabbed my camera, set myself up in the field and waited.

The first cow’s had barely passed the open gate when the whooping and hollering started followed by lots of long low moo’s and moans.  It didn’t take long for the word to go out and it was a steady stream of happy dances  past me and my camera. There were plenty of charges, gallops and a few curious glances my way but these beautiful bovines had one thing on their mind and one thing only. A help-yourself, all-you-can-eat salad bar!

“Excuse me. Pardon me. Coming through.”

“Oh my, will ya just look at all that alfalfa!”


“You must be new around here?”


“What’s that you say? The best stuff’s out back?”

“Oh – wait for me … I’m right behind you!”

“Which way you going?”

“Dandelion greens, sweet alfalfa, freshly squeezed wheat grass, lemon buttercups …  Oh, I just don’t know where to start”

“Maybe I’ll start with the clover, and then I’ll have some crab grass and then maybe a little dandelion … oh and I must leave room for some sweet grass.”

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 You can never get enough of this kind of fun, can you?  


This is what we were doing at the farm on Easter Sunday afternoon following a beautiful morning with friends and neighbours at church.  I was told well in advance of Easter Sunday that even though my 3 boys were well into their adult/teenage years (21, 19 & 17), they in no way had outgrown the annual Easter egg hunt and were anticipating lots of goodies in the form of candy and chocolate treats.

They did say however, that they would be willing to let their (much) younger cousins have most of the fun running around the farm, gathering up the eggs from all sorts of secret hiding places. They were even willing to hide the eggs, just as long as there was sure to be enough yumminess to go around.


Holidays always seem to bring out the kid in us, even when we’re no longer the kid.  Special rituals and traditions like this never lose their appeal, no matter what our age when it’s shared with special people in our lives.  That’s why we were so excited when my sister promised to visit from Kitchener with her family.  Her children are much younger than mine and so we love it when they can visit. Despite the significant age differences (Liam 9, Elliott 7, Kate 5) we have copious amounts of fun playing and hanging out together.  Coming to visit the farm is always an adventure for them and they love the freedom and fun of playing outside on the big front lawn. 


You just never know where you’re going to find an egg.  


 Once Kate got going she was determined to fill her basket.


Trying to keep all those eggs from spilling out wasn’t easy. 


And now for the reward.

Uncovering the treasures and treats inside those beautiful eggs.

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