Fourth week on the farm

Calf campground at the conventional dairy farm across the street.

Cows being milked there.

The poo lagoon.

This is the ornery goose and his duck buddies.

Pizzas are a Friday night staple.

My mini farm.

Didn't get a chance to write much this week because when I got home, I was busy doing the above to my yard. But highlights from week four include weeding and mulching raspberries; planting tomatoes, lettuce, spinach, and potatoes; visiting the dairy farm across the street; shoveling out and power-washing the chicken coop; and working with three young folks from Philadelphia who helped Roger man the market booth (which meant I could stay back and garden). 

My bedroom on the farm, for now.

Also, I now have a bed set up in the barn, and it's lovely to wake up to birds chirping in the rafters.