A few days back we got had a “wicked stawm” or for those who don’t speak Boston, “a wicked storm.” Now for people unfamiliar with the term “wicked” it means very, or lots of, or something to that general affect. It can also mean severe, or major…. It enhances what it is applied to in Boston vernacular.
The thing is, I am a farm. So when wicked stawms hit, I have to go do the rounds, making sure everything and everyone is ok. I take my not so trusty dog Pikku, with me. She is a giant 1 year old great dane puppy. We hope in time the trustiness will take hold…. Till then, I just keep trying to acclimate her to the farm.
The outside people can know many hardships during our New England winters, if proper precautions aren’t taken…. one year it got subarctic, I made them horse blankets out of old throws, another year their water was freezing, we got an electric water bowl. The point is, farm life means endless preparing and repreparing for whatever nature throws at you. Here in New England, that means be ready for everything. So we try to be especially in the winter.
The facts are simple… Nowhere has a winter as magical as New England. Let’s also face reality… Large portions of this farm are unreachable without snow shoes or cross country skis in the winter. However, we are plowed out…. So getting in and out is no problem, and inside it’s warm from the wood stove and smells of wonderful baking treats…. As harsh and hard as it can get out here, the more I find myself spell bound by this place.
We moved out here some years back looking for a different more environmentally friendly old fashioned way of life. It’s rough going…. But we are still here, surviving another long winter, here at Wildflower Farm.
Thank you for taking the time to read.
Amanda of Wildflower Farm