Now in the farm store fridge, summer berry pies made with raspberries, blueberries, blackberries, local honey and fresh lemon, fresh from the oven! #homemadepies #madefromscratch #summerberries #waywardgoosefarm
Wanda gets to relax in the lounging shed during milking as she nears the end of her pre natal vacation. Due in a few days, she’ll be back on the job as soon as she freshens and thus starts her second lactation. #waywardgoosefarm #jerseycow #vermontfarm
I arrived in Belgium 3 days ago. Being in a new place with a new language is odd- everything is so new that I just can’t process it all. Things that should seem amazing, like having an entire drawer in the kitchen filled with chocolate, waffles, etc, seem normal. Also, it is difficult for me to express myself. Although my host family says I speak well and am good at pronouncing my r’s (hehe), I often cannot understand what is going on and just nod and say “oui!” My host family is very understanding and welcoming and don’t mind taking a long time explaining things to me in more simple terms. They say that they are discovering Belgium with me, and have taken me to some amazing places already. Today we went to La Cortége des Giants in the village of Ath, a parade which was nothing like anything I have ever seen before. The floats were all architecturally beautiful and decorated with flowers. Some of them were verrrry tall, and all of them were pulled by big horses, who ma petite sœur was very concerned for. Les giants were immense statues of figures from the bible and history, made of I’m not sure what, and wearing skirts. Inside each skirt was a man who twirled the giant around in time to the music of the marching bands. When they played “Rockin’ Robin” I laughed a little, it sounded so jazzy. One of the floats (I’m not sure if it can really be called a float) was a giant horse. Unfortunately I didn’t get a good picture of it because it was so tall, but it weighed 600 kilos and had 22 people inside walking it along. On the top there were four little boys, strapped in with belts, wearing elaborate costumes and hats and shaking their little reigns. My favorite part of the parade was the bird in the middle picture, avec la petite garcon. It was the first thing to appear, and just seemed so wonderfully magical, delightful and like nothing you would ever see in the United States. In fact the whole thing was like something from a story book.
I am having trouble finding the right adjectives to use- sometimes it feels like french and english are having a war inside my head, especially when I am trying to fall asleep. I have downloaded a meditation podcast to calm things down in there. Now I need to go to bed, my body is thrown out of order with jet lag and today I nearly fell asleep at the barbecue we went to.