I apologize for the paucity of posts. It has been brought about in part by fine spring weather, which has allowed the boss to get a little chisel plowing done, and let me rake about nineteen billion honey locust pods off the lawn. What am I going to do with those windrows of tree fruit? I don’t know, but I love it when March goes out like a lamb.
There are also the impending visits of not only a state milk inspector, but a federal one as well. That’s right, we lucky dairy farmers have several levels of bureaucratic oversight just champing at the bit to bring us to heel in our milk houses. Get those windowsills dusted and the gloves off the ladder. Clean the floor, patch the wall, paint whatever will hold still. And do it NOW before they get here with their clipboards and disposable boots.
We get to enjoy the state check up because we are changing milk companies and the national one because the new co-op is up for its periodic federal rating. I am coughing even as we speak, by way of discovering that some pvc pipes I cleaned up last week were full of noxious grain dust that had seeped through the ceiling from an abandoned bin. Hack, hack.
Ah, well, the ground is covered with crocuses the color of rich golden cream, and birds are cheering on the approach of fine spring weather with a jangly concert of morning calling. The Cobleskill Dairy Fashions Sale is tomorrow too. There will be lots of pretty purebred cows for us to admire and covet. (I really am looking forward to that.) Meanwhile, if you don't see me here, know that I am making our barn safe for food production (can't have gloves on the ladder or tractor bearings on the windowsill) or stealing a few minutes to welcome spring to my gardens.
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