Our last farm was unplanned, and it turned out to be beyond what we could have expected. We had seen much of Oregon, but we decided to keep traveling north, into Washington. About an hour away from the coast, and an hour north of Portland, we found ourselves on Granny’s farm. With our hosts, Sandy and Larry, we learned a plethora of farming basics, food preservation, and just how to have a good ole time!
We thought Oregon was remarkable, well turns out Washington is even more beautiful.
They see me rollin’.
Robert Frost type shit is how we do.
John did not need to do a logo for this farm because they already had an awesome one with a goat that has a tree inside of it.
The farm. The greenhouse, apple tree, garden, pig pen, barn and the house is down behind the trees to the right.
The kitchen, where each delicious meal was shared, and much was learned. Woodburning stove to left, Sandy and Larry’s bed off camera to the right.
The view outside the living room window.
To start each day, we first got up, then Mandy would fetch some kale from the garden for a breakfast of veggies and fresh eggs and coffee. After breakfast, it was time to do some serious work.
One day it was firewood work! So we filled our coffee, grabbed some cookies, and headed up the mountain.
“I do not need ear protection. I only need a smug look and coffee.”
Step one: Fall trees. Then limb them with machete. Smear blood on face. Tell Feds they’ll never take you alive.
After they are limbed, cut them into shorter lengths and heave them into the trailer with all your mighty strength. Lifting protip: Daintily turn one leg inward for maximum power.
Rolls down stairs, alone or in pairs. Better than bad; they’re good.
Next, the logs are cut into short pieces and chopped. Mandy is a professional at this.
We did a few days of tree falling, wood cutting and stacking, preparing for next years winter.
FIREWOOD FOR DAYS, SON.
When we were not cutting trees, hiking, butchering, gardening, kubbing, or eating cookies, we used the time to explore other kinds of interests.
Such as tractor driving.
Executing bluegrass instruments by hanging.
Sheep hide cleaning.
Building stronger relationships with the locals.
Also known as leather work.
Pantry Organizing. (New canned goods are put in back, oldest are in the front. and then labels are made for the outside of the doors.)
When we were all too tired from all of our activities, we would feed the animals, put the farm to bed, and eat some delicious dinner.
The cats are fed first. George, Keats, Farkel and Geetar.
The the ducks are fed. This was Johns favorite chore.
Shylock was fed next. He was in rut, so Mandy, gifted with the ability to not smell this particular odor, often did this chore.
The sheep, goats and donkeys were then called in from the mountain and were closed in and fed.
The chicken eggs are collected next, and then it is time to finish cooking dinner, open the wine and relax.
One of the lovely fruit wines, always a delightful color.
RHUBARB WINE. We could drink this stuff for the rest of our days and be the happiest creatures.
Friend of the farm Howard very creepily photobombs an otherwise pleasant after dinner parlor gathering.
Although each dinner was a fun time, there was one night that a special cake and guests were called for: Sandy’s Birthday!
Sandy and her sister cover “Altar of Sacrifice.” Better than the original.
A new shiny bone marrow spoon was a perfect gift! Larry quickly found the saw to cut up some bone for sandy to get at the treasure inside!
Only Sandy can eat bone marrow with such grace.
And of course, there was cake. A flourless chocolate cake. And rosemary lamb chops, potatoes and veggies.
In case you did not know, there were goats at the farm, and we took them into our hearts as our most beloved of all the farm animals.
John with Pit and Lulu. He is now prepared for fatherhood.
Mandy with Pit and Lulu. Please note the relative size of the goats to the Mandy.
Sheba “Total Jerk” The Goat.
An old apple press.
Morning light hitting the smoke from the wood-fired stove.
The gigantic veggies from the garden.
Keats drinking some water.
Some old bones in the garden.
One of the sunny days.
Sandy, hearing the sounds of sheep in distress, steals off to the barn to transform into superheroine Farmlady.
Needless to say, our time on the farm was life changing. To spend our time with such knowledgeable people, in such a nurturing place, is a treat that will always hold a very special place in our hearts. //M&J