I’m living in upstate NY for a bit. Here are some moments. FYI: there are a few images that some would consider graphic in the way of dead animals mixed in. On a farm one sees death and birth frequently; in some seasons they are an almost an everyday occurrence. That said, neither occasion is taken lightly. Just something to keep in mind.

Harvesting pea shoots on one of our plots.

Poison ivy is kind of an issue out here.

The pig in transport to it’s new home.

We had a big event that required a lot of clean jars.

Fresh from the pond.

Harvesting elderflowers to make syrup.

This old barn had such thick beams! And a giant vulture roosting inside.

U-pick strawberries are infinitely more tasty straight from the field.

We killed a goat for an event. These guys are pros and handled it quickly.
If you were upset by this image, the next (and last) won’t be to your liking.

After working for one Ted Fuller (rancher) for about a year, selling his meat at the farmer’s market, I got to go check out some of his land. His cattle are of the Scots Highland variety, sporting shorter statures, longer horns, and nattier dreads than the common bovine.

Petaluma ain’t too shabby.

The one on the right is called Buttercup. She has a dread over each eye.

Ted and Courtney, my successor.

The main man lets the little bulls spar with him every now and then, but everyone knows who’s boss.

Yup.

There once were two silly folks
hiking, they told lots of jokes
“will ya look at that fungus!
There are giants among us!”
they made it without any tokes

(a silly limerick that sums up a beauteous week spent on the north coast)

candied peels at Lulu’s

ran into these kids in mendo

Oh, life!