Sunday, December 23, 2012
From left to right, Evalina, Karolis, Sallu, Umar and my husband Felipe. We are about to have our organic farm lunch using the veggies we grow and our homemade bread. Sallu and Umar made the floral arrangements.
The floral arrangements are sooooo sweet. They make life a little more beautiful...if that is possible.
The floral arrangements are sooooo sweet. They make life a little more beautiful...if that is possible.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Sunday, August 05, 2012
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
Finca Quijote de Esperanza, our farm, now has a Facebook page of it's own. We will be talking about permaculture, Steiner, natural medicine, and all things related to healthy farm life and healthy people. Please join us and click the "like" button. www.facebook.com/FincaQuijotedeEsperanza
Friday, December 30, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
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birds
Saturday, June 04, 2011
Farm life is routine, you have the I got to get it done everyday stuff, cows fed, wash washed, mid-morning breakfast (I don’t make an early breakfast), and your always trying to beat the rainforest rain. Yesterday I was picking lettuce and when I looked up there was our young male stallion, Macho, loose and in the veggie garden. NOOOOOOO. Macho might be young, but he is big, fast and powerful, Dad was a Spanish Pasafino. He was not interested in hearing from me, he was looking for good eats. I drove him with waving arms into the backyard and out of the garden and while the farm manager’s wife stood guard with her broom I went and got my quad for the round-up. Macho left the back yard and went two pastures down to where my husband was working on his backhoe….newly planted pasture grass, also a no no. I raced down on my quad and found Marcos our farm manager, picked him up and on the return trip as I turned a corner heading across a stream named Brava, here was Macho coming at us all wild eyed. Marcos jumped off the quad and ran back to open up the first gate, while I got out of Machos way. We directed him into his new location of the day. I would never have a stallion again, if given the choice. Macho’s only thoughts are eating and sex, sex and eating. I drove Marcos back to work, and I went back to fetch my bowl of lettuce and greens.
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life on the farm
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Volcan Turrialba
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
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bueys
Monday, April 11, 2011
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Fer de Lance,
Marcos
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