Well I totally made that word up. Farmishness. Do you like it? I think it suits our feeble attempt at farming.
So, it's been snowing here all day but nothing has stuck yet. We have little whitish puddles all around the house but nary a tuft of fluffy powder. The weather guessers are saying that the big storm is coming tonight. The kids can hardly contain their excitement at the impending snow storm.
In other news.
Thursday night we (as in hubby, eldest and myself) tried our hand at chicken butchering. This was the first time for all of us. It went much quicker than I had anticipated and smelled terrible. Right now hubby and eldest are out in the freezing rain doing round two. We did two the first night and are doing two again today. That leaves us with 13 more. All I can say is, them birds better taste freakin' fabulous!
The wood box is full. The chicken is roasting in the oven. The tea kettle is whistling merrily. The snow/rain/slush is drifting slowly past the windows. It is just another day of farmishness here at the Little Farm in the Wildwood.