Green Hill Farm This moment is yours—
Green Hill Farm This moment is yours—
Every. Single. Night. Bizou and Blanket January 2019 “No, I don’t want to go bathroom. I’m really very comfortable right here.” ~Bizou Wishing everyone a warm and cozy weekend!
Quiet, cold, and crystal clear. This is the Green Hill Farm I woke up to on Sunday morning–the first snowfall of the season. And, there’s nothing like the serene beauty of the country when it’s blanketed with snow. All of the hustle and bustle and noise just seem to stop. I breathed in the peaceful views while realizing that the busyness of the day was only about to begin. The farm looked shimmering and magical, but it also looked shivery and cold. But, anyone who farms knows that’s no excuse. Especially, when sheep, chickens, cats, and dogs are all waiting on you to take care of them. So, after applying layers of clothing and looking something akin to the little brother from the film, A Christmas Story, Farmguy and I headed outdoors to embrace what we love. The sense of meaningfulness and purpose that caring for our animals and farm gives us. Since we’re enjoying such a wintry scene this week, I thought a hot toddy recipe may be in order. Fittingly, this cocktail is called a Warm Woolly Sheep. Farmguy and I discovered it while on vacation in Edinburgh, Scotland a number of years ago. It’s best enjoyed by a fire on a cold day. I hope you enjoy the snowy farm pictures as well as this wonderful drink. 🙂 Warm Woolly Sheep (Hot Toddy) This cocktail is not too sweet, thanks to the blend of scotch and […]
Hamish and Friends Green Hill Farm It’s cold….A-GAIN. I don’t know what it’s like where you live, but around here, it seems like it’s either 60 degrees or 15 degrees F. The temperatures have been so up and down! We began the new year with a lovely polar vortex, single digit temperatures, and pipe freezing winds–just to remind us that, yes Virginia, it’s still winter. Then, Mother Nature, Father Forecast, or some other maniacal meteorologic relative decided, wouldn’t it be fun to give everyone weather whiplash? So, just like that, we were hurled out of the depths of an arctic blast, only to land in what my grandma used to call “pneumonia weather.” You know what I’m talking about…first, it’s a bone-chilling 7 degrees, and then, out of the blue, some warm-a$$ El Nino winds blow in a humid 68 degree day—all within a two week period. Yeah, good times! You see, this warmer weather, while appearing to be a reprieve from winter, actually isn’t good for anyone—human or animal. It’s hard for sheep as their bodies have trouble acclimating to the changing temperatures. And, that balmy 68 degrees can feel warmer than it actually is to us as well…so warm, that we’re running the air conditioner or having wine on the patio without coats, hats, and gloves—cue pneumonia weather. And, you don’t have to be a sheep for that difference in temperature to make you feel crummy. Unfortunately, […]
Hamish, Rosebud, & Ivy Green Hill Farm January 2018 Have a wonderful weekend!
Farmguy spontaneously took this photograph a few winters ago during a polar vortex. We were headed out the door to feed our sheep and chickens, and he was amused by my “winter outfit.” During this time of year, Green Hill Farm is our version of a tundra—we’re in a valley of sorts, surrounded by mountains…and the wind blows with a vengeance. So, with temperatures dipping into the teens and single digits over night, I’m back to this lovely look, again. Ughh! But, wintertime isn’t all bad. Even though it’s cold and not fun to go outside, I thought I would embrace the beauty of the season by sharing some of my favorite photographs from past winters on Green Hill Farm. Have a wonderful weekend and stay warm!
Acrostic Poem “Songbird“ by Tonya R. Hengerer Softly vocalizing One Note at a time— Graciously Building Its song as a melody Resonates throughout the garden and Dances on the wind. Wishing you a peaceful Sunday.
I absolutely love this photo of our sheep. It was taken one snowy February morning in early 2012. And, of course, sweet Hamish is standing front and center. This photo was also the inspiration for our Christmas card that year—the greeting read: Fleece Navibaah! 😉 Wishing you all a wonderful weekend!
Acrostic poetry by Tonya R. Hengerer “Snow” Softly falling– Not a sound, Only Whirling, whirling to the ground. “Winter” When Icy, cold weather Naturally interrupts The warmth Enjoyed upon Earth Radiated by the sun. “Shovel” Something with which one Heaves snow Out of the way; a Very useful, Everyday tool–mostly Languishing in a shed until winter.