Skip to content

Middlemay Farm

Katahdin Sheep, Chickens, Ducks, Dogs and Novelist Adrienne Morris live here (with humans).

Tag: Sustainable Living

September 9, 2015

Late Summer Enjoyments: Books and Goats

Continue reading →

May 10, 2015May 10, 2015

A Morning with Cows

Continue reading →

April 16, 2015May 1, 2015

Sapping Over

Continue reading →

November 20, 2014November 21, 2014

Loss, Loss, Gain

Continue reading →

News Flash: Uneasy Animal Lover Eats Meat

News Flash: Uneasy Animal Lover Eats Meat

Continue reading →

Goats in Diapers

Continue reading →

A Walk In The Woods

November 25, 2013December 2, 2013

A Walk In The Woods

Continue reading →

Bountiful Harvest By First-Rate Suburban Transplant Farmer–Not

November 22, 2013November 22, 2013

Bountiful Harvest By First-Rate Suburban Transplant Farmer–Not

Continue reading →

More of our farm on Instagram

Now that I’ve finished writing the sixth and final book in The Tenafly Road Series, I ‘m enjoying a good long read! FANTASTIC

Meet Rhett Butler our new LAVENDER rooster!

Turtle 🐢 in my pond

The syrup of lilies hangs thick and sweet in the air, its cloying scent the traditional mask of death and rebirth: ashes and incense, rain and dirt, and something like rosin. It's the scent Hector associates with God. The scent of heavenly things. Kimberly Morgan, On Angels and Rabbit Holes

Song of myself A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose? Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation. Walt Whitman

Lost little lamb.

Goodnight, my someone, Goodnight, my love, Sleep tight, my someone, Sleep tight, my love, Our star is shining it's brightest light For goodnight, my love, for goodnight. Sweet dreams be yours, dear, If dreams there be Sweet dreams to carry you close to me. (From Music Man)

At the rodeo tonight! Beautiful animals!

You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them. Ray Bradbury

“If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.” George Orwell.

Tags

agriculture Americana Animals Art autumn barn Beauty Beekeeping Bees blog blogging Books cats Cavalier King Charles Spaniel Chickens Christmas Country Life country living cows Cute Animals Dairy Goats death Dogs Ducks Family Farm Farm Animals Farming Fashion Flowers Food Friday night lights Gardening Goat Cheese goat kids Goats golden retriever history homestead Homesteading Humor life Lifestyle livestock love Maple Syrup Maremma Marriage men Nature Nature Photography Nubian Nubian goat Nubian Goats organic Outdoors Pets Photo Photo Essay Photograph Photography quote quotes roosters seasons Sheep Snow spring Sustainable Sustainable Living trees wildlife winter woods writers

Follow Blog via Email

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Categories

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use.
To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy