Empty Nest

All of a sudden, the nest is empty. The birds have gone, and what had been a constant blur of activity is now nothing more than a few discarded feathers. – Marci Seither

Empty Nest ©Nissa Gadbois

Empty Nest ©Nissa Gadbois

And just like that, they’re gone.  The nest is empty.  I wasn’t prepared for how sad I felt at seeing this beautiful little avian home bereft of life.  I think about how lonely it is for those older folks who perhaps never married, were unable to have children, or whose children, for whatever reason, are not close to their parents physically or emotionally.  

How blessed we are to have a full retinue of children ranging from toddler to adult!  How grateful I am for the courage – and ability – to have said YES to life.  Our nest will never be empty.  It will be full of colour and song for as long as we live, God willing.

The Womanly Art of Goat Herding

You’re not a proper woman unless you own a goat or two – Miss Kay Robertson

Faline ©Nissa Gadbois

I have always loved that quote.  Somehow, it’s the validation that I need.  Being a goatherd is one of the most satisfying things in life, apart from my own human family.  They teach me so much.  They are smart and sweet.  They are submissive and generous.  And this little gal?  She’s so strong.  This is Faline.  She is the daughter of our herd queen, Essy.  She freshened for the first time this year, and almost died.  She needed a cesarean – a first for our farm.  For weeks, we cared tenderly for her and watched her closely for signs of infection.  Slowly, she recovered.  And every day, she would keep up with the herd.  And through it all, she never lost her sweet temper, she always came to greet us with an offer of her nose to scratch.  Caring for her, and for all of our goats, really does make me feel like a proper woman – strong and smart and confident.

A Sprig with its Flower

In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash’d palings, Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green, with many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love, With every leaf a miracle – and from this bush in the dooryard, With delicate-color’d blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green, A sprig with its flower I break. – Walt Whitman
Watercolour Lilacs | ©Nissa Gadbois
I have always loved lilacs.  I lament that they don’t last longer.  But perhaps if they did, they wouldn’t be so precious. 

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New Life

It’s a miracle to behold, whether vegetable, animal, or human.  It is proof positive of God’s love for His creation.  He puts so much care into the unfolding of each creature’s development. 

William came in to let me know that three of the four robin’s eggs had hatched.  By the time I got up there with my camera, all four had finished hatching.

©Nissa Gadbois

©Nissa Gadbois

©Nissa Gadbois

We have been watching another sort of unfolding here – that of our adopted daughter.  She has had a terrible adjustment.  Learned behaviours die hard for some kids.  But new behaviours can be learned.  She is learning that she is capable, that she is smart, that she can be and do whatever she wants.  Slowly, she will learn her own self worth. 

Some little chicks hatch later and with more difficulty.  They may take a bit longer to gain strength and confidence until eventually, they are fledging.  But one day, they’ll fly just like their brothers and sisters.

The Hum of Bees

The hum of bees is the voice of the garden. – Elizabeth Lawrence

Kenya Top Bar Hives

We’re looking forward to hearing that voice again.  We lost 800 ornamental cherry trees in a killing freeze this winter.  These hives will get a spruce-up and possibly a rebuild to make them easier to ‘heat’ for the bees.  And we’ll get building some more later this summer.  Here’s hoping that the farm will be abuzz with honeybees again this time next year.

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