Monday, March 25, 2013
... and so began the process of winding down Willow Garden ...
I sold my chicken coop and a LOT of the fencing that I had used to separate the various breeds and species of birds, in order to make the farm more feasible for a variety of uses. The day that a young couple winched the coop on to a trailer and drove away with it was wonderful! Science, and youth in action!
My wonderful kids and their families showed up to paint the out buildings one weekend. What a transformation!
And after MUCH cleaning, tossing, and de-cluttering ... Willow Garden was listed.
In September, the last sheep left the farm, leaving me with just four egg layer hens!
I didn't get the place listed very early last summer, and before I knew it, Winter was approaching. I did not want to move in the snow, so I rented out the main part of the house and moved into my wonderful 'Grandpa Flat' for the Winter.
This is also about the time when I decided that I'd like to fall madly in love just one more time ... and I began the process of dating with the intent to find a life partner. Oh boy did I kiss my share of toads! ... lol.
Don't get me wrong, I only dated nice guys ... and I have a few good friends as a result of the process ... but I didn't meet my Frog Prince.
Through all of this journey I was supported by some wonderful friends ... and my totally loving and supportive family. I could never adequately express the love and gratitude that I feel for this group of people.
I finally decided to just stop kissing toads, and live my life as it was presented to me.
That turned out to be an awesome decision ...
... to be continued
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Where to begin? There is really no start to this story ... and I'm hoping no end, at least not in the near future ... so, I guess I'll just start.
A year ago right about now, Willow Garden was in full swing ... and the rhythm had no sign of changing.
I had my beautiful, wee, A2/A2 Dexter cattle ...
Whiskers, who had a polled bull calf ...
Winka, who had a horned bull calf ...
and Midhill Ziek, the polled bull that I imported from the US.
I was also about to start lambing with my little flock of Shetland sheep. For the most part, these girls were the best of the best, retained from years of selective breeding for fine fleeces and Shetland type.
One of my favourites was Jean Harlowe. This is the ewe that was born the night that Gene died. Her ram lamb this year was totally stunning and ended up in Nova Scotia as a flock sire.
Another of my favourites was from Kathy Baker's breeding. This ewe had strong UK AI genetics and her twin lambs were stunning Katmoget's. Actually, all of the lambs this year were stunning.
I also had 100 egg layer chicks coming to make a new layer flock for Fall.
And, of course, I had Otis and all of the love comes from him.
Life was good.
But, I spent more and more time sitting in a chair and trying to find the motivation to get up and look after my animals and my life. I just lacked the motivation to care. Most days, if I said 'Life is good!' enough times and with enough enthusiasm, and if I let that enthusiasm and positive attitude become the focus of my day ... then I could get out of that chair and get on with it.
Interestingly, a very dear friend, who knows me better than I know myself it seems, told me that she could always tell how I was 'doing' just by how much effort I put into convincing the world that 'Life is good'.
I'm not saying that life wasn't good. I'm not saying that it isn't good now. And I'm certainly not saying that life won't be good in the future.
What I AM doing, is describing a pretty classic case of depression. Something was seriously missing in my life ... and, rather than deal with what was missing, I lost myself in Willow Garden and stayed so busy that I didn't have to take any responsibility for the direction and condition of my life.
Fortunately, my depression was not physiological. I realized that it was time for me to do something if I was ever going to snap out of this and move on.
At the Celebration of Gene's Life, I mentioned that when Gene died, I was left with a gaping hole in my heart'.
I realized that I had not made a lot of progress in filling that hole. As long as I kept on with what had started as a shared dream for Gene and I ... then I couldn't move on and begin to fill that hole. I decided that it was time for some major changes in my life and thus I began the process of selling the animals and the farm.
And so began the winding down of Willow Garden ... and the beginning of a new and exciting chapter in my life.
... to be continued.