It was a perfectly lovely, quiet weekend here on the farm.
The weather has cooled.
Yesterday felt as though Autumn was just around the corner...
a tease, I know, but nonetheless quite wonderful!
We received some much-needed rain Saturday night.
Not before moving to the farm did weather
ever play such a big part in my life.
Now, we pay attention to every detail of the weather,
as it has such a huge impact on life here.
I spent more hours than I can count in my sewing room this weekend
and made a large dent in the fabric that I found last week.
Of course, Saturday I needed something basic from our little
local fabric boutique and came home with a bag filled with more
whimsical, fun fabrics.
Never done.
Never done.
Many thanks to those of you who are helping to support
my Etsy shop and ultimately
my fabric addiction...
but most of all...
many thanks to those of you who are committed to wearing a mask.
It's important.
Really!
So.... it might as well be fun, right?
After sewing until my behind was numb,
I decided to gather the dogs and head out to visit with my piggy gals.
With the air as cool as it was,
I knew they would be out in the front pasture munching away on the grass.
On our way, we stopped at the blackberry patch.
I have frozen several quart, but now, we just eat them as we find them.
There's nothing more delicious than fruit picked and eaten on the spot...
and nothing more nutritious.
Besides getting all of the vitamins and minerals and fresh nutrients,
you also eat a little bit of the environment of the land
or the "terroir"...
making this more than just a tasty snack.
It's an experience.
A part of it was an experience that I don't want to repeat...
as I placed two juicy berries in my mouth and suddenly encountered
an overwhelming smell of cilantro...
I immediately knew what the cause of that was...
even before I saw the stink-bug drop from my lips to the ground.
Blech!
Back in the gator, we made our way further down our long driveway,
past the lower path to Maven Haven,
and past our friendly tree man,
to the front pasture where the pigs were, indeed, nibbling away.
On cue, MaryAnn came to greet me.
She must have been rolling in mud earlier,
because she was the dirtiest I had ever seen her.
These gals are usually very clean...
but mud, well, that's pretty hard to resist!
We exchanged greetings, and she quickly settled down
for a belly rub.
After returning from the visit, I set about preparing dinner...
fresh spaghetti with tomatoes, peppers, onions, garlic and basil
from the garden... served over a bed of fresh farm-grown spiralized zucchini.
Again... a dinner filled with all of the wonderful energy of our own land.
And though when summer ends, I will not miss the heat of the sun...
I will miss the bounty of the garden.
But, as I have said many times... to every thing there is a season...
and always something to anticipate...
and always something for which to be grateful!
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