This was my kitchen table this morning, full of remnants of doings from the previous evening.
re: Figs. Hubs has been picking figs. Loads of them. The previous years some of them have been jammed, and a goodly portion donated to the compost heap, recycled but not through our tummies. This year I have a fridge, bought almost on a whim by Hubs a couple of weeks ago, but which has proved the hugest of blessings ever since its arrival. It is now full of figs.
In total I have made about sixty pots of assorted types of jam. Approximately one pot per week until next years harvest plus some for use in cooking. A lot of those pots contain fig jam. But I am figged out. So what to do with the trays of figs still resident in the fridge. "Where's my wine making equipment" Hubs said yesterday morning. Ah so that's what's going to happen to those figs!
But that was in the morning. I hoped, as in the manner of Hubs and I think all men, that once the idea had been aired that it would just drift away with the breeze. It didn't. It locked in.
Now normally I have to find stuff which is needed. Hubs expects me to have automatic knowledge as to where everything is, including the screwdriver he had only a moment ago and has put down somewhere but he can't remember where, the same with the watering cans which I hardly ever use but he does several times a day, and so on. Bless. Anyway, I kind of knew the possible location of the brewing gear - in a couple of plastic bags shoved away in a corner of what will be the larder room, only I didn't say. Just kept quiet. Hoping that, as I say, that the idea would drift away.
Now it might appear to you that I am being hard on my would-be Homebrewer Hubs. But in the UK he was a blasted nuisance with his wine making, which he didn't do very often, but when he did it was always with a such a fuss, and the wine jars put in the most inconvenient places that they were an irritation. I do sound a bit grumpy about this don't I! Oh well, that was back in our old life, when we didn't really have the space or the right mindset for lots of things including homebrewing. But: smallholding life does incorporate homebrewing, or at least that is what John Seymour (an excellent author on how to do smallholding life) says.
And so another portion of stickiness was added to the overall stickiness of ourselves and the kitchen, and that was the process brewing fig wine, two jars bubbling away at the moment, with a huge pot of figs on the stove waiting to be cooked. Wish he would get a move on with that pot, though, as there is queue of food, like a chunk of recycled lamb from the freezer to be pot roasted, and some courgettes waiting to be souped and then frozen for winter use, that are requiring of that pot.
So that is why there is a wine jar on the table. And infront of the wine jar you can see a plate which looks like it has string on it, plus a couple of ball-like objects. This is wool ready to be knitted with. Haven't mentioned anything about the Spinning Project, but over the summer I have learnt to spin wool from the fleece sheared from our sheep in June. And behind the wine jar is an upturned stool draped with a skein of yarn which has been washed and dried, and is ready to be rolled into a ball ready to knit or crochet with. And that produces another tad of stickiness, although more pleasant than sugar associated stickiness, and that is the stickiness of the lanolin oil present in the fleece, which covers my hands with a sheen of grease, and my clothes as well if given half a chance, when I am spinning the wool. Lanolin is a delight on the skin though, and is very softening.
I brought the lambs back from Sarah's place yesterday morning. It was time to do so. Time to take up the responsibility of learning how to look after them. Two things we could have done: Have them here in the Courtyard so that they become a part of our home life such that they imprint behaviours from their life living so close to us. Or put them out in the Sheep Barn, where they would not have this imprintedness happening, such that they would stay true to what they are meant to be. This would mean leaving them alone for stretches of time during the day but not at night when the flock would be in the same barn, but not actually in phsysical touching distance. What I mean is: Have them here in the Courtyard where they would be frequently picked up and cuddled, probably play with the chickens and dogs, and possibly start coming into the house, - in other words they would become pets.
And in front of the wine jar is the feeding bottle for the lambs. For the last couple of days I have been learning how to feed our two lambs, the making of their milk always ending up with another portion of stickiness either on the work surface in the kitchen because I have dribbled the milk whilst making the milk and filling the bottle, or tipped the bottle over whilst trying to get the teat onto the bottle. Then there is the testing of the milk to see if it is the right temperature which adds another trickle of stickiness over the back of my hand.
And then out to the Sheep Barn to feed the two of them, because that is where we have decided to house them in the hope that they will naturally engage with being sheepy sheep rather that sheep-pets, I sit on a stool, hold the bottle and receive more stickiness as the lambs feed, one of them normally nuzzling and trying to suck my hands while the other one feeds. We have only one bottle unfortunately, the problem being that the special lamb teats are so narrow that they will only fit small screw-top bottles, which we can't find. The bottle we do have was donated by the receptionist at the Vets, but she wouldn't give me two. Nor would she give me another teat as she only had one left. But we manage.
Did you know that lambs have teeth? Well they do because I have been nibbled. And did you know that they 'break wind'? And that the aroma can be quite rich? Or that they snore, or rather 'zizz' because they are only little. Or that they delight in nuzzling bare skin? Or that tufts of hair start growing on the naked skin of their ears making them look like they are reversing the process of being bald? Or that their 'doings' seems to stick to anything that the squelch comes into contact with, and that as it dries it leaves a glorious bright orangey-yellow stain? And did you know that if a lamb doesn't have a sheep-mother, that a lick around by the family dog particularly in the area of the poo-hole can solve the problem of the gunge which can accumulate around that orifice and which does not seem to wash off with a flannel and water? And that one should not pick up and cuddle lambs because this humanises them, but one can always sit with one's back against the hay bale or barn wall, on the floor, at their level, and they will come and have a sniff at your face and you can sniff at theirs and so you and them will be bonding but not on your terms but on theirs.
Just passing on these titbits of info just in case you should find yourself in a similar position, of being a temporary parent to young sheep.
By the way, when they came back from Sarah's place we put them in the field with their mum who came running towards them with great joy, but then head butted them and walked away. It was a sad moment. While they sounded like her babies, they didn't smell like them and so she said "No, I don't want to look after them", thus producing another raft of lessons to be learnt for us. Not to worry. We are managing.
Also, and this is a hugely long blog but there is lots to write about, one of the eggs hatched in the Chicken Hut, but the chick was evicted by its mum. Crikey, but we do not seem to be having much luck with mums and their babies! Anyway, chick now in situ in the office, beside Hubs, and has been joined by two more, Hubs having decided not to risk their mum chucking them out of the nest again, so he has removed them from their mum as soon as they have been hatched. Will write more about this, but the lambs are imprinting me as their main parent, and the chicks are imprinting Hubs as their main parent. Who'd have thought, three years ago, that we would be feeding milk to lambs and water and feed to chicks. Crikey, but if one keeps taking up opportunities which come along, it is amazing what experiences one will have subsequently!
Back to the table: The candle holder beside the wine jar doesn't really produce a stickiness as such, but I light a candle and send a thought up to the Universe for help when I am feeling like I am slithering backwards. It is lit often of late. Sugary stickiness sticks you to things, but lighting a candle and asking for help unsticks me from that backward slide and starts me moving forward again. Passing that on to you in case you are having a 'backward slide' moment.
Better sign off, and if you stayed with until this point, then well done and blessings to you! And off I go to try to reduce the stickiness from my kitchen!
