happy 80th birthday mom. I've never known a person more loved! your kindness, gentleness and heart of grace touches all. i'm so thankful that you're ours and we can wait to celebrate you! i love you Mom 💗#80isbeautifulonyou#farmpic
Happy holidays from our Food to Bank on Family to yours! We had a little get together last night to celebrate that our farmers have grown and donated more than $100,000 in healthy local food banks through the program!! 2017 was an amazing year and 2018 is going to be even better.
Huge thanks our amazing mentor farmers Anna Martin from Osprey Hill Farm, Mike Finger from Cedarville Farm, Roslyn McNicholl from Rabbit Fields, Melissa Moeller from Misty Meadows Farm, Tom Thornton from Cloud Mountain Farm Center, and Harley and Susan Soltes from Bow Hill Blueberries.
Big congrats farm graduates Linda and Walter from Blanchard Mountain Farm, Georgia and Chris from Dragon Tongue Medicinals, and Tipton and Jaime from Highland Blueberry Farm, and Michael and Melina from Chubby Bunny Farm!
And a warm welcomed to our newest participants Paul and Sadie form Foothills Flowers, Dakota from Rabble and Roost Farm, and Kelly and Michael from Pollen Folly Farm, and Brian from Wild Acres Farm. Woo hoo! #knowyourfarmer#EatLocalFirst#farmtour#washingtongrown#supportlocalfarmers#buylocal#eatlocal#farmpic#eatlocalfirst#thinklocalfirst#organic#whatcomcounty#bellingham#bellinghamfoodie#nofilter
Good morning! Today is Thursday and you know what that means! It's time for another round of #eggvignette ! Let's continue a Christmas theme! I was so excited when I saw that this one had been featured in the November/December 2017 issue of @southernladymag. So, keep those beautiful egg vignettes coming! I hope you will play along!
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1. Mention that you are playing along with @happydaysfarm IN your description.
2. Tag @happydaysfarm ON your pic.
3. Type #eggvignette IN your description. .
Post anytime, Thursday through Sunday!
That's it! Feel free to tag some friends to play along! I can't wait to see your lovely pics!
Thelma doesn’t get near enough time in the spotlight. Trained by his father, Winston, Thelma is one of my best roosters (second only to Winston). So incredibly smart and a fierce protector of his girls. But also a big cuddle bug. He waits in the coop door every night for me. Standing guard until I’ve done head count and closed them in safely. He’s the first out in the morning to make sure everything is clear. And he has the absolute perfect rooster crow. He starts crowing every morning at 5:30. It’s a comfort to hear him when I’m still blurry eyed and fumbling around trying to make coffee. He welcomes the sun long before it comes up. A proclamation that they made it safety through another night. Roosters don’t get near enough recognition. A good one is well worth their weight in overpriced chicken feed. #hekindoflookslikefabio#icantunseeit#aroosternamedthelma
The temperature spiked yesterday taking away all the snow. Which means more walks through the fields, more warm earthy hues, and...more mud. Mud and farm and white dog just isn’t a nice mix. #sofarsogood#onlyamatteroftime
Trying to decide between pumpkin pie or pumpkin spice cake. I don’t discriminate between pie and cake - I gobble both of them down like a model on leave. Which is making this decision really hard. What team are you on - cake or pie?
Remember when my hens gave me eggs? Yeah. Those were the days. •
In light of the current trend my young hens are on, code named Operation Lay Everywhere But The Coop, Dan and I are discussing ways to revamp the nesting boxes. These young birds are absolutely wild! My older gals are all molting and taking a much needed break. I’m assuming they have been chasing the young ones away from the nesting boxes which has resulted in all this madness. I have one nest underneath the goat shed that I can’t reach and it is now being sat on by a broody hen!! It’s November! In Canada! Why she wants babies now is beyond me, but I can’t reach her to stop her. I just found a second nest in the cedar trees filled with 17 eggs. Check out my story to see more! #chickenkeeperproblems
There’s a storm blowing in. All the animals are hunkering down early, tucking themselves into the safety of their shelters. And here I am taking sexy pictures of pumpkins. Because food.
And we walked in fields of gold.
And on the 8th day, God looked down on His planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker.” So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need someone willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board.” So God made a farmer.
God said, “ I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt. And watch it die. Then dry his eyes and say ‘Maybe next year’. I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a persimmon sprout, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire, who can make harnesses out of haywire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. And who, come planting time and harvest season, will finish his 40 hour week by Tuesday noon, then, pain’n from ‘tractor back’, put in another 72 hours.” So God made a farmer.
God said “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bails, yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink combed pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the broken leg of a meadow lark. It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed, and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self feeder and finish a hard week’s work with a 5 mile drive to church.” So God made a farmer. - Paul Harvey, 1978. (Be sure to check out the entire speech. It’s beautiful.)