Wednesday Dose of Cute: Visit to a Friend's Farm

Somebody once told me—while I was sitting in their backyard admiring their garden—that it's impossible to fully enjoy your own garden because you can't help seeing all the work that needs to be done.

As someone who tends a fairly large kitchen garden (though it's a lot smaller than the 10,000 square feet I was crazy enough to plant—all from seed—the first summer I lived in the country 16 years ago), I now know exactly what they mean. And I also think the same may be true about farms.

During a recent afternoon visit to a friend's farm (the one who so kindly gave those dozen fertilized eggs to Whitey three years ago, thus beginning our ongoing chick hatching adventures—and who sold me my original flock of sheep back in 1995), the only thing I had to do was ooh and ahh over all the cute animals—and pay attention to where I stepped.

Her farm gets a lot more rain (and has a lot fewer rocks) than ours does, and I was actually jealous of all the mud—but glad she had an extra pair of slop boots.

I somehow managed to make it out of there (and arrive at the junk market with 15 minutes to shop spare) without any adorable puppies tucked in the truck, though I wouldn't have minded taking home a couple of ducks. I think ducks are so cute, and did you know they eat flies? Now if only I could convince someone to dig me a nice big pond.

Want to see more photos taken while out and about?

9/7/06: Piggy in Pink
9/8/06: I Wanna Be in Pigtures!
9/20/08: Goat Chowder (Not a Recipe)
12/13/07: Slow Traffic Ahead
5/20/08: Building up the Soil Organically—and Beautifully
7/28/08: Country Billboard
7/30/08: Super Market
8/2/08: Golden Fruits of Labor
11/27/08: Gobble Gobble

6/20/09: Local News

6/8/10: Amish Neighbors and an Easy Orange Cake for Strawberry Season

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