The ranch remains shrouded in heavy fog the sky is grey and there is a cold dampness in the air. All around the ranch bare tree branches where there used to be leafy green foliage, red green and gold leaves litter the ground and frosted lacy cobwebs hang from every branch. Autumn is here and Winter isn’t far away.
Young WWOOFER Christina has been busy keeping up Gentle Giant Meadows Ranch traditions…..The holes she and Tyler dug on Saturday have been filled and currently her WWOOFER arrow is on the production line. Yesterday afternoon, with the wood stove crackling in the barn kitchen, Christina began to paint the arrow that will bear her name and point in the direction of Vermont ( hopefully !). The finished work of art will join those of WWOOFERS we have hosted over the years and be a memory of the time they spent with us. Earlier she and Greg had worked on restoring the stock trailer to road worthiness. Christina helped, under Greg’s supervision to isolate the problem and once located strip and rebuild the connector for the lights. She also got to play with another power tool and using a half inch drill bored a hole through the workshop wall ready for an electric fixture. Mom and Dad Fornaciari…..are you ready for your daughter’s return….hide the power tools !!
Mom Sikora spent the afternoon preparing an early Thanksgiving dinner which, after a long cold day was gratefully devoured. The home grown turkey was cooked to perfection and mom created some of Greg’s family favourite vegetables. Our thanks to the Ranch Cook… Thank you Mom.
I had a close encounter (way too close) with a relative of Doris the deer yesterday. Doris the deer who devastated my vegetable garden, ate the corn, devoured the raspberries, dined on the grapes and gorged on the orchard. Not surprisingly….I am no longer a lover of deer ! Whilst taking Charm the golden palomino out to the pasture a yearling blacktail sauntered down the farm road straight towards us. As I watched, the yearling headed straight for me, ears pricked. Someone must have told that little deer that I don’t have a permit, don’t have a gun….and even if I did I would have missed ! Finally the deer turned around and with no undue haste turned and wandered aimlessly up the path to munch on my house garden. DOH !!!
It’s still dark out there but the cuckoo clock has spoken. It’s time to get back down to the barn. Take care, keep safe. M
Young WWOOFER Christina has been busy keeping up Gentle Giant Meadows Ranch traditions…..The holes she and Tyler dug on Saturday have been filled and currently her WWOOFER arrow is on the production line. Yesterday afternoon, with the wood stove crackling in the barn kitchen, Christina began to paint the arrow that will bear her name and point in the direction of Vermont ( hopefully !). The finished work of art will join those of WWOOFERS we have hosted over the years and be a memory of the time they spent with us. Earlier she and Greg had worked on restoring the stock trailer to road worthiness. Christina helped, under Greg’s supervision to isolate the problem and once located strip and rebuild the connector for the lights. She also got to play with another power tool and using a half inch drill bored a hole through the workshop wall ready for an electric fixture. Mom and Dad Fornaciari…..are you ready for your daughter’s return….hide the power tools !!
Mom Sikora spent the afternoon preparing an early Thanksgiving dinner which, after a long cold day was gratefully devoured. The home grown turkey was cooked to perfection and mom created some of Greg’s family favourite vegetables. Our thanks to the Ranch Cook… Thank you Mom.
I had a close encounter (way too close) with a relative of Doris the deer yesterday. Doris the deer who devastated my vegetable garden, ate the corn, devoured the raspberries, dined on the grapes and gorged on the orchard. Not surprisingly….I am no longer a lover of deer ! Whilst taking Charm the golden palomino out to the pasture a yearling blacktail sauntered down the farm road straight towards us. As I watched, the yearling headed straight for me, ears pricked. Someone must have told that little deer that I don’t have a permit, don’t have a gun….and even if I did I would have missed ! Finally the deer turned around and with no undue haste turned and wandered aimlessly up the path to munch on my house garden. DOH !!!
It’s still dark out there but the cuckoo clock has spoken. It’s time to get back down to the barn. Take care, keep safe. M
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