It’s a brand new year and we are looking forward to our first full year as a Bed and Breakfast. My goal is to write a weekly blog and post it on Sundays. I do post a notification on our Facebook page (Seaweed and Sod Farm Bed and Breakfast) but you can also subscribe and receive notification every time there is a new blog.
I originally wrote this blog on January 1, 2013 but there was a delay in getting it posted.
We had a green Christmas but winter arrived with a vengeance just in time for New Years. After a couple of days of high winds the weather settled down a bit today. With camera in hand, I took a quick walk down to the shore just before chores in hopes of coaxing out a sunset. Blue skies to the east mixed with snow-filled breezes from the west gave me hope but … the blowing snow and clouds prevailed. So sadly, there is no final sunset for 2012 or first evening sunset for 2013. I thought it was March that did the lion/lamb thing.
The WWOOFer season is over for another year and after having a houseful for almost two months it feels pretty quiet around here. There are less projects during the winter months but the chores are more involved and there are days when I wish I had more help. Dave does help when he can but mostly it is just me. In the winter it’s hard, lonely work. It’s cold and I’m usually not finished until after dark (thank you Dave for the extra anti-coyote security lighting). I have to gear up and then I’m too hot in the barn and freeze going to the manure pile. My glasses fog up. The feed bags are heavy, the sheep are always trying to sneak into the barn and the cats are underfoot. There’s water to haul. Climbing the ladder to the hayloft hurts my feet. It’s a struggle to push the full wheelbarrow to the top of the manure pile. Sometimes I have to shovel my way into the barn. My fingers freeze. My back and shoulder ache. I have to go out before bed and tuck everyone in. I’m out there when I’m tired, when I’m hungry and when I have to be cleaned up and out the door to be somewhere else for the evening. It’s three times a day, seven days a week. But you know what, I wouldn’t trade this for anything. I love my job! I crank up the fiddle tunes and immerse myself in the chores. Did you know that chickens make a gentle snoring sound when they sleep? Have you ever seen a hen lay an egg or listen to the peeping of a chick that hasn’t hatched yet or held a newborn lamb? Have you ever just leaned against the stall door and had a quiet moment with a horse or watched a llama chewing to the beat of the music? How about when the turkey’s strut their stuff … have you seen that? There’s sad stuff and frustrating stuff and hard stuff and amazing stuff and it’s all part of the package. The animals depend on me for their survival and it feels good both physically and mentally to be their caretaker. I call them the staff because they are expected to earn their keep (eggs, fibre, fun, etc.) but I do my best to keep them safe, healthy and happy. I tell ya, it does a body good when you’re a farmer.
A while back I asked our Facebook Group what kinds of things they’d like to see in this blog. In addition to my ramblings on about the day to day around here it has been suggested that I include earth-friendly tips and tidbits, facts/history of Cape Breton, and our favourite places to visit. So, today I will start with a Fun Fact. It just so happens that Santa brought Dave a book that is filled with all kinds of interesting facts and folklore about Cape Breton. Thanks Santa! This book is going to make my job a wee bit easier.
Fun Fact: One of the first things we noticed when we moved here 3 1/2 years ago was the local dialect. My personal favourite is the saying, “down north”. Cape Bretoner’s go “down” to Meat Cove (the northern tip of the island) and “up” to Halifax.
Apparently this saying has it’s roots in sailing. If you wanted to sail northeast you would, for the majority of your journey, make use of the prevailing wind which blows most commonly from the southwest. Thus you would be sailing “down wind” and therefore (sort of) “down north”.
This week’s picture is brought to you courtesy of The Jersey Girls. On December 20 we said a sad farewell to Buttercup. Although people say I saved the Jersey Girls the truth is that they saved me.
Run wild and free Buttercup (Dec 20/12) and Daisy (Apr 7/11). You will live on in my heart and your hooves will beat with the thunder!
That is it for this week. On behalf of myself, Dave and the “staff” we wish for you and yours a safe and joyous 2013.
Until next time ….
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