Turning 60
I have felt the magnitude of each of the decades in my rear view, in some way. My 20’s, I was psyched and totally high on life. 30, also psyched and totally enjoying earning a living and able to really enjoy the fruits of my labor alas, with slight pause that I left my 20’s. 40’s really hit but turned out to be my best decade to date. My 50’s, I thought would be worse but were pretty darn great. Turning 60 has taken a few deep, guttural swallows.
As the reality sinks in, I’m still digesting it. It feels WEIRD .
It seems I look at everything a bit differently…
and everyone looks at me a bit differently too…it seems.
When I think about the decades gone by I can summarize, I had a lot of fun in my 20’s and 30’s. I was trying to figure out who I was and what I really wanted out of my glorious life and what I wanted to contribute to this wonderful world. In my 40’s many of my life’s dreams came to fruition. My 50’s I was living those dreams. 60’s, well, yet to be seen….
My genetics gift me with a full head of white hair! So, when I get used to having all this white hair, I’ll have to agree I have a good head of it and then it shouldn’t be so bad?
As I’m sure everyone does, the “senior” discounts come as mixed blessings. I really looked deep for the glory in it all. Excited to get them but hated being asked.
One birthday wisher said they were her BEST years. I want so for that to be true and I am hopeful that will be so.
Alas, I’m still swallowing.
Let the New Year Begin
So, if you are feeling the emotional pull of the holiday past and have no outlet worthy of your drama, just think forward to the year ahead...that's what I did.
What are New Years resolutions all about anyway? A new year, new start? Organization? Planning? Goals? I imagine all the above would be considered sound reasoning.
According to Wikipedia a 2007 a study about new years resolutions involving 3,000 people showed that 88% of those who set New Year resolutions fail, despite the fact that 52% of the study's participants were confident of success at the beginning. Men achieved their goal 22% more often when they engaged in goal setting, (a system where small measurable goals are being set; such as, a pound a week, instead of saying "lose weight"), while women succeeded 10% more when they made their goals public and got support from their friends.
I have always been a big new years resolution gal. I haven't had much success with them but each and every year I proclaim a few more. I proclaim I will clean more, eat less, work harder, exercise more, be more grateful...it's a wonder I have time for everyday living. Truth is, as the year moves forward, everyday living kicks in and all those grandiose plans are forgotten...at least until the next new year.
We set out each year planning for our farm too. We have the same goal setting approach but try to be a bit less casual about the results, it is our livelihood after all. In the business environment it's referred to as forecasting.
Forecasting is the process of making statements about events whose actual
outcomes (typically) have not yet been observed....wikipedia
Sounds like "resolutions" to me
In 2014 we plan to grow our flock. Calling it resolutions or forecasting matters not, our motivations are the same. We established a goal, based on previous results. We simply recognized that demand exceeds supply. We did some forecasting and set a goal. Our goal was achievable because our farm, our acreage to be exact, can support more sheep.
At the core of our mission, always, is to raise healthy happy animals and that means providing the proper conditions. Plain and simple, there needs to be enough good quality grass for the number of sheep.
Our goal:doable!
Truth is each year on the farm we make lots of plans. We plan not to have any noxious weeds in our pasture, each year we do. Each year we plan not to loose sheep, each year we do.
Each year I am made very aware that we are not in control here. Each year I am reminded, no matter our desired outcome, mother nature will preside over the results.
Whether in our personal lives or our businesses, we set each new year in motion hoping to create some modem of control, yet it is not to be....
The Spider and the Butterfly
My sweet husband often reminds me of a childhood memory of his, a teacher would often ask "wonder why they call them butterflies, not flutter bys'?" Watch a butterfly. You don't see butter but you sure see flutter.
In the mornings I try to walk.
My morning walks are surrounded only by the sounds, smells and movements of nature. There isn't much else around me. Point is, I'm especially aware in these early morning moments. On this particular
morning walk
I noticed the frantic flutter of a butterfly's wings suspended in a not yet bloomed cluster of milkweed. The butterfly was obviously in trouble. I had to help! So I approached the butterfly. Sorry no photos. I don't carry technology with me on my walks. It didn't take long to notice that the butterfly was caught in a spider web. Even better, little miss spider(nothing little about her really) sat, perched on the branch above, waiting for the last flap of the beautiful butterfly's wings.
Breakfast!
I couldn't just let this travesty take place. Death and dining by a yucky old spider! The milkweed was situated on the embankment, not an easy access point for me to reach. With a little ingenuity I was able to whisk the web loose from the butterfly and off she flew as high as my neck could reach to see.
