When we were first looking to buy the farm back in 2011, we got the standard tour. Nice farmhouse with porch, fresh water springs, many outbuildings, chicken coop, small pond and cemetery. Wait, what? A cemetery? Oh yes, our farm came with a cemetery. I’ve been meaning to do this post for a while now, but honestly didn’t know what else to say besides… “Uh, our farm comes with dead people.” But this year I’ve been able to do some research about our cemetery to see why it’s here, how long it’s been here and most importantly, who is here. So light your lantern, que the wolves howling and let’s take a walk through our small cemetery and our property’s history.
Two weeks ago, Dave, John and my dad undertook a bit of a daunting task. It was time to wrangle up and castrate all of the boys in our piglet group. To begin, we had to separate the mommas from the babies, which the mommas weren’t really a fan of. Then we had to round up each baby pig in their huts and castrate the boys, which they weren’t really a fan of. This involves a lot of squealing, biting and castrating, which we’re not really a fan of. It’s an all around great day full of sunshine and rainbows. Trust me, you don’t want to visit our farm on castration day. I don’t know why you would want to. While the guys worked efficiently like a professional pit crew, or the team that replaces Kim Kardashian’s plastic and robot parts when they go defective, I had the task of holding darling baby piglets after their castration. It’s a tough job. One of the last piglets we picked up was a girl that happened to have what looked like a large hernia. The boys handed her to me, while I held her close and transported her to a large dog crate until we could take further action.
You guys, it’s been way too long since we’ve posted anything decent. Our bad, dudes. Frankly, I’m ashamed and a little sad. But we have a good reason why we haven’t had time to chat. You see, every year the month of May is when we basically disappear off the face of the Earth and continuously work long, grueling hours trying to get the garden in and summer projects completed or started. And we also begin a strict farm workout regimen of dirt and sweat. We’re looking like bronzed lobster “after examples” in medical weight loss ads. It’s great. (PS I will never, ever convince myself in January that I should join a gym. That would be silly.) It’s like the entire month of May becomes farmer hell week. So here’s what we were up to during our month of May.
So we’ve been really quiet on the blogosphere lately… shame on us! See, what had happened was that we got hella busy you know… farming. But that’s no excuse! But we’re going to make it up to you, I promise. Here’s a rundown of what we’ve been up to and where we’ve been lately:
It’s finally time to put all of our greenhouse starts into the ground and start direct sowing! We’ve been waiting and waiting and waiting for the weather to cooperate with us, but now that we finally have the garden tilled and the beds made, we’re ready to get into the garden.
Welcome to Such and Such Farm! Allow us to introduce ourselves and give you a look around the place. My boyfriend, Dave, and I dreamt of living a life in the country, creating art, growing our own food and becoming self-suficient as much as possible. In July 2011, we moved to our 88 acre farm in Jefferson County, about an hour south of St. Louis. The farm includes hay fields, surrounding wooded areas, fresh water springs that feed into a creek (complete with swimmin’ hole), a stocked man-made catfish pond, plenty of out buildings (including the barn, metal shop and wood shop) and a cute farm house. Now that you have the basic idea, let me introduce you to everyone on the farm…