When we moved to our new home, I noticed an old white horse living in the pasture across the street. An elderly man would come out to feed him everyday but otherwise he was all alone. I found out that “Mr Freckles” was on the Sheriff’s mounted unit and his owner died a couple years ago. Her husband, the retired Chaplain for the Sheriff, was the man feeding Freckles. Meantime, Sassy wouldnt stop pacing the pasture, trying to keep her eyes on him, lonely for a buddy. So one day I stopped the Chaplain on his drive out and asked if he’d like to move Freckles to our pasture so the two old farts could have some companionship. Chaplain said it was “divine intervention” because he was unsure who would care for Freckles in the event he got ill or died (he is 86). Freckles has been here a week and so far he and Sassy are like an old married couple (Sassy is 30 and Freckles is 28). Even weirder, now she and Megan (picture #4) BOTH have “new men” that look exactly the same! I planned to do my first Editorial Board meeting with the two of them today but I’ve lost my voice. Welcome, Mr Freckles!
Remember how I survived that one day of farming in frigid Florida winter?
I don’t either.
The cold front, or “winter” as it’s called everywhere else, is over for now in Florida. After temperatures dropping in the 20s, we are back to high 70s & the beach. I still remember numb fingers while milking goats, wearing 4 layers to feed chickens, and seeing my breath. My sun-hat is off to those farming up north, just beginning to hunker down in the cold. One of the reasons we moved back to Florida from Washington state is that we like living in the country and raising animals, but I grew up in Florida so my tolerance for cold is low. Dealing with frozen water troughs, bursting pipes, numb toes - it’s just not my forté. My insulated overalls are back in the closet, waiting for a few more opportunities to work before spring break.
Spotted “Daddy” and “Mommy” cow over at the neighbor’s again today. Hot wire is in the near future but until then, we’re grateful for patient neighbors and cows who will at least return when called for dinner.
Lily and I had dreamed up a jam business recently after making some with our friend’s roselle - the “Florida cranberry”. Unfortunately after our first batch, his whole row of bushes died in this week’s frost. So, I will have to go back to selling fermented cod liver / butter oil! 🤣(Link below)
COD LIVER/BUTTER OIL
(10% off with promo code “ALISON”):
https://www.greenpasture.org/
MAKE-UP / SKIN CARE
(Promo code "Alison" for 10% off):
https://formlessbeauty.com/
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Never been happier to not vote in an election....