Oh my heart felt free; and happy
. I almost skipped the next distance. After my heart came back down to earth I began worrying about what I had done. I mean really, I had to have
something
to worry about. After all, the spider has to eat. I interfered with her breakfast. I'm not fond of spiders that's true. I don't imagine many of us are. I do try to respect
all Gods creatures
though.
We raise an endangered breed of sheep, the
s on our farm. As such, I am aware of many of the teachings and beliefs of the Navajo Indians.
is a wonderful spiritual story that suggests
weaving and the spiders web are interconnected
.
I might wrinkle my nose or scream at the idea of a spider. I really don't appreciate the itchy whelps I find about my body from time to time. I must admit though I have a sense of respect for them too...at least my higher self does!
So, I continued to walk thinking of the spider and feeling bad.
I had interfered with the natural process
. Not respecting the cycle of life I took matters into my hands and saved that butterfly. I interfered in the natural process!
Wait just a minute,
aren't I part of the process too?
Isn't that all part of life? Unsuspecting people interfere all the time. Get in the way. Ky bosh a plan. By the time I walked out as far as I wanted to go and turned to circle back to the farm I had concluded I would go apologize to the spider but not feel too much guilt for what I had done. My motivations were genuine. Maybe she wouldn't even be there? As I got closer to the specific frond of milkweed I looked and you cannot imagine what I saw...the milkweed was
covered with unsuspecting butterflies!
So, Ms. spider might not have had breakfast but she would feast on lunch and dinner too. Milkweed attracts butterflies. Ms Spider knows that too. I stopped, looked close and said, "sorry about your breakfast but from the looks of things you'll be dining fine in no time." I turned to continue my way home. I couldn't help but think how easily a thoughtful gesture can be considered otherwise. How easily our kind reach can be considered interference.
I chuckled at myself over the whole ordeal. I smile at the moments spent that morning with the spider and the butterfly.
What I realized. in the end,
everything turns out as it should
Prada to Carhart
Several years ago on my journey to find a farm I'd set my eyes on a place in the hills of North Carolina. A picturesque 20 acre farm situated on a hillside. Previously, an alpaca farm. The owners built a very specific structure with human living space above and alpaca living quarters below. Warm summer days plus piles of alpaca poop adds up to ripe aromas. Didn't they know that architectural design went back centuries and had been dispensed with probably because the residents couldn't withstand the rising perfumes?
They built the place to incorporate elaborate fans and exhaust plans so they would only be consumed with alpaca cuteness...nothing else. It really was a glorious place. At the time I really had my sites set on it. Am I glad today it didn't work out? You betcha. A switch to farming was a shock to my financial reality as it was without saddling myself with more debt and less land to farm. Never the less, it was an education and an adventure that entertained me until I could fine MY farm.
At the time this was all going down a friend of mine said, "oh, your going to farm where the farmers wear lace". I spent my first adult life very conscious of fashion. I loved clothes and all the adornments. For some reason at that moment I defended the honor of all female farmers before me and those yet to find their way.
My head spun toward him and I said, "...and why not?"
Why just because we farm would folks assume "lace" was out of the question? Maybe it was a path I would soon discover.
Maybe it was a bra about to be burned?
Now, several years later as I speak from the tractor seat I have a much better understanding of the roots of such perceptions. No, lace isn't a farm worthy fabric this is true. There are certain realities in farming that become the "fabric" of your day. Utility takes precedent over frills. You wear things that are tear resistant, wash hardy (they get washed ALOT), weather protective and last but not least you look for quality in what you wear more then ever before...your clothes have to stand up to hard wear and tear. Your adornments are chosen by need not complimentary color or bling. Your gloves are where you can most easily access them, your cell phone is where it won't fall out as your bending over or hurling bales of hay and your boot socks are usually chosen by what's not currently covered in mud!
So, again back to why I'm writing this today...my female (and male) farming friends have found their own individual way to express their fashionable side. Our designers are different and we probably pick up our farm seed at the same place we choose some of our clothing.
Regardless, the farmer fashionista does exist. As I've said before, don't ever underestimate what's under those Carharts!
The rams are back in their pasture
Each year in the fall the rams (boy sheep) get moved in with ewes (girls)...it's breeding time! Since my background isn't in livestock or farming I am inclined to blush at the sites and thoughts of all the goings on around here. I have an even greater imagination when it comes to the romancing I'm convinced takes place.
