My Favorite Time of Year

The babies are here!  Just in time too.  My heart gets so excited when the daffodils start turning yellow in their buds.  It means that spring is coming.  I remember this time of year when I was pregnant, and now to take Narina who whispers "baby sheep, big mama sheep" as we step closer, is not only heart warming but surreal.  This week has been so busy.  With Dan away, two markets coming up, and a lot of custom orders, it was nice to step out into the cold and enjoy the beauty of farm life. 

 

On the Farm

 

We are so lucky to have amazing landlords.  They have such beautiful land and they are open to us enjoying it, which makes me very happy.  It is calving season here.  When we were told we could go see the two newborns I was pretty excited.  By the time we were able to get around to seeing them, there were four.  After giving birth to my own child, I couldn't help but feel a kinship to the mamas in waiting.  Full, big, slow. Except for one calf, the babes were shy and quiet.  The mamas kept guard.  We went with dear friends who were visiting. The kids loved it and loved being able to run freely around the farm.  

You can tell by the last photo, my daughter is smitten.

Sharing the Love

Six years ago we made out for the first time. 
Now we have little Narina sharing lots of love with us on Valentine's Day. 
Time is funny but more importantly, love is magnificent.

What exactly is an Oast House?

oast [əʊst]n Chiefly Brit

1. a kiln for drying hops

2. Also called oast house a building containing such kilns, usually having a conical or pyramidal roof

From Wikipedia:
"They consist of two or three storeys on which the hops were spread out to be dried by hot air from a wood or charcoal-fired kiln at the bottom. The drying floors were thin and perforated to permit the heat to pass through it and escape through a cowl in the roof which turned with the wind. The freshly picked hops from the fields were raked in to dry and then raked out to cool before being bagged up and sent to the brewery. The Kentish dialect word kell was sometimes used for kilns ("The oast has three kells.") and sometimes to mean the oast itself ("Take this lunchbox to your father, he's working in the kell.")."

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