Saturday, November 07, 2009

November in Vermont

I used to pack up and head to the deep south every November. I would return just after Thanksgiving in time for the first winter snows. It seemed like the logical time to leave Vermont. By November, the beautiful fall foliage had disappeared and the weather had a nip to it that sent chills down my spine. My body had not quite adjusted to the change of season and I was reminded of the cold pockets in the house.


Today, I can't say that there is any other place I would rather be than right here on our farm this November day. It is funny how our perspective changes. Though the fall foliage has passed, God has painted a gorgeous palate of color right outside my door. This morning, my daughter captured the rich November morning colors across the mountains. The evergreen trees stand out against the gray leafless trees. The lingering green grass is a striking contrast against the golden stalks and remaining leaves and the sky presents varying shades of blue in the bright sunlight.


The air was cool today despite the sun shining. The breeze forced me to put a hat and mittens on though my jacket remained unbuttoned. I found the cool weather invigorating and the sun inviting instead of bitter and depressing. The sheep enjoyed the coolness of the day as well since their coats are long now. This summer they stood out easily in the lush green fields but today you can barely see them against the treeline. Their coats blend in with the woods behind them and the brown leaves on the ground.

This evening, I captured yet a different palate of color on the horizon as the sun sank beneath the distant mountains. Pink, purple, and gold was all that was left of our sunny day as the sun disappeared. So I think I will stay here in Vermont this November and many more to come. I will enjoy the change of colors and the change
of weather and be forever thankful for the beauty of this season!

Friday, October 23, 2009

Time to Settle In

There are times in your life when every day is full and you wonder how you will accomplish all that needs to be done. Your feet hit the floor in the morning running and they don't stop until long past a normal bedtime hour. The house isn't as orderly as usual, meals are haphazardly thrown together and sometimes missed and piles of mail and unfinished business fill every empty surface. This fall has been one of those seasons.


The past 6 weeks have been quite busy. It began the weekend we had our goats sheared. I am reminded of this because the bags containing their fleeces still sit in my dining room waiting for me to skirt them and wash them. Our cat Emma doesn't seem to mind the bags being there. She has found them to be a comfy warm spot for napping. With the start of a new home school year, a senior in the house looking for colleges, soccer and ballet starting back, sheep festivals, and a family wedding, I have had little time for napping or sorting through fleeces.

In all of our busyness, we have been blessed with numerous wonderful B&B Farm stay guests this fall. Each set of visitors was very special and unique in their own way. Their gratitude and enthusiasm was truly appreciated. Each of them went home knowing a little bit more about our farm and Vermont rural living. Many commented on the peacefulness or the fresh air. Others were impressed with the beauty of the mountains. Some of our guests helped with chores before enjoying breakfast by the wood stove and one very special group of ladies filled our house with much laughter.

With no more guests in our books for the near future it is time to settle in to a slower pace and to finally tend to those fleeces.

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

October Morning

The leaves are at their peek color here on our hillside farm. Mornings are crisp and often fog blankets the valleys. Colorful leaves lay along the path in the woods and along the roadside. Wild apple trees are full of apples. All of the animals seem to know that it is autumn.


In the mornings, the ewes are sleeping as closely to the rams as they can get though separated by a couple hundred feet. The boys do the same and often stand on their side of the pasture gazing in the direction of the girls.



Come take a walk with me this October morning.

Monday, October 05, 2009



Congratulations Kristen!

Yahoo!!! We are so excited for our friend Kristen Judkins, winner of the Great Goat Give Away at Martha Vineyard's Farm! This weekend was the Vermont Sheep & Wool Festival. Kristen was ecstatic when she stopped by my booth early on Saturday to tell me that her essay was in first place with the most votes. She knew that she still may not be chosen to win the goats but she was very hopeful. Sunday morning, Kristen came leaping through the vendor hall unable to contain her excitement. Her face was beaming as she told me about her new herd of goats. Wow!

I felt that Kristen's essay was fantastic. It revealed a lot about who she is as a person....her passions, what drives her, and her values and ethics, ...She is so inspiring! Thinking about Kristen and reading her essay has made me remember what it was like when I first moved to Vermont 20 some odd years ago with my husband. Here is my story...

Kristen reminds me of myself and Chuck, my husband, when we first moved to VT from the Washington, DC area. We were just ecstatic about being here. I couldn't get over how beautiful and clean it was and our family back home just couldn't begin to understand. I would just stand in our little meadow in Brookfield and marvel at God's creation all around me.

We were the laughing stock of the neighbors as we tilled the huge garden by hand with a shovel. Finally, the second year, one neighbor came over with his tiller for us to use. I had no idea they even made such a thing. Then we stood there with our book call Cold Climate Gardening reading the pages we needed as we planted each vegetable.

Our first animals were chickens. There was the egg lady that walked our road everyday selling us her fresh eggs. One day, she came bearing chicks telling me that it was time for me to raise my own chickens for eggs. I remember vividly my little 1 and 3 year old sitting on the kitchen floor with their "blankies" spread out for the chicks to sit on. They cuddled each chick. Our first flock of chickens provided us with many eggs.

