I know, I know–it’s just more evidence of his shallow-minded hippie mentality. But I’m proud of him.
Barack Obama has declared the week of Thanksgiving every year National Farm-City Week, in order to honor and dignify the folks who grow our food. And, I can only hope deeply, to help turn our minds to issues of food production and rural community development.
Across seventeen time zones and halfway around the world, Paul (a retired neighbor), Rob (Julie’s son; also a neighbor) and I just rounded and sheared about thirty ewes. This happens once a year as the weather warms up and the wool begins to make the sheep uncomfortable. It took us all of two whole days to do this–not because the actual task is so time-consuming, but because so many different things went wrong.
Time to get back to goat containment. Over and out, folks.