This has been a difficult past couple of months.
Budding blueberry bushes |
As we continued to the last days as if we would be there forever,
Can you see the egg? |
...the hens continued to entertain us with their antics like hiding eggs in silly places.
The cats got along with the hens;
the dog got along with the cats;
and with the chickens;
but the cats couldn't get along with themselves
(Look in the background)!
I think it was my neighbor Karen who said that if we weren't On the Pond Farm, we would be named Harmony Farm, because everyone gets along - usually!
It some ways, I am glad the weather became cold and the skies dismal, so that it was no pleasure to venture outdoors.
But the last few days of our stay at the farm brought the blue skies, the warm breezes and dry air that would drag anyone outdoors.
The days became gorgeous.
Moments to cherish.
And then the tears came really close many times.
A barn swallow takes over the blue bird house. |
Our last Sunday breakfast |
Hill of bluets |
It all came together beautifully on its own.
Here are the last glances and happy wanderings for me at On the Pond Farm.
The farm's reputation and pride and joy has been the Boer goats. I would love to take them with me, but the last four girls stay with the farm to carry on the herd with the new owners.Blue gill came to visit in full force |
The striped bass were the biggest I've seen in the pond this spring |
Blue, green and barn in the middle. My favorite combination. |
Jock has his last run of the farm. He is joining us in the move to Connecticut. |
Our final farm memory in Ligonier, taken by the new owner Kris, as we lingered one last time.