I have been to the farm.
“The farm” is one of the most magical places I know. When I go there and visit my friends (three fantastically wonderful sisters) the days are filled with all the chores and activities that a farm requires and the nights, once all the animals are taken care of, are a time of relaxing on the deck, catching up with each other, enjoying the rhythmic sounds of the frogs and watching the Koi fish swim gracefully, slowly, in their pond.
The deck is also the vantage point for gazing at the lake, and how often can you say that? Down by the lake is a huge Blue Oak. I never get tired of looking at it, or taking photos of it. I must have dozens by now, some with cows and sheep, most without.
I was never a farm kid, but I did live in a farming community. I was a town kid. The town had a whopping 300 citizens, give or take a couple. Two of my uncles (Uncle Clyde and Uncle Elston) had the produce store, which is where the farmers came into town for feed, salt blocks (for the cattle to lick), sell their eggs and in the Springtime, buy boxes of precious little peeping, yellow chicks. I learned how to candle an egg from Uncle Elston and remember him taking time and gentle care with each egg as he checked to make sure there wasn’t a chicken already started inside the shell.
The first time I milked a cow I was afraid I was going to hurt her. Come to think of it, that was the only time I milked a cow. I was spending the night with my classmate Joyce. I loved going to her house; there was usually a lamb in a big galvanized tub behind the wood burning stove. We got to feed the lamb from a glass Pepsi bottle that had a nipple on it. One time when I was there we had quail for dinner.
Isak Dinesen wrote “I had a farm out of Africa.” Me, I could write “I had a couple of flower pots out of Marina Del Rey.”
Thank God I get to visit my friends, and the sheep, the cows and horses, the chickens and ducks and turkeys, the three dogs, Socks the cat, the frogs and fish, and let us not forget – Sabrina the llama!
But wait…..there’s more! The longer I know these three amazing women, the more in awe I am of them. Now they have introduced me to the magic of FELTING! Not that I know how to do it, but they sure do. Look at this!
(The photo doesn’t do this justice. I hope you have had a chance to see felting up close, it really is quite unique and feels very homespun (pun kinda intended).
p.s. Anyone know where I can get some truly fresh eggs, close by? Nah, I didn’t think so….