A few years later Jenn and Kyle of Fat Rooster Farm took a natural childbirth class I was teaching. They had just begun farming and their farm was quickly growing. Jenn's enthusiasm for life and what she did was catchy. I pelted her with millions of questions. Jenn was instrumental in helping us begin to raise our own meat. At first she would order the chicks for me and let us bring our few chickens to her farm on slaughter day. Then one year she turned us lose saying we could do it all on our own now. She has always been there when I had a question or a sick chicken. She has nursed my rooster back to health more than once.

Jenn also introduced us to the world of pigs. We began raising pigs for meat selling the extra meat to friends and neighbors. This endeavor became a community event again providing much entertainment to our immediate neighbors. The first time we brought piglets home we put them in their newly built pen to have them escape in less than 30 minutes time. "Did you get pigs?" the neighbor said over the phone. "Yes, why?" we asked. "There are two piglets running around in my yard! was the reply. Chasing pigs became a neighborhood event that occurred several times over the course of the summer.

Then came sheep. The wonderful woman who read stories at the local library to preschoolers once a week introduced us to sheep. She and her husband, long retired from their jobs, raised sheep. We would go to her farm every year at lambing season. Justine would put a little lamb in our arms. She encouraged us to visit with her neighbor who also raised sheep. This man was named Bill and he had the most gorgeous sheep I had ever seen, Romneys. His barn was full of beautiful fleeces just sitting in bags. Bill spent countless hours with us answering our many questions. We researched, visited other farms, and consulted with Chet Parson the sheep expert of VT numerous times. At last Chet said, "Kim, quit researching and go get some sheep."

So we borrowed a truck, from Jenn, and called Bill to get three sheep ready for us. The truck didn't have a cap so we had to hog tie the sheep and lay them in the bed. Chuck rode in the back of the truck with them to be sure they didn't try to get up. On the way home, it poured rain but we made it safely and the sheep just lay very still. It is so funny now that I think back on those early days with sheep. We had no idea what we were doing or how they behaved or thought. The learning curve was steep but fun!

Now, our farm has angora goats....a new adventure with a new learning curve. Life is never dull here on our farm. There is always much to be done, much that should have been done, and much that never will get done. Some days it is all overwhelming knowing that these animals rely upon me for their care but it is well worth it all.

Saturday, October 03, 2009

The World's Fair
Country fairs abound in the villages of Vermont in the summer and early fall months. These fairs began as a way for the local farmers to showcase their produce and animals from which they earned their livelihood. Selecting their best vegetables, flowers, canned goods, maple syrup, hand crafted items, cows, chickens, pigs, sheep, and goats, they would travel to the village to gather with neighbors to encourage one another.

Over a hundred years later this same spirit and love of Vermont's agricultural heritage continues as thousands descend upon the fair grounds throughout the state. While at the fair our family spends most of our time in the display buildings and barns. Vegetables line table after table. This year, I was most impressed with the largest zucchini, which weighed in at 40 pounds! My Cinderella pumpkin took the first place ribbon. The barns are always full. As you walk along the outside of the buildings cows will stick their head out the windows. The poultry house was full with hens of every color and size imaginable and a rooster crowed continuously from his high position in his cage.

Our favorite spot, I must admit, is the sugar shack where free samples of maple cotton candy are given out. The line for maple sundaes is always long but well worth the wait and the maple sugar candies are to die for. Clear bottles of golden syrup line shelves on the wall with blue first place ribbons hanging from them.

The various contests bring the most crowds. This year we missed the horse pulling contest where the huge work horses pull heavy blocks. It is amazing to watch their massive chests heave under the weight. The sheep dog trials were fantastic. The dogs maneuver the sheep through the obstacle course and finally penned them at the end of the run.


For four days the fair grounds bustle with activity bringing fair goers from many miles away. The fair seems mark the end of summer and the beginning of fall. We are fortunate to have such a fair only a few miles from our farm--The World's Fair in Tunbridge, VT.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Shearing Day!
My little goats lost their coats last week. Thankfully it was a warm and sunny day when we had a shearer come to shear the goats. The goats were quite curious about these two people who had come sniffing them as they set up. Fern and her little doeling Charlotte went first. Fern was not very vocal but she certainly was not happy with what was happening to her nice curls. Charlotte on the other hand did not hesitate to let all of us know that she was not happy with losing her curls.

Periwinkle and her doeling Valentine were next in line for shearing. Perwinkle let her shearer know what she thought of him with little nips with her teeth. Valentine called to her mom continuously just making Periwinkle all the more upset. Little curly locks of fiber fell to the shearing floor and I quickly scooped them up before the wind could blow them away.

The goats looked quite silly without their long curls. Once sheared, I found it difficult to tell the babies apart. Their distinct looks are in the way their curls hang down their foreheads and without those, I had a hard time telling who was who. I now have to rely upon their voices as Charlotte is the louder of the two.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

All of our summer fiber camps and classes have come to an end and we are headed into our fall routine of fairs, festivals, and the beginning of a new home school year. We were blessed by the enthusiasm of those who drove out to our farm for classes. Our visitors came from many as near as Bethel, VT and as far away as Nova Scotia. Here is the summer in review.

Felting Classes

Mommy & Me Summer Camp




Natural Dye Workshops

Fiber Preparation Class