For anyone who hasn’t heard, we are having a brutal fire season in the Pacific Northwest.
I’m writing on a day when the smoke is filling the air and we hear that 12,000 acres of land have already been burned in the forests of eastern Washington State. The fires closer to home—43 fires all tolled in and around Washington and Oregon—have in some cases joined forces, fanned by the winds coming from the north. I feel for the men and women fighting these fires, and for the losses already sustained.
The post I’ve been planning on the state of affairs in my garden this summer will have to wait until the air is clearer to take photographs. I am hoping that my gardening friends can help me think of some alternative plants and approaches to a changing world with dryer and hotter conditions. Your thoughts helped me design my entire front garden bed—you are all amazing in your knowledge!
I’m linking in with Donna’s Seasonal Celebrations and with [email protected]PlantPostings —sharing a feeling of farm life and a view into one woman’s hard work keeping her farm animals alive and well while moving into the cooler, longer nights. Please join check out these two amazing blogs and the stories they have to tell.
The Farm I’m taking you to today is Magnolia Farm in Central Oregon, the home of our friend, Elissa, and her six working sheepdogs. Elissa writes me today that the smoke in her area is so thick that her throat is sore and her eyes burn, but on the days we visited, the days were a little cooler—a gift for the firefighters.
I have written about Elissa before and included a link to a terrific, short video on life at the farm.
After the first minute of a recipe for preparing lamb—it was after all, a chef who made the video!—we get to hear for ourselves how Elissa feels about taking the life of an animal for food. It is a fascinating and thought provoking four minutes. I invite you to participate in the conversation about this really important subject.
Our Border Collie, Fly, was born and raised her first year on this farm. (Once she started to work, a nerve injury in her throat was discovered….) Now, she is a city girl. But it is still great fun to go back to the farm where she first learned about herding and see if some natural instincts kick in.
Fly was pretty relaxed—no changes in her easy-going ways, meanwhile her sibling and the other dogs were raring to go!
I wish I would have asked more questions about the types of these sheep. If anyone knows, please share.
I guess it wouldn’t be a day in the country without our beautiful girl rolling in something disgusting. I learned that the rest of the dogs don’t always roll in sheep or cow poop because it just too ordinary for them. (They wait for more interesting stuff, like cougar or bear….) But for our sweet-smelling city dog, the cow dung was just too irresistible, so Fly found the hugest, messiest pile of you-know-what to roll in and had a grand time of it. Of course we let her enjoy it to the fullest…
But there was no way she was getting in the car with us without a bath!
I’d love to hear about YOUR dogs–every dog lover I know likes other people’s dogs too for the most part. Are you a dog person or a cat person? What IS the difference anyway….I’ve never really known. (I’ve usually had both….)
Have you ever watched a Sheepdog trial? Does your dog or cat garden with you?
What would we do without our fabulous furry friends???