There’s so much to still do and the looming stress of “is there enough” is always over my head.
My day looks like this.
6am- Wake up
Danny and I have a coffee together. While it lasted. Now it’s mint tea.
7am I Milk the cow and collect eggs. Danny feeds and waters animals.
7:30 skim cream from yesterday’s milk, start that milk on the road to cheese. I then strain the new milk into the washed out pail that held yesterdays milk. Every 3 days I make butter from the accumulated cream.
8 am Wake up kids, make breakfast (toast, biscuits, eggs, cream of wheat), pack lunch for Danny who’s still doing chores.
9am School starts.
12pm lunch left overs, or some concoction of belly filling foods.
1 pm finish up school work.
2 pm deal with bread, cheese, fix farm issues, emails, prepare supper, deal with food storage issues…
3:30pm head to town for sports.
6-7pm home actually making supper
9pm kids in bed.
9:15 answer emails, netflix, decide if it’s a day that warrants a glass of wine.
10:30 bed, read books about living off the land
My sourdough starter died. A new one was born. Then that one caught a weird mold so I killed it. Another two embryos are developing as you read.
My bread has been terrible. I’m sure it’s the flour I’ve been using. I started using Khorasan Wheat. (aka Kamut (TM) ) A lovely digestible ancient grain, but it will not rise.
I’ve got boxes of potatoes, in the root cellar. Some of which I know are rotting because they got a touch of frost on the tips.
I haven’t had time to sort them out.
Carrots haven’t been sorted.
I’ve got beets that still have their tops on and have rotted.
We have a box of apples deteriorating. They were destined for jelly.
We have 17 sows now. Large Black, Tamworth, Mule Foot, Berkshire breeds.
We have a boar that seems to be shooting blanks.
Our chickens have started eating their eggs. A nasty problem that is only solved by getting there before they do and breaking the habit. But this habit will always be there waiting for any excuse to resurface.
The cow’s milk supply is lessening as the frosty nights have killed the lush grasses.
It’s butchering time for our customers. Bringing in our cattle to separate those going to the butcher, loading them, and Danny taking them to the butcher. I’m in the throws of organizing customers with their orders, billing them and answering questions.
Then the computer decided to “trash” all my out going messages since October 18th. I’ve been sorting through the “trash” to find and resend the messages. Most of which were time sensitive.
We still have 10 to sell before November 2nd.
Forgetting to pack a lunch when you head to Edmonton sucks.
4 hours of driving + doing what you’re there for = low blood sugar, Grouchy mom and kids.
Our 3/4 ton truck is dead. $10,000 dead. We used it for hauling animals to the butcher.
We need to fence off the creek and put in our “Frost Free Nose Pump” before the end of November, or the grant is no good.
We need to finish the cob oven we started in June.
The barn needs to be cleaned out and set up for winter milking.
Homeschooling is in full swing.
Sports are in full swing.
Coffee is gone.
Wine is low.
Who’s stupid idea was this year?