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Thursday, September 09, 2021

Grand Old Barns

The big barn (#1) originally stored hay for local dairies

2 greedy piggies by the 2nd barn
There is scant reason why after 2 years, I have barely peeked through the doorways of the two massive barns at Flown Piggies Farm. But friends can grant courage. I have new friends, and today Sue called, asking if she and her husband Nick could come by. The main goal of their visit being to pick up windfall apples. They have many tame deer at their Port Townsend home, and they feed apples to their greedy piggies deer. The semi-pet deer can gobble their way through a full bag of store-bought apples in one go, so free windfall apples is as much a windfall for the humans as for the deer. 

Most of the apples taken were sourced from the massive apple tree in the cottage back yard. It is lush with flowers, veggies and other raised bed and pot type planters all of which is the work of Barbara. 

Barb's incredible lush garden

Sunflowers, hollyhocks, nasturtiums and what-not grow abundant

When several bags of apples were collected and stowed away in their truck, Sue asked if she could explore the barns. 

Alleyway between Big Barn (left) and 2nd Barn (right)

The first thing everyone suggests on seeing the barns is selling the wood. Reclaimed old barn wood goes for good prices. That was my original plan, but the barns are kind of nice to look at, but more important, if the big barn was taken down, a lot of UGLY cement and what-not would be left to get rid of. I'm guessing the profit from selling the wood would go toward getting the barn's footprint into decent shape. I don't think it is worth the hassle. Anyway, I keep hoping some barn owls will move into the big barn rafters, making it the world's largest nesting box.

Looking up in the Big Barn

Big Barn has old electrical wire hanging everywhere (no power though, thank heavens), a couple of old stalls that last were used as chicken coops, and spots I think were once part of a dairy office. There is a lot of cement areas which would just be hazardous if the barn were to disappear. 



Nick and Sue
Now it was time for 2nd Barn to get some attention.

2nd barn, in better shape than Big Barn. Note Great Blue Heron on ground to the left

Second Barn is where we have stored cardboard that we intend to use to line planting beds in future. I told Sue the area (below) the western side of the barn (left) is a large stall. Sadly, the metal roofing over the stall is no more. However it is nice to know if labor ever comes available again in my lifetime (don't ask) if a new metal roof goes up there, the stall would be a good home for livestock (Mini-donkeys? Alpacas? A riding horsie for moi?). 

Touring ruins is Sue's jam, so she enjoyed rummaging around the buildings

Lots of deer hoof prints in the 2nd barn floor

There are many deer hoof prints inside the 2nd barn. Suspect lots of deer bed down in it, just as they bed down in the tall grass around the barns. 








Second barn with a little work, i.e., replacement roofing, could return it to working order - for whomever buys this place after me anyway!

Sue enjoyed touring the old buildings and said it reminded her of old homesteads she had explored when living in California. Before she & Nick left, I encouraged them to pick apples and pears for their own consumption. This year, the fruit ripened more than a month earlier than last year - quite the shock, but maybe with the warmer than normal summer ought to have tipped us off on quicker ripening of the fruit. One of the pear trees already has fruit getting beyond ripe, but the other two aren't quite ripe as yet (whew!). Ripeness of Flown Piggies Farm's many apple trees is all over the place, from over-ripe to hard-as-rocks. I think it is time to buy a dehydrator and get some fruit leather going, don't you think?

Monday, September 06, 2021

Ready or Not, Here Comes Seventy

 

My birthday breakfast bash

Back in the 1950s I was once a very sick, hospitalized baby. 

In 2016 while vacationing in Central Europe I was blissfully unaware I was not in stellar condition. I returned home, to discover my gall bladder was merrily rotting away in my abdomen. Surgery followed.

In 2018, in order I had the flu, that morphed into pneumonia that took me to the land of sepsis. Everyone but me was concerned for my existence. My doctors said they were amazed that I pulled through. 

And in 2019, in the wee hours one night a plummet down my stairwell may well have 'done me in'. I got off with only a broken arm, an eggplant colored face and a few weeks of PT.  

My pulmonary doctor read my med records, telling me, 'You have more lives than a cat.' So... I guess I have 5 lives left to squander.

To celebrate those remaining lives, my friend Barb decided to celebrate my 70th birthday with my favorite meal, which is breakfast. So she baked fresh cranberry scones and buds Judy, Diane, Ingrid and Nita came by to help celebrate. 

Seventy. Hell, my inner Claire isn't a day over 35. She lives in her 'Happy Place'.