Apparently there’s a scary movie out about lambs. You know what I say to that? The real spooky thing is living in a society that constantly tells us we’re not enough: Not productive enough, not pretty enough, not popular enough. Come on, sheeple. Do your own research: You are absolutely enough, exactly as you are. — Puck
Here’s What’s Happening At Good Spirits Farm
One of the many things I love about farming is that nature is full of surprises. I swore I planted seeds for candy roaster squash, which are long and thin—or at least were last year when I grew them! Somehow, this is what popped up. If anyone knows what this might be, I’d love to hear it! (And I sure hope we can /will want to eat them, because I have a lot of them!)
We are officially on “armyworm” watch. These caterpillars wll decimate acres upon acres of pasture in just a day or two, and they’re absolutely ravaging the mid-Atlantic right now. Several neighbors have reported losing big swaths of their pastures, so I am really on edge. These last few weeks before the first frost are our last chance to grow and stockpile grass for the winter. Being hit by armyworms right now would be pretty disastrous. We’re hoping our chickens and turkeys, plus all the wild birds and spiders we try to encourage to take up residence on our farm, will keep the population small enough that we don’t lose our fields entirely. I will definitely breathe a sigh of relief when our first frost hits and the danger passes.
The reviews are in on the hay we had delivered last week! Nice grassy notes with a clean clover finish and plenty of East Tennessee terroir, says Benni! What a relief to have a barn full of hay ready to go for this winter!
Here’s What I Loved This Week
My nickname is “the work boot killer” because I murder my boots after about four months of wear. I bought a new pair from a company that specializes in horsey equipment, and this note was in the package. I love that someone recognized my name and remembered I own the horse that used to belong to her friend. I love how small our big old world is, and how strangers will sometimes take a moment to be kind for no other reason than the opportunity presents itself.