Sometimes I feel like I am telling you all one giant lie. Today I'm coming clean and honest. I know many of you come here to see the sweet little lambs, pretty colors, and beautiful grazing sheep.
Yes, it is my fault. I totally do it. I take the photos and post them here.
Maybe you are in a cubicle - dreaming of the good life on a farm.
Today I am here to give you all a reality check.
It's mud season in western Massachusetts. Do you see The Farmer's insulated overalls? He only has one pair and he wears them all day. There is no time to wash them and besides - in a day, they will be recovered with mud, manure, and lambing bodily liquids. And yes, they come in the house and hang over the wing chair in the living room every evening giving an incredible odor.
It doesn't matter that it rains and pours. The sheep and lambs need to eat they have to fed twice a day.
And yes, we have checked into how the mud can be dealt with for thousands and thousands of dollars spent on drainage, excavating, fill and gravel. There is no possible way we can afford such improvements. The humans and animals go with the flow. It will be over very soon.
Besides, with the mud comes sugaring season. Through the hills of western Massachusetts maple farmers are boiling sap making delicious syrup.
Check out CISA's website if you would like to visit a local sugarhouse. Our favorite is Gould's on the Mohawk Trail. Bring your camera - it is a classic. There is even a museum in the back of it.
So do you still want to be a farmer?