Quarantine Tales

By the time Friday rolled around,

we were ready for a sunny day...

and we got just that!

As I lay there in the front pasture on my stomach

staring at the blue sky behind the daffodils,

I felt a deep sense of peace and tranquility.

Spring has arrived in all her glory...

with each day revealing more and more spectacular hues

into a world that has for so many months

been devoid of color.

Eager to get out and about in the world,

we hopped onto our bicycles and took off on a long ride.

We covered 15 miles of countryside.

I felt the freedom of childhood within my soul

as I pedaled up hill and down,

with the wind in my ears.

After spending so much time at home,

it was wonderful to get a change of scenery,

as well as a good dose of exercise.

When we returned home, we set about

to build a tunnel in the garden.

I transplanted the kale and lettuce plants from the greenhouse

and sowed some extra lettuce and spinach seeds.

We will uncover the hoops during the daylight hours,

but cover them back up for the cold nights.

All of these plants are cold-tolerant, but I hate

to press my luck.

We could still have some very cold nights ahead.

I am so happy that we spent Friday out of doors,

because Saturday and Sunday brought nothing but storms

and heavy rain.

By Sunday, the daffodils were standing in the midst of a 

pasture stream...

the sheep were quite bedraggled...

and the pond was almost over-flowing.

There's nothing worse than being stuck in a soaking wet 

wool sweater!

We were able to take the dogs for a woodsy walk Sunday afternoon.

Originally we had planned a trip to North Carolina this weekend

to visit with Ryan and Bekah,

as well as some friends.

Needless to say, those plans were cancelled.

However, because we had planned for farm help for the weekend,

we took the weekend off from farm chores

and had a staycation instead.

I spent Saturday making 

a gingham shirt for Reginald...

Clementine Cat...

and Sunday making Phinneas T. Phox...

photos tomorrow, as his clothes were not finished at the time 

of this writing.

I might have to share some of these critters' adventures around the farm 

in future blogs.

I received a question about our old log cabin in Friday's comments.

This structure dates back to the 1750's.

On examining the structure, it appears that the original cabin

may have only had one room.  

Eventually a second room was added as well as a second floor.

A tiny, narrow staircase leads from the second room upstairs.

It was inhabited up until the 1960's.

It has no indoor plumbing, and only rudimentary electricity.

It was, however, built over a spring.

We have had a lot of work done over the years

to preserve this wonderful piece of history.

And we were so lucky, last summer, to meet a family 

who had once lived in this old cabin.

We have had a brush with Covid-19 in our family.

One of our kids contracted it, but is recovering nicely.

We are praying that this is the last case within

our family.

These are scary times, indeed.

Be safe, friends.  Be well.