Friday, March 19, 2010
Dirt farmers retreat to beach
Martyn and I haven't had a real day off in....never. Seriously. Thankfully, we love what we do and after a five day work week, we just keep working, on the farm. It's also fortunate we like each other so our weekends at the farm are 95% enjoyable [besides we consume vast amounts of red wine and Apifera food, why go any where?].
But we are feeling our knees need to slow down, now that we are 50. And we feel a need to, well gosh darn it, leave for a day. Today was 70 degrees. And on that first summer like day, a person is beckoned to 'Go West" even if you live 70 miles from the edge of the west. We tossed abandon aside, made sure all lambies were safe, and loaded up Huck and Mud [The One Eyed Pug does not do well on car trips anymore, but he slept happily on his sunny spot all day].
We took the back route to the ocean, up the through the Nestaka River area...so many steel headers out, poor Dirt Farmer yearned to be with them. I have a fantasy I'll become rich and will let Martyn fish al day, while I bake and paint, and I'll have a handy farm hand that looks something like Paul Newman in his 60's. It's a very curvy road, and everything was going swimmingly, until Mud tossed his breakfast, and all the ...er...natural organic matter he had eaten in the yard before we started our trip.
But, do not despair, kind readers! I just happened to have a roll of toilet paper in the car. Why? I know not, but I sure was feeling fortunate I did. I said, "This has got to be the luckiest day of my life - first, it's 70 degrees, second, I'm on 8 hour holiday, and 3, I have a roll of toilet paper handy when my dog gets sick." It doesn't get any better than this. Windows down, we made it to Pacific City where Muddy was introduced to the ocean.
Upon arriving home, Apifera was basking in 4 pm sunshine. No one died in our absence [make mental note to self - "Things can live without you for small amounts of time...unless a hawk comes and grabs a chicken or a lamb...or the donkey gets their hoof trapped in fencing...or...stop me!"
I felt good. I felt alive. I whipped up an apple pie - with raggedy lattice top- it was definitely a good day that was fit for a raggedy lattice top. And Martyn said, "I've been thinking all day about lamb stew." So he set off to cookin'.