Friday, February 11, 2011

February Thaw

People are calling it a February "thaw" which you'd think would involve the temperature rising above 32 F. But it seems to count as a thaw when it gets warm enough that salty road ice melts and the sun beating on dark roofs causes the snow to shed off. I turned 26 three weeks ago and Lucretia gave me a new download cable for my birthday, so now I'm able to make use of photos taken again. Phew.

Our fabulous winter farm assistant, Graham, is back after a couple weeks helping prepare for the season at his next farming gig. The oil furnace at the farmhouse ran dry, sucked up gunk into its pump and filter, and died a gurgly death. This motivated a whole house fuel-reconfiguration which involved installing a woodstove in the basement to prevent frozen pipes and hooking a copper water tank to the Waterford wood cookstove in the main room, which now heats more than enough water for dishes, showers, laundry, etc. Not to mention the increased thermal mass and increased classy rustic-ness of the scene there.

The livestock had a bout of malnutrition that caused the steers to get weak and lethargic and the sheep to eat their own wool. When we started feeding them selenium, salts and kelp meal they got chipper again and seem to be doing much better. All the critters are in the barn now except for April and May, the Percherons, who eat hay and snow and work in the woods with Tyler & Co a couple times a week. I asked Seth if he had noticed the horses getting stronger, and he said, "I don't know. Actually, their butts have changed shape...they've gotten more square." I think they're pulling their weight, so to speak.

Seth has been putting in time on the Yentes-Quinn house, which may actually get a roof next week! Here is a photo looking out the east end of the upstairs of our house. I couldn't get it to rotate for some reason, so for full effect you should turn your computer screen 90 degrees clockwise or look at it while laying your left ear on your left shoulder.

Ada Ruth in one of her very first unassisted chimp sits, dad as spotter...

and he has quick reflexes.

Sweet Ada Ruth in a puddle of nap drool.

It's good to know you all are out there, living through winter in its various stages and thinking of us every now and then. We think of you as well, despite sparse posts here!
Happy Valentine's Day,


  1. Sounds like a welcome shift in the heating system, and precipitated similar to farmhouse improvements on many farms I've visited.

    I got a February heat wave -- from highs of 35 to highs of 70 -- and I sure do enjoy scampering through the woods barefoot.

    Well done on the house! That's a lot more house than the rectangle of concrete and tubes in August. I take it the hairline cracks in the foundation didn't hold up progress.

    Glad to see Ada Ruth napping, drooling, and making eye contact. Also a lot more developed than last I saw -- a kicky inhabitant of Anna. Does Ada Ruth do any sign language? How about a post on parenting / raising humans?

    Sledding? Ice fishing? Igloo-building?

    love to everyone there ~ Patrick