Today the weather breaks. I believe that was our last freeze and cold spell until next autumn. I hope so. I plan to get all the summer crops in in the next few days. We don’t have a long growing season here and we have to hustle once it’s time to plant. I will go access the damage from the hail, the freeze, the ice storm, and the flooding of the past few days. Seedlings were ripped out of the smaller beds, the basil is dead, as our some of the tomato starts but I haven’t looked in the greenhouse or the main garden yet. The other night we actually had a severe thunderstorm with hail warning, a flash flood warning, and a winter storm warning all at the same time. That is farming in Colorado, folks. The High Plains is one of the most difficult to farm. I always joke that if we moved closer to sea level I would be brilliant at farming and baking because I am so used to making it hard on myself by doing it all in Colorado! But this is home.
The other screwy incident this weekend was our baby goat. There were no responses from anyone to buy him. No one wants a boy. Now that it is so popular to have goats here I thought they would all sell quickly but it turns out everyone else is breeding and selling them too! I was starting to believe we would have a new wether when I decided on a whim to see if he had had a sex change. And sure enough, as I squealed and ran her around to show Doug and Shyanne, he was a she. In the dark, rainy, muddy stall I must have gotten confused. Glad I checked. She will sell now. She is a beautiful red Saanen.
We are having trouble milking Elsa. She is engorged and chapped and it takes two of us to milk her and we only get two cups. Yesterday I put my pain salve on her and pinned her against the gate so that I could get as much milk out to relieve the pressure. I was in tears. She wasn’t happy. I get to go do it again this morning. This cold has not helped her utters. I hope the pain salve did its job last night and healed the skin. Doug is the milker, but with two does freshening I am to milk Elsa. A new milking farmgirl and a new mama who just wants sweet feed and not to be touched do not make a good combination. It will get easier with time, I am sure.
Mother’s Day was sweet. Andy was snowed into Denver. He wants me to move closer. He sent me a sweet message. I received a homemade sign from Shyanne that reads, “Home is Where Mama is” and Emily got me a kettle to put on the wood stove top. Doug found me a baking oven that fits on top of a wood or propane stove. Doug is building me an outdoor kitchen soon and it will make a great addition. A peek at a well outfitted camping store can supply many homesteader needs.
I have lost my old, cracked IPOD with the camera so I haven’t been able take any pictures for you. I hope it comes out of hiding soon!
I have a guitar lesson today. It makes me happy. I think I will make cheese today as well. May you all have a brilliantly happy day and all warm weather and sunshine ahead!