The rabbit water was frozen solid this morning. Even though I knew it was coming, it still leaves me a little sad. Winter on the homestead is often dreary. Chores take twice as long. There is frozen water to thaw. Animals need more hay and bedding to doled out. My garden, a source of relief and comfort, is now barren. The green is gone, replaced by dull browns and greys.
Granted, my winter list is long this year. We are adding fencing and clearing brush. I have a hog palace to build and solar to install. There are 30 lbs of assorted berries hiding in a freezer of a friend that need to be canned. I have wool to dye and spin. I also tend to do more writing in the winter months. Not that my poor blog can attest. I did concur Nano this year. I turned out roughly 60k in edited manuscript in just under 30 days. That’s really a feat considering all that goes on in this crazy house. Luckily, it was cold and by far the rainiest I have ever seen here. And the physical therapy on my arm continues as well. So heavy work is out for a while longer.
I won’t lie, I am wistful for spring to return.
But until then, I will be busy. And even though winter slows things down on the outside, they don’t stop. I have planted bulbs and root vegetables that will be ready as early as February. Despite my best fencing attempts, Blue still managed to get in with girls. So while St. Nick is visiting, I will be delivering roughly 30 piglets myself. The barn is already prepared, stuffed with hay and ready for babies. We have 11 bred goats that will begin their birthing the first week of March. Rabbits are scheduled to begin birthing in late February and I already have a wait list for eggs. …
The more I write about it, maybe having a few weeks of “rest” isn’t so bad after all!