Three cheers for our noble farm defenders:
Three cheers for our noble farm defenders:
Life has fallen disgracefully out of rhythm since this pregnancy took hold.
Once upon a time, I found inspiration in Waldorf-inspired and Enki-esque rhythms. My children and I would snuggle in the morning before rising to greet the day. I’d make breakfast in the kitchen, we’d eat together, and we’d start the day with some sort of song & activity, usually seasonal. Then the kids would run off to do their thing, and I’d do mine – feed the animals, collect eggs, clean a bit, do some laundry, get some knitting done. We’d reconvene for lunch, then perhaps do a floor puzzle together or read a book. Our rhythm was very loose and fluid, with lots of room for impromptu trips to the park or library.
Now, dear readers, there is nothing of rhythm to speak of. Jae is carrying the weight of the household on his shoulders while I spend far too many days in bed, throwing up or dealing with a migraine. I have ceased all efforts at meal preparation (I can hardly stand to be in the kitchen), I rarely find the energy to play with my kids, and I haven’t done the animal care since the end of June. On days when I do get out of bed, I put in the bare minimum and spend a lot of time sitting on the couch. I feel pathetic.
I’m sharing this because we are shifting into Autumn, and normally this time of year would consist of nature walks, art projects like leaf rubbings and acorn necklaces, and delicious hot meals cooked fresh. Instead, Jae is stressed about having to take care of the farm, the house, the kids, AND a sick wife. I just miss our usual Autumn escapades, I miss life as it was, I miss my days with my kids & household chores. I know that the way I’m feeling will come to an end, sometime, because I won’t be pregnant forever – but in the meantime, I’m longing for the rhythm I used to find such comfort and joy in.
Thanks for bearing with me, faithful readers. Hopefully I will have something of interest to post for you soon.
Today was another successful market day! This week we were at the Amherstburg Farmers’ Market, and although it was much slower than the Downtown Windsor market last week, sales were decent and encouraging.
Last night my sister came to help me paint up a new sign. Visual appeal, ya know? There were a few compliments on the sign today, so I guess it had the effect I was hoping for.
My delightfully tangy Kombucha was a hit again. I’ve come to realise that I’ll need to ferment at least three times as much for future market days. Once I tell people what Kombucha is all about, it flies off the table!
ItchNoMore salve went fast again! I was amazed by how many people didn’t have access to natural body care products. There was a lot of enthusiasm over my shea butter & body care blends.
After two market days at two separate markets, I’ve learned a few things – bring way more than you think you will sell, and pack everything the night before.
This country mama, in need of a vacation, paid a visit to her city-slicker sister with Raina and Robin in tow. We took a Greyhound bus up to Toronto on Sunday morning, arriving just in time for Toronto’s Pride Parade.
Raina loved every moment of her Toronto Pride experience. It was surreal for me to see my wee little girl surrounded by so many thousands of people – one tiny part of a gigantic whole. It was her first time in the big city!
On Monday we explored High Park. After hours in the wading pool and hours of walking woodland trails, Raina was thoroughly exhausted and took a good long nap in the grass.
When Raina awoke, we took a stroll through the High Park Zoo. The kids fed ducks & geese, marveled over the size of the emus, and squealed in delight when a reindeer came right up to the fence to sniff their outstretched hands.
It was a long three days in the city – parades, splash pads, street dancing, yummy restaurants, High Park adventures, swimming pools, subway rides, new friends and so much fun. By the time we boarded our homebound train last night, I was more than ready to return to my quite country life.
Today was my first day selling at the market. It was quite an adventure! I’ll spare you the hilarious details, but suffice it to say that I was late getting there and had to rush madly to get set up. Once I was set up, however, my first market day was wonderful! I had the pleasure of speaking to so many awesome people. My Kombucha sold out pretty quickly. My tea tree-lemon body butter sold out, and my ItchNoMore salve went fast, too.
Before today, I didn’t really know what to expect from the market. My experience was beyond what I could have hoped for and by the time I packed up in the afternoon I was totally thrilled! Despite arriving late and not having the setup that I had envisioned (or the quantity of goods that I had planned for), I made a decent number of sales and earned some good money. Who could ask for more?
I can’t wait for next weekend!
PS. I am so grateful for my blog readers who came by and said hello. There are more of you locals out there than I realised. Thanks for your support!
Thank you all for your lovely comments on the weekend giveaway post. I did draw a winner yesterday, but didn’t have the opportunity to get onto the computer to post the results. Life is busy!!
The winner of two handmade mesh produce bags is – LISA! Congratulations, Lisa, please email trinityfibrecraft at yahoo dot ca with your shipping information. I’ll finish up making the bags and have them in the mail to you by Friday!
I’m in a state of utter disbelief at the amount of rain we’ve had this Spring. I haven’t been able to get much into the ground, for even when it’s not raining out, the soil is just too saturated to work with. My seedlings are desperately wanting to be outdoors! The few cucumber starters I saved from the wrath of the rabbit are now starting to flower in their trays, and my sunflowers are much too large for their little starter pots.
Alas, today is another grey and rainy day, and it looks as though the rest of the week will be much the same. I’m trying not to stress about the super-wet soil and the fact that I’m now about a month behind in my planned planting schedule. I’m trying not to fret about having nothing ready for the market, which opens this coming weekend, and to save myself too much stress I’ve decided to hold off on the market stand until June.
Too much water, yes.
My mountain of laundry grows as I have had so few days that are decent enough to hang the washing on the line. I haven’t had a chance to set up an indoor drying area, and I don’t want to use the dryer, but I may have to cave and rely on the machine again after all.
The kids are stir-crazy, the chickens are slacking in the egg-laying department, the goats have retreated to the barn. Someone needs to have a talking-to with the skies. My pleas for sun have apparently gone unheard.