Notes from Larkhaven Farm, Week 6
Here is the second installment of notes and photos from Aurora’s letters and emails from her internship on Larkhaven Farm. Read about her hunt for an internship, what she is doing at Larkhaven, and her first installment of notes and pics.
“There is no try, only do.
Shut up, Yoda, you’re probably right.
“I think just being out here, learning so many awesome, useful skills & facts & getting the chance to try things and see how other people do them — it is all so inspiring and encouraging of my own farm dreams.
“The trees are leafing out bright green. I need to learn more names of the trees here. Wild asparagus season has started here, and there is a little bit along the trail I take to get up to the cabin.”
“I seem to have developed a tolerance for talk radio. Never expected that to happen! Depending on the morning, the local country station has shows — horse, ag[riculture], hunting, fishing. And I listen to them!
“My hands are pretty wrecked, despite my using work gloves whenever feasible and using the Burt’s Bees Hand Salve I have almost every night. (Sometimes I forget.) I am still hoping the chapping & tenderness will settle down a bit — it comes and goes anyway — as my hands get used to the dryness & the work.
[on April 24th, 2012] “We still have two ewes that appear to be pregnant (sometimes it turns out they’re just fat) & one is a first-time mama & the other’s Ruby, who is (?) about 7 years old, and currently as wide as a bus & lopsided to boot. She will probably have triplets; the other, a single or maybe twins.
[from May 6th, 2012] “I witnessed Ruby, a big solid white ewe who was the one remaining preggers mama, give birth to three gorgeous, floppy black lambs between 8:45 and 9:08 pm last night. She ate the afterbirth & licked the babies clean while making amazing snuffly snorting grunting noises.”
- I’m all about the tails. So long and curly! How soon before they’re caked in caca?
- Sometimes the sheep really look like goats to me.
- You’re way past trying, ermana. Solidly in the camp of doing! Proud, Yoda would be.