I will be honest, not much actually brings me to tears, emotional tears. There is this one commercial however that gets me. It is about buying Passover Meals for Jews overseas. Maybe because the Rabbi talking gets all choked up. . . I don't know, but it really bothers me, and makes me tear up. There is a website that asks Christians to Unite for Israel. My personal feeling about this is that I really don't care what faith you are, Americans love Israel. We always have. I grew up in an antsiest/agnostic household, and was still taught to love Israel as I love my own Country, and the Country of my family origins.
On to homesteading things,
Nada. I got nothing for you. We had a hard frost last night, so I am mourning the passing of my apples and peaches and all the young seedlings that were coming in. Today I have to go out and replant everything. Except potatoes. They should be fine. I worry that if things go bad again this year, I will need to find a different life. oh woe is me! ha!
Murrial is a bit more tolerant of me. She is a week away from her due date. I have to speed this tolerance up a bit. Problem I am having is that my husband still hasn't replaced the gate that Sunny broke, and I am having a hard time keeping those greedy Dexter's away from Murrial, and the treats.
The goat kids are doing well. They are just as demanding and bossy as their mother. Nurture or Nature? They have decided to attempt to trip me as I walk with the feed bucket. I figure that they think they can get me to drop the bucket. And it doesn't seem to matter that they have feed, they want whatever I plan on giving to someone else. Betty has figured out that she can seriously confuse the Dexters by jumping into their treat bucket in the milk stanchion. The ladies are surprisingly gentle with the babies, and try to nudge them out of the way. Unfortunately Donkey seems to become a punching bag for the girls, good thing he isn't sheared yet. I will be grateful when the ground dries up and the sheep and goats can go back into their pen. Poor Donkey, he so wants Sammy to love him. (Donkey is the name of our sheep). Sunny and him were always together. Sammy wants nothing to do with him.
The chickens are laying again, but I am not finding their most recent nests. Free range is annoying, they will have to go back into the pen.
We were given another freezer. Which I am grateful for. I need to get it into the house. Once Murrial starts milking, I will need that space. We also have another refrigerator waiting at a friends house for us. That will go into the garage to store milk and soft cheeses and butter. Maybe some yogurt and ice cream in the freezer part of it.
See, Nada. I got nothin' to tell ya.
If a cow laughed really hard.... would milk come out of her nose?