I didn’t intend to post a New Year Manifesto and then disappear for three days, but that’s just how things have been shaking out around here. Plenty going on, but nothing terribly blog worthy. (But that’s not going to stop me from blogging about it all in 3… 2… 1… )
The Christmas Pigs — and their slightly older cousins who continue on, living in relative obscurity like any good farm pig would — are filling out quickly. I hope to have the Farrow to Finish post about their first week — teaser: we talk castration — up soon.
I’ve been burying my nose in seed catalogs at every opportunity. I couldn’t be any more ready for Spring and hate to think of how many more months off it still is. To tide myself over I’m working on some garden planning content for next month. You should totally check back for that. It’ll be worth it. Trust me.
My iPhone is, apparently, so full of pictures (and perhaps those eleven hundred apps I never use) I’m not allowed to take anymore. Every time I whip out the camera it gives me some lame warning and refuses to work until I delete something. You’d think I’d just go ahead and clean that mother out and start fresh, but it just never seems to take precedent over all the other highly important things I do with my time… like Facebook. And Pinterest.
I went shopping with a teensy tiny grocery list today — not one item on it being pasta — and managed to come home with thirty boxes of pasta and a slight obsession with a certain Target employee.
My dear friend, Mike, copied me and got himself a Pig Dog of his own. And then he didn’t even post pictures. Of a PUPPY! So we’re no longer friends.
I’m kidding. But seriously, later this month I’m going to get to introduce you all to Mike as we launch a new project together and I. Can’t. Wait. You’re going to love him. He’s a Pastor — which will be extra entertaining to those of you who know me really, really well — and a fellow pig farmer. He raises Hereford Hogs — in fact, his boar, Stuart, is the father of those piglets we’ve been talking about in the Farrow to Finish series — Dexter Cattle, a mixed flock of dual purpose poultry, a shed full of meat rabbits, and Treeing Feist Squirrel dogs. He’s one of those really down to earth kind of guys you can’t help but take a liking to and when he and The Man get together neither one of them ever shuts up. I figure those are the best kinds of friends to have.
Well, it’s almost actually midnight and my to-accomplish-before-passing-out-from-exhaustion list is still long. I’ll be back soon, I promise.