What day is it?

I’m certain I am not the only one wondering this, my children aren’t doing school work which means it must be the weekend, but what day? All the days seem to be melding together and like most people we have not been leaving the farm.

With two jobs lost this month (Myself first and then Toph) and both kids homeschooling, we are trying to live as normally as possible for their sake. Trying to keep in touch with family and friends via phone, email, and a tiny bit of Instagram here and there.

Coffee dates now happen over facetime and we try to keep up with the news without letting it overwhelm us.

We lounge around on cold rainy days


and watch seeds pop up


I’ve been playing with my new cricut



and tackling wool from last years sheep and wool festival


I have two tubs of romney among the several other tubs of shetland, alpaca, coopworth, finn, angora, corriedale, cotswold, and well whatever else I have. All needing to be combed, carded, maybe dyed, and spun up.

Projects have been finished (Half an hour ago)


and we are all just trying to keep ourselves cherry and look forward to the future. We continue to keep the world in our thoughts during this crazy time and hope that this will soon be over.

Stay Safe Folks!

Tiny visitor

Whether a creature has been in our lives for a long time or a short time, it is always sad when they are no longer with us. 

This weekend we found this little critter stuck in the grate in front of our door on the porch

He arrived near sunset after the stores around us had all closed, all of our heat lamps were given away when we moved and we had no eye droppers. So we warmed a rice pillow for him and made a mush of water and buckwheat and gave him a tiny littlest pet shop bowl full of water. He made it through the first night, sadly the next day he walked around as if he were drunk. By the time Toph came back home with the much needed supplies, the little bird was weak and sadly he passed Sunday.

Leif sang him a song and then little bird was buried in the shade of a pine tree. We felt like failures, the bird may very well have had internal issues, who knows how it got to our front porch, but one can’t help but feel guilty that it did not survive 😦

After the little bird passed we took a six mile hike with the kids to enjoy nature and be grateful for it. We watched for birds and counted Lady Slippers (94!!), talked of the little bird and wished we could have done more. Leif stated that maybe baby bird needed his mommy to take care of him.

Life is too short, for the old and the young, no matter what creature you are.