After a 10-day getaway in New York and New Jersey, I was glad to get home to the farm. While I was away, husband Bruce and industrious farm workers Diane Hersey and Matt Roach fed the cattle, kept water troughs free of ice, and checked twice a day for.
For the second time in six months, I made my way to Atlantic City, NJ., except on this trip, husband Bruce, a non-gambler, stayed on the farm to feed the animals. Instead, I traveled with Trish Taylor, farm friend, and head chef at Grappone Conference.
Every year, about this time, Mother Nature declares war on Miles Smith Farm. Her weapon is ice.Winter is a constant battle to keep my livestock hydrated. Cows have natural insulation to keep warm but can’t live without water. Some farmers believe.
For New Year’s Eve, the weather was all warm and balmy with shirt-sleeve temperatures, no wind, and pretending it didn’t try to kill us the week before. I was on vacation in Georgia when the Arctic weather descended. Below-freezing temperatures,.
Sometimes, when I’m not looking, a miracle sneaks up on me. I’m not talking about the supernatural kind of miracles but about the super-wonderful kind.The blanket of white stuff decorated the farm and turned the brown earth into a Christmas showcase..