
Meet our new arrival in this menagerie! Elka is a border collie puppy who came to us at eight weeks old. She’s now 9 1/2 weeks. My god she is so smart. She learns everything quickly and eagerly, with a look in her eyes that seems to say, “what now mom?” She follows me around, having more interest in me than the other dogs or animals. However, she has already shown herding instincts, following behind the goats, watching them intensely and crouching in the border collie way when they stop. On her third day here, I took her to the Quabbin. When I waded in up to my knees, she dove into the water and swam out to herd me back in. This bravery was on her eight-week birthday!
We love her dearly already.
Oscar clearly enjoys her. His back legs are not functioning well due to a congenital cruciate ligament issue, for which he is getting surgery next week. But he can stay laying down while she jumps all over him. They can play for an hour this way. Pumpkin, of course, hates her just like she hates everything, but the fact that she can sleep on the bed while Elka has to sleep in a crate makes up for the insult.

Oscar will have his second knee done in about a month and will spend the entire summer recovering. However, by Halloween, he will be able to be the young, vibrant dog he is in his heart. It will be so good to have him back as my hiking and riding companion.











We are hosting Katie Groves, basket weaver, to teach a workshop here Sunday, April 8. One reason we have invited her as opposed to other basket weavers is that she uses local materials that we can easily harvest ourselves. We’ll be learning to use cattails, daylily leaves, bittersweet, grape vines and other grasses. I am posting the information about this workshop below.
We have planted our 4 American Chestnuts. One of them is starting to show through the top soil. We plan to put them out some time in June. We got these seeds from the

And yet, the signs of spring are starting to be everywhere. Walking across a snow-free area of the pasture, we see dots of robins searching for worms. The crocus is coming up! The buds of the lilac leaves are tight but green.
Another sure sign is that I saw Zoe drive by my window on Cubby, our little mower tractor. Seeing this, I can be SURE spring is coming! No matter how unlikely that seems today. We had Cubby, and the manure cart packed away in the Brenderup horse trailer for the winter. Zoe used it to take a first spring cartload of manure out to the garden.
We’ve also started planting some seeds indoors. Leeks, lettuce, celery, and other tender greens. Zoe had help doing this from Bob Winston our friend, a fellow farmer, and mycology sage.
My good friend Harry Rockland-Miller has been gardening for many years. He has been talking to me about his “solar cones” and how much they extend his gardening season. A good friend of both Harry and I, and a fellow gardener here at Ancient Ponies Farm, Jeff Weston, volunteered to make solar cones for us. You can find the design for them in the book Solar Gardening. This Sunday, Harry is coming over to give us a workshop on how to work with these solar cones in our garden.
Somewhere around the beginning of February, deep in the bowels of winter, there is a feeling of the coming spring. A quickening. Maybe it is the light that now lasts past 5:00 pm. Maybe it is the angle of the light or maybe it is the slight moisture in or direction of the wind. In spite of yesterdays snow that has turned now to a thick coating of ice, we have a sense of having made it through ou

Also, big news, our garden shed arrived two days ago! It’s beautiful and seems to fit right into the landscape. Three men worked 5 hours to put it up. At first it was snowing hard but then, while it was still snowing, the sun came out and then the snow stopped. It will hold all of our tools, pots, amendments and mower.
Yay! Here is a picture from across the pasture. An then a close up. Cute!

Did you know that over 1/3 of the carbon added to the atmosphere since 1850 has come from exposing soil to the air through tilling and deforestation? Tilling soil exposes the stored carbon to the atmosphere. (


This is a line from an old Malvina Reynolds song called “

