The Return of the Sun

It could also be "The Return of the Son" I guess, it sure does feel like it some days. Uncertain times everywhere. I am grateful to be in a place where I can have the freedom to raise at least part of my family's diet. Spring's bounty has brought a set of twin goats kids (Tristan and Isolde) now two weeks old, and last Thursday, a singleton. In strict accordance with Murphy's Law, while racketing about trying to get ready for a UMW church women's luncheon and battling an ant invasion in the kitchen (evidently the ants were flooded out by the incredible amount of rain we have had and chose to move inside) I went out to feed goats and noted one doe with telltale signs of recent birth. I went looking, and found her tiny son staggering to his wobbly legs in the mud. She claims to know nothing about him and that she was never pregnant, and who the heck do I think I am, anyway? So...we have a bottle kid on our hands. Olivia named him "Marty" after his undeserving mother "Marta". This makes the second infant abandonment for her in two years, I think Marta needs to find employment in a brush clearing line of work.

As for the garden...the potato crop survived the two week deluge to my great joy. The lettuce, spinach, peas and broccoli are quite merry. Squash and tomatoes look depressed, hopefully now that the sun is back that will change.