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Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Making Maple Syrup

  Here's hoping you can get the up close and personal feeling that Shannah captured in these pictures of taking the sap over to the evaporator. Maple season is fast coming to a close!
 On the way over.
 Using a bucket as the lid.
 But when that falls off too many times, just leave it off!

 And here is the farm where they cook down the syrup for us.
Little Amish boy over at the sap place.
Garth reeling up the rachet strap that holds the tank to the trailer.
Hose to transfer sap to holding tank.
 
Sugar shack.
A peak inside. (Sorry... I didn't get very good ones of the sap being boiled down. I should have had my other lens. -Shan)
Garth hauls the sap tanks over with the tractor.
Uh oh. Flat tire on the sap trailer.
Splash!
Thanks, Shan, for the photo-documentary.

Sunday

On Sunday afternoon some friends came over. Ok, it was Sandy and her siblings....and I'll save ya the counting: there are 12 of them. Yes, we even know all their names.....Interestingly, Sandy's mom and our mom were friends as teens. Who knew their children would be together so much all these years later??

It was such a lovely day so we went on a group walk. It was also Dad and Mom's anniversary, but they were taking a nap and so missed out on pictures AND the walk.


::Hanging out on the bridge::

::There were 24 kids altogether (Blake and Christine came later, upping the number to 26)::

"One day I caught myself smiling for no reason, then I realized I was thinking of you."

::Rides ::

::Mia and Clay ::

Chocolate doesn't make the world go around ... but it certainly makes the ride worthwhile!

Springtime Clean Up



I just love springtime!!

In Which the Barn Gets New Spouting


We hesitated a little bit before deciding to plunk down a thousand dollars to have new spouting put on the barn. To let the thing go without spouting for much longer, we were running into the possibility of having foundation damage. We just had a wall replaced a couple months ago because the original had crumbled dangerously away. That was, what, $3000.

The question that's been in our minds is: do we save this thing? Do we tear it down and build another one that serves our purposes better? Is having an old, rustic barn worth the sentimentality?

None of us know exactly how old our barn is, but I am guessing it was built in the 1850s or 1860s. For many years it's lofty heights held either loose hay or bales. Since we moved here in 1991, we've really just done big round bales and they're too heavy to store up there. This means that the top of the barn is essentially wasted space.


The bottom part has stanchions in which about 25 cows can come in at once to be milked by a single person kneeling between pairs of cows with 3 or 4 milkers going at once. We have more than 25 cows to milk, so they need to be switched out during milking time. What we'd talked of doing is putting in a milking parlor where the person milking stands in a pit and milks several cows on each side as they stream through.

Should we spend the money on renovating the old structure, or would we be further ahead to build a new one? People have put new milking parlors in old barns, but do we want to do that? The clock ticks as we are deciding and we have to either keep maintaining this thing or let it fall down!

The thing got an expensive roof job a few years back, but it also needs siding!

~Colleen with photo credits to Trent

Happy Anniversary to Us

Yep, Sunday was our anniversary. 23 wonderful years together!

Sorry there aren't any pictures. You see, we had an impromptu party attended by no less than 26 people---all aged between 10 months and 22 years. They all took pictures of each other instead of the happy couple.....

Soooooo......we are still the happy couple, even if I don't have any pictures to prove it....


~Colleen

Pink Slime

I was watching this video about "Pink Slime" aka the process where the food industry makes the off-scoured scraps from a beef "edible" by processing with a water/ammonia mixture to kill e. coli and other pathogens.

I'm told since the USDA does not require labeling of the ammonia process, you couldn't know for sure whether your grocery store beef has the allowable 15% of pink slime or not. Jamie Oliver, the man calling this disgusting practice to our attention in the video, recommends selecting a cut of beef and having the grocer grind it in front of you just so you know for sure what you're getting!

I'm thinking 99 cent burger that's on sale isn't looking like such a bargain these days!

So, here is my "commercial" for the day. You do NOT have to eat that garbage!! I'm happy to let all of our devoted customers know that our beef does NOT include pink slime, thanks to our wonderful friends at Whitefeather Meats who butcher all of our grassfed beef! Their motto: "Farmtastc: From the Farm to the Fork", a family owned and operated business who wouldn't put anything on your table that they wouldn't put on their own!



~Colleen

Happy Birthday, Miles!


7 years old! Where did the time go??? Here Miles is helping Gramma make his birthday pies. This gramma always makes her grandchildren (all 20 of them!) their choice of pie on their birthdays. The other gramma brings cake and ice cream (to come later this month.....).

I remember meeting a little boy in a church parking lot down in North Carolina several children ago. That little boy was so cute when he told me his name was Miles. Ever after that, I just loved that name! Now I have a cute little boy named Miles, too!

Clayton Sean


Not sure who thought it was a good idea to let him play with Mom's phone! Little Clay's eyes melt our hearts.

So, where did Clayton Sean get his name? From a little horse and buggy Mennonite boy who crawled out from under a bridge in Canada to give some lost travelers directions! That's right. Is that random or what???

My brother, his wife, Paul, baby Blake, and I were lost in Canada one day about 21+ years ago when we stopped by a little fruit & vegetable stand along the road. A little boy came out to meet us from his shady alcove and we got to chatting with him. When we asked him his name, he drawled out in a most charming way, "Clay-a-ton." Ever after, we all fondly recall little Clayton. Imagine, a little boy selling vegetables beside the road left quite an impression on us and he'll never know! (Wow, it's kind of sobering to wonder if I've ever left a lingering impression with someone in passing....)

When I texted my sister-in-law to tell her about the baby's arrival, she immediately remembered that day in Canada! Obviously, we named quite a few children from the time we first heard it until we actually used it. (It took a while for it to wear on Paul.....even then his vote was to name this baby "Lincoln"!)

We debated just naming our boy "Clay", but we decided to include the "ton" so he has options later in life. There was a hotly contested (well, not really....) debate about the spelling of "Sean". Paul and I won. The children all wanted to spell it "Shawn", but I wanted the authentic Irish spelling.

Oh, another element that enters into the equation is this: we live in a neighborhood where our last name is
extremely common. Paul never wanted his children to have to walk around with some corny nickname attached to an otherwise nice-but-too-common first name. (That happens A LOT where we live!!) Thus he decided up front our children were going to have "different" names.....only we discovered over time that we seem to have a knack for sometimes choosing names that are on the cusp of popularity. (Consider "Logan", for example. Who knew that would go on to become one of the most popular names in America?? We sure didn't!)

It's a sober responsibility to give a child a name they'll carry with them for the rest of their lives! Sure hope they're all happy!! LOL.


~Colleen