We have different pastures with different rams in each pasture. We decide which ram goes with which ewes based on blood lines. We just want to be sure there's no inbreeding. Not too long ago I had someone jokingly say, "picking their beau's are you?" Believe me, I did not laugh that off. For a day or so I had to wrestle with the possibility that I might be involved in arranged marriages of sorts. Making the final decision for these girls, really!
My justification rested in the fact that every ram on this farm is handsome and therefore these gals wouldn't mind. I mean they don't have to rely on them for anything other then pretty babies and I hope a romantic evening, of sorts.
So, the day approaches sometime in October each year. We watch the calender. For the sheep, the rams especially, they know. This year Mi Sueno, our #1 ram, stood in the corner of his pasture for some 30 days before it was time. Longingly staring at the ewes in the adjoining pastures. They say the moon, stars and earths influences tell them it's that time of year again.
The other rams didn't show much interest but they haven't been around the block as many times as Mi Sueno so they're not quite as tuned in. With very specific direction we send each ram strategically to they're perspective harem. It is such a change in dynamics on the farm I stick around and feed my imagination. I know when she bats those eyelashes...I saw it! As I describe to anyone who wants to listen, each of our rams has a very different style. Mi Sueno, magnificent as he is, has one thing on his mind. It is a job. It's not work he'd trade for anything but that's all it is, his job. He joins the gals one day, does his job, and regardless of the number of days past on the calender, he tells us when he is ready to get leave the mixed company! Each year we know, when Mi Sueno starts getting rough with girls, he's had enough of whatever they were offering...he has forgotten again for another 12 months.
White Lightening is a handsome young ram with great promise just not enough years to build a reputation. I know he is just discovering who he is but I still contend they each have their own style. He hasn't shown a single sign that he bred or was interested in such. We won't really know until it's lambing time but I've seen his type before, he's just the private type. He nibbles on their ears and asks them if they'd like to dance. I've actually heard cooing before.
Yesterday we moved the rams back to their pasture. As we open the gate for them to join their fellow rams, they look back toward the ewes, as if to say, "am I sure about this" then forward they move to the other rams calling, "come and get us".
Each ram being different in character, one looks back at the ewes again and then at me saying please can I stay with the girls while another doesn't give it a second thought, off he goes ramming rams! Once together they butt heads jump on each other and bully about. They are boys, happy to be back together.
So you see some might say they're just animals and that I have too vivid an imagination but I say, nope, not too far from our own stories of romance...sans the music and candlelight!
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September 2024
- Sep 10, 2024 Back to basics with sheep healthcare Sep 10, 2024
- Sep 10, 2024 Mac and Cheese Bites Sep 10, 2024
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August 2024
- Aug 12, 2024 Tales of a female farmer Aug 12, 2024
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July 2024
- Jul 12, 2024 Caring for sheep hides Jul 12, 2024
- Jul 11, 2024 Cucumber Lemonade Jul 11, 2024
- Jul 1, 2024 Cucumber Gazpacho Jul 1, 2024
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May 2024
- May 23, 2024 Almonds, Sweet and Spicy May 23, 2024
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January 2024
- Jan 17, 2024 Sheep fencing gone wrong… Jan 17, 2024
- Jan 17, 2024 In the beginning :Tales from the shepherd Jan 17, 2024
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April 2023
- Apr 3, 2023 The journey to vegetarian, or not? Apr 3, 2023
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March 2023
- Mar 20, 2023 Making sense of scents, or not... Mar 20, 2023
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February 2023
- Feb 26, 2023 Lamb Sliders Feb 26, 2023
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March 2022
- Mar 15, 2022 HOW TO BE THE BEST SHEPHERD: Lessons from a sheep Mar 15, 2022
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January 2022
- Jan 17, 2022 Lamb Bone Broth /Stock Jan 17, 2022
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April 2021
- Apr 26, 2021 Farming through Covid Apr 26, 2021
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June 2020
- Jun 19, 2020 Turning 60 Jun 19, 2020
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January 2020
- Jan 12, 2020 wool dryer ball transparency Jan 12, 2020
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September 2019
- Sep 10, 2019 It's hard not to project Sep 10, 2019
