Frozen Fog!
Muscles and ambitious work ethics, accompanied by new friendships and community connections, arrived at our farm to assist with farmwork. What could have taken my hard-core other half and I several days to achieve was accomplished in relatively short order. Pens were cleaned and refreshed, compost was moved (some of it at least!) and lots of fresh air and sunlight danced through the big open polebarn doors. It was a notable accomplishment!
Just as farmwork was progressing, the CRUD entered our house and took hold of the farmkids. As the week progressed, so did their colds and coughing, our farmboy apparently predisposed to developing croup. There is never a good time for sickness to enter a home, though I have found it sometimes seems even worse now that we are running a small farm. As farmers, we cannot call in sick; someone has to feed and water the animals and check on things, everyday. During such times, my hard-core other half and I work together as a team, alternately comforting the farmkids and tending to the livestock. The days feel long but the week passes surprisingly quickly.