Rivendel Farm

....back to the farm......baaaaaaaaah. This post and the next one will be from our vacation, then I'll be back to boring you to death with tales of my training runs.....



Did I ever mention that my in-laws are organic sheep farmers?

 Here, someone is always watching ewe you.

 Raised in something that is nearly Amish in its simplicity, Matt loved it here.

Before I broke my arm, I was close to being okay with starting a farm with him.  I have never told him that, but as I became physically useless with my disability, there was no point.

I have always loved animals.  My grandma and uncle still run the dairy farm where my mom grew up.  Cows and barn cats hold a special places in my childhood and I always have a soft spot for them.

Another animal that has creeped in here at Rivendel Farm is the goat.  Did you know that I have milked a goat?  I’ve bottlefed baby lambs and goats, had pancake wars with the chickens, and hung out with Louie the Llama. 

 

We plan to return to the farm next May when all the lambs are being born.  YES!  Sign me up.

But perhaps the best part about this trip to the farm was my mother-in-law.  She has never quite figured me out.  Sometimes a fluency in sarcasm is misinterpreted.  One time, I was a little too much and she has hated me ever since.  With a little bit of encouragement from Matt, we have learned that the other isn’t really the devil.  We’ve made peace.  And that pretty much rocks.

 

The delicious cinnamon rolls we made together one afternoon.