Reflections on Life After the Dairy
It has been over a year now that we closed down the dairy. I am sure I have written this before elsewhere about this, but I shall repeat it again: I don't miss it. Oh, certainly there are aspects of it that I miss; the calves mostly. The calves and their slobbery faces, the cows and their amusing antics, the smell of alfalfa in late summer or early fall when we had our hay supply laid in for winter; those are all things I remember fondly. But let's be completely honest. I love sleep more. Much more. Sleeping in until 5 AM is nice. Most people I speak to opine that 5 AM isn't sleeping in, and I might agree with them some mornings, but arising early has its advantages. On school days Ellen gets up around 5:30 AM. Well, that is when she sets her alarm, but we'll just brush past this and say that maybe intentions do count for something. By 5:30 AM I can get Gary's breakfast out of the way, get Ellen up and going and then have my Bi...