Starting Over

     Nearly two years have passed since I last wrote a post for this blog, and likewise, two years have passed since I have had a farm to write about. But by fate, or perhaps mere fortune, I find myself again growing plants and raising animals. The past few years of exploring have led me to many amazing places, but in recent months, I have found my way back to my roots. This time around, with more treasured experiences than ever in my pocket.
   

Cultivating New Soil

     I am now based in Wethersfield, Vermont, just 15 miles down the Connecticut River from Hartland where I was raised. But in Vermont, as is true anywhere, the soil can vary immensely. There are times that I almost feel as though I am starting from scratch, learning to farm all over again, as I learn to work this new land. 

This years garden, stone raised beds that Greg built. 

     I can find familiarity in the livestock though. Somewhat less sensitive to the differences in soil and terrain, chickens feel comfortable as they always have. And the two Icelandic sheep that we have, although not as familiar as chickens still feel comfortable. It will undoubtedly be a journey, both to get to know the soil here, and then to care for it until it is as healthy and rich as the soil I am used to. 

 

The two newest chickens, a Copper Maran and a Black Australorp.
I also still have my four-year-old Icelandic chickens, as well as 12 Auracana chicks.

Splitting My Time

     I have recently bought a small cabin out in the woods, and am beginning the various repairs that it requires. It is situated on two and a half acres, mostly hilly and wooded. Useful for small livestock, but not ideal for large animals or gardening, although with some work this could be improved. 

     I am currently living with my boyfriend, Greg, on his six acres, where the beginnings of our homestead are taking place. The pull in two different directions is a challenge, but being able to share the joys of a homestead (as well as the responsibilities) is worth it.

EmmyLou and Rosa, our Icelandic sheep.