We've been building duck coops and turning over compost and picking crab apples and milking our angry goat. We've been watering the tiny arugulas that have sprouted up in the raised bed and trying to keep Hope's hooves out of the milk pail (she won yesterday, and Winnie got that batch) and we've been taking the goats for walks and looking into studding options and ordering ducklings and buying blueberry bushes and clipping suckers off of existing blueberry bushes and generally running around like maniacs as we get our farm up and running.
Peter let me turn his beard into a mustache and more importantly, started a job at a nearby farm. He's learning more about organic produce and how to wash it and how to grow it and hopefully how to feed it to me :) We'd like to eat more locally and be part of the farming community; this is an exciting way to do both while learning a lot from experienced farmers in the area.
While he's at work, I've taken over some of the gardening duties. Yesterday, I found a monarch caterpillar on the leaf of a daisy. It was so startling to be clipping dead heads and then stumble upon this black and yellow striped creature I'd never seen before. Words don't quite do it justice, which is true for many of our farming experiences. Mostly the work is mundane -- sometimes a little boring, sometimes a little back-breaking -- but then something exquisite shows up: the spiky bulb of a new egg plant bud, the baby mice we found nested under a piece of cardboard. I think that's the greatest thing about this work - it startles you out of yourself. Being outside and focusing on one task without the distractions provides an opportunity to be taken with things. I didn't have time to process much when I worked a desk job and I think that's why I wasn't too interested in caterpillars, or why I didn't usually notice them. I used to be vehemently against cliches, but whoever said "it's the little things in life"..