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June 2019
- Jun 21, 2019 Weaning, a whole new meaning Jun 21, 2019
- Jun 17, 2019 Strawberry Balsamic Basil Pops Jun 17, 2019
- Jun 10, 2019 Collard Salad Jun 10, 2019
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February 2019
- Feb 28, 2019 Shearing Day was not a washout! Feb 28, 2019
- Feb 5, 2019 The life of a sheep! Feb 5, 2019
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January 2019
- Jan 25, 2019 Lamb Liver Paté Jan 25, 2019
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August 2018
- Aug 23, 2018 Pokeweed, Friend or Foe? Aug 23, 2018
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July 2018
- Jul 20, 2018 Cucumbers Galore Jul 20, 2018
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September 2016
- Sep 5, 2016 Mother Nature's Lessons Sep 5, 2016
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August 2016
- Aug 23, 2016 Walking the Walk Aug 23, 2016
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July 2015
- Jul 2, 2015 To Wean or not to Wean Jul 2, 2015
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February 2015
- Feb 1, 2015 Sustainability & Our Precious Soil Feb 1, 2015
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July 2014
- Jul 24, 2014 Squash Lasagna Jul 24, 2014
- Jul 24, 2014 Squash Squares Jul 24, 2014
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June 2014
- Jun 2, 2014 Sustainability...What's it all about! Jun 2, 2014
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May 2014
- May 29, 2014 What I know now.... May 29, 2014
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April 2014
- Apr 4, 2014 Is the boss the farmer or the sheep? Apr 4, 2014
- Apr 3, 2014 Felted Chicks Apr 3, 2014
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January 2014
- Jan 28, 2014 Lamb Ribs Jan 28, 2014
- Jan 26, 2014 DIY Wool Dryer Balls Jan 26, 2014
- Jan 15, 2014 Let the New Year Begin Jan 15, 2014
- Jan 13, 2014 DIY Heat Jan 13, 2014
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October 2013
- Oct 30, 2013 WHOLEsome Food: EGGS Oct 30, 2013
- Oct 7, 2013 Cinnamon Pickles Oct 7, 2013
- Oct 7, 2013 Dog Biscuits Oct 7, 2013
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September 2013
- Sep 18, 2013 Peaches, Peaches everywhere Sep 18, 2013
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August 2013
- Aug 14, 2013 The Spider and the Butterfly Aug 14, 2013
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July 2013
- Jul 30, 2013 They don't wear galoshes Jul 30, 2013
- Jul 21, 2013 Blackberry Lime Jam Jul 21, 2013
- Jul 11, 2013 Lamb Sliders Jul 11, 2013
- Jul 9, 2013 Our Little Orchard Jul 9, 2013
- Jul 2, 2013 The Hay Bale Fiasco Jul 2, 2013
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May 2013
- May 17, 2013 My Secret Place May 17, 2013
- May 2, 2013 April. Did I miss it? May 2, 2013
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March 2013
- Mar 28, 2013 Prada to Carhart Mar 28, 2013
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February 2013
- Feb 21, 2013 Puttin Up the Fence Feb 21, 2013
- Feb 7, 2013 Lovely Cup of Chai Feb 7, 2013
- Feb 5, 2013 Looking for Llama's Feb 5, 2013
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January 2013
- Jan 29, 2013 Winter Garden Jan 29, 2013
- Jan 24, 2013 The rams are back in their pasture Jan 24, 2013
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September 2012
- Sep 7, 2012 Pickles! Sep 7, 2012
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June 2012
- Jun 13, 2012 Morning Gifts Jun 13, 2012
- Jun 5, 2012 Finding the Words Jun 5, 2012
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April 2012
- Apr 13, 2012 The girls and a few token boys! Apr 13, 2012
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March 2012
- Mar 30, 2012 Flavor! Mar 30, 2012
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October 2011
- Oct 9, 2011 Hay. A little three letter word that packs a PUNCH! Oct 9, 2011
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July 2011
- Jul 22, 2011 The Glorious Tomato Jul 22, 2011
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February 2011
- Feb 10, 2011 Shearing Day 2011 Feb 10, 2011
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November 2010
- Nov 30, 2010 This farm gives me Goose Bumps Nov 30, 2010
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July 2010
- Jul 23, 2010 Another aHaa Moment in Farming Jul 23, 2010
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February 2010
- Feb 24, 2010 Farmers Wearing Lace? Feb 24, 2010
- Feb 16, 2010 Girls with no Coats Feb 16, 2010
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January 2010
- Jan 4, 2010 Midnite on the farm Jan 4, 2010
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April 2009
- Apr 22, 2009 Hard Day on the Farm Apr 22, 2009
- Apr 15, 2009 Lamb Meatballs Apr 15, 2009
- Apr 14, 2009 Spring Apr 14, 2009
- Apr 14, 2009 Roasted Coffee Marinated Leg of Lamb Apr 14, 2009
- Apr 13, 2009 In the Beginning Apr 13, 2009