Riversdell

… but the memory lingers. Eric is spending this week cutting and splitting firewood for next winter.

No, it’s just Sampson, our ram, in the process of losing his winter coat. The Katahdin breed is a hair sheep, which means that they don’t grow wool.

Kirsten picked up four Tamworth piglets today. We’ll let them root around our drainage swale to terraform it little before moving them into next year’s garden area. These pigs’ dams came from upstate New York.

After several days of unseasonably warm, breezy days and with rain in the overnight forecast, Eric decided yesterday to try yet again to burn the large brush pile left over from last spring’s pasture clearing project. This time he was eminently successful. The sheep seemed to enjoy the show, too. Behind the fire you can see our 5-foot diameter mill stone, brought to this property, we surmize, from Hooks Mill ¼-mile upstream from us by the 1936 flood that wiped out the mill.

No, just our magpie duck flock slurping up the mineral soup left by the earlier phase of the bonfire. This area is so wet that the ashes were drowned and cool within a hour as the fire died back; so wet, in fact, that there were actually rivulets of water running under the fire.