Catherine Nicolai
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I'm imagining you with a candle in a Dickensian holder at your bedside. Blow it out. You won't be visited by three spirits tonight, though we do hope you wake feeling like a brand new happy person tomorrow. Let's all take a deep breath in And out. Once more, breathe in. And sigh it out. Good. Holiday at Weathervane Farm. Just hanging the lights would take a day. I didn't mind at all.
I'm imagining you with a candle in a Dickensian holder at your bedside. Blow it out. You won't be visited by three spirits tonight, though we do hope you wake feeling like a brand new happy person tomorrow. Let's all take a deep breath in And out. Once more, breathe in. And sigh it out. Good. Holiday at Weathervane Farm. Just hanging the lights would take a day. I didn't mind at all.
I'm imagining you with a candle in a Dickensian holder at your bedside. Blow it out. You won't be visited by three spirits tonight, though we do hope you wake feeling like a brand new happy person tomorrow. Let's all take a deep breath in And out. Once more, breathe in. And sigh it out. Good. Holiday at Weathervane Farm. Just hanging the lights would take a day. I didn't mind at all.
It was a special time of year, one that I looked forward to through the rainy days of spring, the summer heat, and especially as the leaves dried and fell. On the drive up the road at night, when the farm came into sight, and you saw the trees wrapped in white lights, the branches suddenly picked out against the dark sky, the roofline of the house and barn, and even the weather vane all glowing.
It was a special time of year, one that I looked forward to through the rainy days of spring, the summer heat, and especially as the leaves dried and fell. On the drive up the road at night, when the farm came into sight, and you saw the trees wrapped in white lights, the branches suddenly picked out against the dark sky, the roofline of the house and barn, and even the weather vane all glowing.
It was a special time of year, one that I looked forward to through the rainy days of spring, the summer heat, and especially as the leaves dried and fell. On the drive up the road at night, when the farm came into sight, and you saw the trees wrapped in white lights, the branches suddenly picked out against the dark sky, the roofline of the house and barn, and even the weather vane all glowing.
Well, it made a day of work well worth it. And besides the beauty, it was a way to guide visitors. Our farm relied on the community to help us keep our rescued pigs and goats and donkeys in hay and feed for the winter. So a few years ago, we hatched an idea to bring them all together. It involved lots of twinkle lights, hot cocoa and cider, and Santa hats with holes cut out for long, floppy ears.
Well, it made a day of work well worth it. And besides the beauty, it was a way to guide visitors. Our farm relied on the community to help us keep our rescued pigs and goats and donkeys in hay and feed for the winter. So a few years ago, we hatched an idea to bring them all together. It involved lots of twinkle lights, hot cocoa and cider, and Santa hats with holes cut out for long, floppy ears.
Well, it made a day of work well worth it. And besides the beauty, it was a way to guide visitors. Our farm relied on the community to help us keep our rescued pigs and goats and donkeys in hay and feed for the winter. So a few years ago, we hatched an idea to bring them all together. It involved lots of twinkle lights, hot cocoa and cider, and Santa hats with holes cut out for long, floppy ears.
After all, who wouldn't want to drive out to the country on a snowy December evening and be wished seasons' bleedings by all the goats? A volunteer knitted giant Christmas sweaters for the donkeys. Our oldest and sweetest dog
After all, who wouldn't want to drive out to the country on a snowy December evening and be wished seasons' bleedings by all the goats? A volunteer knitted giant Christmas sweaters for the donkeys. Our oldest and sweetest dog
After all, who wouldn't want to drive out to the country on a snowy December evening and be wished seasons' bleedings by all the goats? A volunteer knitted giant Christmas sweaters for the donkeys. Our oldest and sweetest dog
a slow-moving pug who couldn't see too well, played Santa Paws, laying on the cushioned seat of a small sled in the barn, where people could tell him what they wanted for Christmas and get their pictures taken. He often snoozed through the whole thing. We strung mistletoe above the pigs' enclosure.
a slow-moving pug who couldn't see too well, played Santa Paws, laying on the cushioned seat of a small sled in the barn, where people could tell him what they wanted for Christmas and get their pictures taken. He often snoozed through the whole thing. We strung mistletoe above the pigs' enclosure.
a slow-moving pug who couldn't see too well, played Santa Paws, laying on the cushioned seat of a small sled in the barn, where people could tell him what they wanted for Christmas and get their pictures taken. He often snoozed through the whole thing. We strung mistletoe above the pigs' enclosure.
And while no one had actually gone in for a kiss, they did get quite a lot of belly rubs and treats. We found big yoga balls, painted like ornaments, that the goats chased and tried to jump on.
And while no one had actually gone in for a kiss, they did get quite a lot of belly rubs and treats. We found big yoga balls, painted like ornaments, that the goats chased and tried to jump on.
And while no one had actually gone in for a kiss, they did get quite a lot of belly rubs and treats. We found big yoga balls, painted like ornaments, that the goats chased and tried to jump on.
Mostly it was an excuse to bring people close to our animals and let them be reminded of how beautiful they were, how much they enjoyed their lives here, where they would never be in danger, where they would only know love. and that being a part of giving that safety and love was an excellent way to celebrate the season.
Mostly it was an excuse to bring people close to our animals and let them be reminded of how beautiful they were, how much they enjoyed their lives here, where they would never be in danger, where they would only know love. and that being a part of giving that safety and love was an excellent way to celebrate the season.