I’ve been thinking about this blog for a while. I haven’t been writing about my adventures in farming, and I started to wonder why I don’t really have much to say on the subject anymore. After all, I still have ducks, chickens, and geese. I’m still learning from them every day I walk out to bring them water, feed, and have a morning chat. So what gives? I suppose it’s because my little front yard farm has become routine to me. Writing about it everyday would be like having a parenting blog and spending all my time talking about how, once again, the kids wouldn’t put their damn shoes on for school. I don’t know how it is for the reader, but it gets boring for the writer. So, time for a change.
Besides writing about the little farm, expect to see future posts on crochet, knitting, photography, and the occasional poem. I’m passionate about crochet and knitting. I love the feel of yarn, hook, and needles. When I take them up, and begin to work, my stress and anxiety disappear for a little while. I take my current project with me wherever I go, like Linus with his blanket. It’s difficult for me to imagine a time when I didn’t crochet or knit, but I didn’t teach myself until I was in college. Crocheting was something my Grandma Shafer did, and since I’ve always thought she was a very cool lady, it was something I wanted to learn, and so I did. Last winter I taught myself to knit because it was something my mom did, and since she’s passed away, I thought it would be a way I could connect with her. I thought learning to knit would be a struggle, but so far it’s gone pretty smoothly.
I don’t know that I’m passionate about photography, but it’s something I really like to do – which kind of cracks me up. When I was in high school, I took a photography class, and got an F. The only F I ever got in school, and boy was my mom pissed at me. My dad was a bit understanding after I explained I had quit doing anything in the class because the teacher regularly made fun of my East Tennessee accent (my family had just moved to Alaska from Tennessee, needless to say I didn’t talk like any of my classmates). I swore to myself I’d never have anything to do with it again, and mostly stuck with that attitude, until my husband noticed I liked taking pictures of the chickadees and the creek by our house with my phone, and got me Canon to play around with. It’s one of the best gifts I’ve ever been given.
Wondering how the farm is doing, and if I’ll ever write about it again? I’m sure I will! We still have snow everywhere, but the light is getting longer. The ducks and geese should start laying any day now. When I bring them water in the morning I remind them of this fact. They tell me to be patient, they’ll lay when they lay. I tell them I haven’t had a fresh egg since October, and they say it will be just a bit longer, and then there will be so many eggs I won’t know what to do with them all.