I haven't written much lately. What's been happening?
I got all the outbuildings painted by an old friend who is, incidentally, a painter, and coincidentally, I ran into in the vet's office mid-May. So... one barn (lambing barn) was entirely re-painted, while 8-9 other small-to-huge, smokehouse-to-machine-shed barns got doors and windows and roof trim painted. All fresh!
A friend, Trish, my daughter, Emily, and my mom all helped me to plant the vegetable garden and flowerpots around the house.
Love that. The theme here is, "getting help" on this farm, since my husband was diagnosed in March with a scary form of cancer-- malignant fibrous histiocytoma-- I'll say its name.
Howard has to take chemo monthly for 4 months, then surgery, then radiation for 2 more months. You can see how just running to doctors and clinics would take up all available extra time, hence, the need for extra help.
Water ran like a wide creek through their pasture, between trees in the pine windbreak, and into the rams' pasture.
I found the (4) rams in their plastic port-a-hut, similarly up to their knees in water, and when I called, they popped out of it.
I could only hope that all sheepies found higher, dryer ground at the end of the pasture.
This morning, the sun was shining brightly, with lakes in fields and yards all around.