The Sad, Sorry Guineas of Lincoln County

The Sad, Sorry Guineas of Lincoln County are a wretched bunch. Two and Three are your standard pearl guinea. One is a lavender; Four is a purple. They are all intent on being the victims of starvation or predation. 

Since their flee on Mother's Day morning they have been seen twice and heard from only a few times more. Two evenings ago marked the second (and feared last) sighting. Dear Old Four, at first mistaken for a chicken, was found alone at dusk feverishly racing the sun for the last of the feed and water. The sun set on him nearly five and a half feet up in the apple tree and by morning his branch sat empty. 

AND SO, the feeders of The Sad, Sorry Guineas of Lincoln County turn their ears towards the wind in search of wayward guinea calls of homecoming. They also sit in what can only be described as a bit of fearful anticipation for the day when their neighbors will call and request the removal of those four fool birds from their property. Because damn it. Guineas are nuts, especially when playing the role of the pursued.

Consistently Inconsistent: An Ending

Grab a cup of coffee or put on a pot of tea, maybe get a babysitter? This one's going to be long.

The succinct version of what I have to say is that Seasoned is being shelved. Since the release of the winter issue I've done an incredible amount of thinking when it comes to Seasoned. I thought for a while I was struggling because I was trying to balance our move and the release of the spring issue. Hours of thinking and talking led me to the conclusion that Seasoned in its current state just doesn't work. The long, probably too involved explanation of all those thoughts are below...you know, if you have a few hours to devote to my emotionally charged ramblings.

Regardless of how far you're able to read I want everyone to know this: I am incredibly grateful and humbled by all the support I've been shown. Most days it hasn't felt deserved and I'm just beyond thankful for this little community on the world wide web. You guys helped me buy seeds and buoyed my confidence when it was waning. I haven't written much about it because I'm certain I could never find words to do justice to what your support has meant to me in the past few months. Really and truly - you guys are awesome. In fact, in part, it's your awesomeness that led me to the decision to stop Seasoned in it's current form. You guys deserve something better and more affordable, neither of which I'm able to give at this current juncture in my life.

So if this is as far as you're going let me say this: thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. For coming here every day, for always having such nice things to say to me in comments and in emails, and for supporting me through this venture in my life. Your support came as we were making the biggest transition in our life, from hopeless land hunters to bona fide dream farm finders. Having you guys there for the ride was incredible. Anytime you're in Maine I want you to come over for coffee so I can thank you properly.

20/52

a portrait of my child once a week, every week, in 2013

Catching the fog before bed.

The 52 Project

We went to market this morning! And now I want a nap. Fingers crossed we can show up with my grandma's famous poundcake next week. And can we also cross our fingers for some extra time? I need to move the compost to the garden (one five-gallon bucket at a time) and put some growing things in the ground and put up a fence and research some pigs and develop some sort of plan or vision for what exactly we're doing here. Also- I need to grow at least three more arms. No big deal.

Enjoy your weekend, people! So far it's a beautiful one here.