There is no happier day on the farm—if you’re a grassfed steer, that is—than that day in spring when the farmers finally deem the grazing fields open for business. Today was that day.
“People who root themselves in places are likelier to know and care for those places
than are people who root themselves in ideas.
When we cease to be migrants and become inhabitants,
we might begin to pay enough heed and respect to where we are.
By settling in, we have a chance of making a durable home for ourselves,
our fellow creatures,
and our descendants.”
–Scott Russell Sanders
Most people don’t tend to think of spring as a date on a calendar. Sure, March 20th is the first official day of the season, but if it’s a blustery, wintry March 20th does that really count? And if it doesn’t, what does?
And what gardener doesn’t joyously exclaim “Spring is here!” when they see the first daffodil, with its bright yellow petticoats, adorning the yard?
But on the farm? On the farm nothing quite says “Spring is here!” like the first calf of the season.
In Irish Grove, Spring officially started on April 8, 2011.
At 9:23 a.m. to be exact.
We live a half mile from the corner.
Just a half mile. It’s not far.
The kids and I decided to take a walk down the road to get a little exercise and enjoy the sunny afternoon.
We brought along a garbage bag to pick up some litter.
Can you believe we filled a 30-gallon black plastic garbage bag to the very, bursting top BEFORE we got halfway back?
People are pigs.
No, nevermind. I’d hate to insult pigs.
Some people are just nasty and disrespectful and lazy. GRRR.
Hey, it’s St. Patty’s Day! Luck o’ the Irish to you!
I’ve gathered up a few Irish tidbits for your enjoyment. The website I took them from–Ireland Fun Facts–calls them facts. Not accusing anyone, of course, but the Irish have been known to embellish once in awhile, especially when telling a story. And I’m simply too lazy to verify. (Now there’s the real truth of the matter!)
Truth or not, they’re fun to read through…and fun is one thing all Irish men and women can agree on. Enjoy!
Happy St. Patrick’s Day! And Happy Birthday, Laura!
Please enjoy the view from Panama!
Madelina showing off a Christmas present:
Bebo, Yami, Chelo and Dilsa dancing the night away:
The twins, Ashley and Darinel, enjoy their first ever visit to a swimming pool:
Ana and I grinding corn for bollos, a traditional Panamanian dish:
Elsa, filling corn husks with the bollo masa:
A lovely tarantula:
The kids, alligator ‘hunting’:
The lovely Panama landscape:
The lovely Panama landscape, i.e. mud, all over my boy:
Fun at the beach:
Armando in his Panama digs:
Ana, enjoying a laugh with her Aunts:
Marcel, being a goofball as usual:
Our nephews, Chelito and Joseph:
Yami and I, mixing up the tamale masa:
The view, when we returned:
Being the Midwestern, rural, hospitable and generous people that we are, we’re giving our family a long-lasting Christmas gift this year: the wonderful and most desirable opportunity to experience winter chores for 3 weeks!
And while they’re here basking in the winter glory and having the time of their lives…..
we’ll be in Panama, suffering with the heat and the humidity and the terrible, terrible company of friends and family.
We’ll suffer through the tropical fruits….
the mountainous vistas….
the comfort of mom/grandma….
the pristine beaches….
the fun with cousins….
the jokes and hilarious stories told by brothers…
the reminders of why you fell in love with your husband…
and the comforts of home.
It may be a long ways from Irish Grove, but it’s home all the same.
Yes, it’ll be rough. But we’ll make it through the next few weeks somehow. And so, since we won’t be seeing you for awhile….we wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
See ya in 2011!