It’s difficult to write about things that happened so many months ago. Remember when we were in Maine? Yeah, a lot has happened since then. Currently, we reside in Florida where the sun is shining brightly, the temperatures are in the high 70s/low 80s and I’m still enjoying wearing flip flops all day, every day. Life is good. It would probably make sense for me to just live in the now and write about what we are doing currently but I’d be leaving out a lot of great stories and travel experiences. And, since this is my travel journal, I’m going to live in the past for a little while longer. So, back to New England we go!
After Maine, we returned to New Hampshire for our birth class reunion and Emerson’s 2 month check-up with the devoid-of-all-bedside-manners-and-made-me-feel-like-a-bad-mother pediatrician. We also returned for a very unusual task. One that Chris had been looking forward to for several weeks. But, I need to back up even more to set up the story.
I think I’ve mentioned our CSA farm that we joined when we got up to New Hampshire, right? If not, here’s a recap: We joined a CSA Farm when we got up to New Hampshire.
The farm is the 1780 Farm and its owners are pretty awesome people. We knew from the moment we stepped foot on the farm that we liked this place. It felt like coming home every time we went there. Richard, Jeanny, and Chelsea quickly became like family to us. Here are some highlights of our CSA experience and their generosity throughout the summer:
- Their CSA baskets are filled to the max with amazing veggies, delicious recipes, fresh cut flowers, tasty herbs, and even bread. Yes, bread.
- The day I went into labor I was actually hanging out at the farm while Chris “helped” pick blueberries. (He did more talking than picking). The following day, Emerson was born and Jeanny was kind enough to prepare us two meals so we wouldn’t have to cook during our first week home as frazzled and exhausted new parents. Awesome? I think so.
They let us bring family to the farm to show our nieces and nephews the chickens, ducks, pig, and cows. Richard gave the kids (and grownup kids) a tractor ride. Jeanny surprised us with a roasted chicken, fresh vegetables, and homemade ranch dressing. You know, just a little something she threw together at the last minute. Oh, and have you ever tasted sweet corn fresh off the stalk? I mean, literally, pulled off the stalk and eaten raw? It’s amazing. Sweet and juicy amazing. Without the 1780 Farm, I never would have known about that and my life would be totally incomplete.
So, those are some highlights of our time at the Farm this summer. We said our goodbyes to our new friends as we left for Maine. We knew we’d be back one more time but at that point I did not realize that we would be returningfor this unusual yet educational farm task. (Vegetarians may want to stop reading now.)
We returned so that Chris could kill a chicken. Nine chickens, actually. Since we eat so much chicken in our home and since we’d like to live on a farm someday, Chris had expressed an interested in assisting the farm with the processing of their chickens. His reasoning was that a) he needs to know how to do this if we plan to live on a farm, b) he feels that all people who eat meat should know how that meat is processed and take part in the actually processing and, c) this would help him determine if he should become a vegetarian.
So, yes, we returned to the farm so Chris could process a chicken. I didn’t think he’d actually do it, but Richard and Jeanny were great teachers and he learned the entire process and did quite an impressive job, I must say. I was offered the same opportunity but I, uh, well, I chickened out.
Once that task was complete, Chris and I prepared to move on over to our campground in Brattleboro where we would settle for our last few weeks in the area. Richard and Jeanny, however, invited us to live in their driveway. So we did. Not for one night. Not even for one week. But, for two whole weeks. They let us use their shower. They let us hook into their electricity. They let us do our laundry. They cooked us some amazing meals. They taught me how to work with fondant. And, they invited us into their family and made us feel at home. It was great fun living on the farm for two weeks. We woke up to the ducks, Click and Clack, quacking outside our window. We fed our food scraps to the friendly pig. We were treated to beautiful sunsets every night. It was a wonderful time and made our New Hampshire experience even more memorable (you know, in addition to that whole “giving birth to our first child” event). So, to Richard, Jeanny, Chelsea, and Betsy, we say a great BIG thank you for your hospitality, generosity, and friendship!