But, each time someone has asked me if we will be having a Barn Sale this year (2015), I would sputter out a "maybe". Then it happened on Friday. Someone asked, I began to sputter & explain.....and then out came a very clear "no".
No, there will not be a Meadowview Farm Barn Sale this year.
There are so many reasons I had held back on a clear, concise answer:
1. What if I just held a smaller sale?
2. But it is so much fun to get ready...
3. My hayloft looks so empty & lonely!
But for every reason why, the list of why not was longer.
So...there, a decision.
No Barn Sale in 2015!
Now, as for 2016~~~~I will think that through later.
If you look...slightly to the right of our farmhouse, right there in the driveway, you will see my Whisper Annie heading back to the barn. This was the day Matt & Caroline visited and they photographed my little 6 year old barn cat ~~ mostly because she was just so friendly. She was my oldest kitten born on our farm...outliving the 5 year average mortality rate for female barn cats (males only average several years). She was a sweet, independent girl - princess at this farm. She often spent nights on our porch, one of only two outdoor cats allowed on. We had debated bringing her in after our boy cats passed away, but knew she would fight with Rosie...and knew she would crave her freedom. So, we took our chances. Two days after this picture was taken in mid-June, she disappeared, without a trace, just gone.
But the wren knew, she chattered near the corn crib, telling us tales of alarm. Our minds traveled to so many possibilities, but in the end, we guessed it was the work of a coyote...the wren told us as much as she danced over droppings in the yard. And Tuesday, as I watered plants, again I found droppings. So coyote ~~ I venture to share that you may have met your match ~ when you mess with "my flock" ~ you mess with me. Lights were lit about the farm last night...and we also learned that coyotes dislike talk radio (of course they do-such are the analogies of life).....so we broadcast WPR all night from our deck. We have a new fence around our pasture and a hunting rifle at the ready.
This may have started with a whisper, but it will end with fury.