Farm & Garden
I think my brain exits my body through a pen. Every time I write something down it is gone forever from my mind.
Squeals had been echoing through the Katama Barn at the Farm Institute for 14 hours while three mamma pigs labored last week. Mariah, Carrie and Rhonda, the large sows who together produced 23 piglets, began farrowing Thursday afternoon and by Friday morning were not pleased with all the commotion.
“It’s okay, mamma, it’s okay,” said farm manager Julie Olson, cradling the tiniest newborn piglet from one of three litters. “Everybody’s talking.”
I hate to complain about the weather when it has been positively beautiful for the past week or so. I need rain. I know you nongardeners out there think we had plenty earlier this spring.
With the rolling fields of the Keith Farm next door and Lucy Vincent Beach in the distance, Chris Fischer tried to hand off a piglet over the fence at Beetlebung Farm
I wonder when Decoration Day turned into Memorial Day? As a child, I believe it was used interchangeably. I thought of geraniums and cemeteries.
It is awfully early in the gardening year to be facing discouragement. I leave flats of perfectly beautiful seedlings sitting here and there.