Mayval Farm

Whiskey for my men, and beer for my horses

2009-06-07T22:00:00.013-04:00

Willie Nelson is the only person I can think of to combine horses and whiskey so seamlessly (ok, googling that link tells me there's Toby Keith too, but he is a much less attractive link). I guess I ran into a bit of blogger's block with the KY trip as various distractions – well, principally work – prevented me from finding the all-of-twenty minutes I needed to get this brief little entry up. Nope, not just laziness. Really.

So, other highlights of the trip included a visit to the “Old Friends” retired racehorse center, where we got to see movie star Seabiscuit (below -- not a good picture of him, but you can just make out the name!),

and a tour of the Toyota factory, where we saw a little car manufacturing and a lot of oddly exuberant Toyota employees (I hope the few who did not smile and wave for the tour trolleys still have their jobs!). We were not allowed to take any photos of the Toyota factory, presumably for fear that we might immediately ship off the coveted images to Ford (assuming GM is beyond hope and Chrysler/Fiat wouldn't be interested anyway).

On the last day, we went on a tour of the Buffalo Trace Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey distillery, led by our new buddy Dave. Dave seemed to really, really enjoy working at the bourbon plant. He was particularly fond of the tastings. He definitely took a shining to Kate too. Speaking of shining, Buffalo Trace was the first time I’d tried genuine moonshine. It might well be the last. It was that good.

And here are a few more random pix (click on any and all to enlarge):

Meanwhile, back on the farm, we have some updates on beef for sale (not that I’m going to eat it, but if you eat beef you should) – see the main page for details!

From Cow Country to ... Horse Country!

2009-05-01T23:49:00.022-04:00

I guess strictly speaking Massachusetts probably doesn't count as "cow country" anymore, but where we were last week was most definitely horse country. Horse capital of the USA, to be exact. Having decided that whenever you have three or more farm members you have quorum to blog, I can write about it because four or us – Margie, Ethan, Kate and me – set off for a five day trip to the green pastures and pristine fences of Lexington, Kentucky.

And green it was, remarkably so. We may have been there at the most lovely time of year: flowers were blooming, birds were singing (albeit outside the window at 6 in the morning), and, it being Kentucky, horses were foaling. (We didn’t actually see that, but we possibly saw more foals than I’ve seen in my life to date, see evidence right, and multiply many-fold.) We were visiting to see the Rolex Three Day Event – an international C**** (this means that it’s super duper high level) competition of dressage, cross country, and stadium jumping.

The place we stayed at was this quaint, fantastically yellow B&B named the Pineapple Inn: About the only thing we weren’t served for breakfast was pineapple, but pineapples were ubiquitous about the house: stone pineapples on the steps, wooden pineapples as ornaments, pineapple pictures, and doubtless many other examples we didn’t notice. One of the reasons it was hard to notice them was that besides the pineapples, there was an abundance of other stuff. All of the rooms had themes – ours were the Americana and Victorian rooms – and any antique or trinket to further the theme was welcome and accommodated. This meant that there was always discovery to be done within one’s room, which was entertaining. Our hosts were Les and Muriel, pictured here, who waited on us hand and foot at breakfast time, and served us what were apparently Kentucky-sized portions (for the uninitiated, those are large) of a whole medley of foods, and a never-ending pot of coffee. Every day there was some sort of fruit, some sort of baked good, and an oven-baked surprise. The most surprising day was the chicken casserole, especially for me since I had forgotten to mention I don’t eat chicken. Luckily there were plentiful biscuits (for the Brits, those are a bit like savoury scones) for me to pick at around the edges. Despite – or because of– its idiosyncrasies, I liked the place a lot, the eclectic food reminded me my Dad’s cooking back home :)

Anyway, getting back to those horses (click on the pictures to make them bigger). The eventing was quite spectacular: the dressage (left) was beautiful, the cross-country fences were scary and enormous, and the equine athleticism required to jump them was amazing. On the right is part of the water jump: hard to describe, but the horse had to jump out of the water probably about 3 ft, perform a “bounce,” i.e., land on its front legs and immediately take off on its hind legs with no stride in between , and clear another jump of at least a similar height. And in the jump left below, the fences were arranged as a grid: the longer and safer way was to jump one side, into the grid, and out the other side; the shorter, faster way, which most riders took, was straight over the enormous corners.

The show jumping was also pretty dazzling, and there was a decent amount of tension as a good number of horses were NOT jumping clear rounds and there was some change-up in the top runners. I was supporting British rider William Fox-Pitt, because obviously I couldn’t resist a name like that; he didn’t win, but came in 6th, which wasn’t so bad.
(Ok, that isn't him, but it's not a bad picture!)

We also spent a day at the racetrack (the picture is at the track, just not on it, because there were too many people there to get a shot of the horses!), which was disturbingly fun; fortunately you were able to place bets of only $2. Even Margie got quite keen on the gambling, though she somehow managed to break even for the afternoon. I think Ethan may even have made a small profit. I didn’t win a thing, my eye for the right horse apparently not expertly trained, but I didn’t lose that much either. Just as we were getting pretty pro at the betting the races were over for the day; Ethan and I are resolved to visit Saratoga at least once this summer!

We took in a Reds game, so much cheaper and easier to purchase tickets for than a Red Sox game. They lost, but it was a good, tight game (they lost by one) and we didn't care too much, being only temporary supporters. Seemed to me as though they needed a few more players who could actually hit the ball. Preferably a long way. But then, I don't know much about baseball.
Well, that's about 2/3 of the way through the trip, but enough for one post! More later in the week.

2009-04-05T17:19:00.009-04:00

We’ve been a little lazy in the blog-o-sphere of late, and some catch-up is due. To take things in reverse chronological order: this weekend Ethan and I did NOT go out to the farm. Which means that sugaring is over for another year. (Over, with the exception of selling syrup and cream, which we are still perfectly happy to do!) The previous weekend (i.e., the last w/e of March), we set out to do a little more sap collecting, and the ceremonious removal of buckets. The crew was Margie, Ethan, Kate and me. Margie and Ethan were ahead sap collecting and removing buckets, while Kate and I ambled along behind removing spigots (see right) and stacking buckets. It may sound as though we had the easier tasks, and we probably did, but removing spigots is a decent wrist workout, and stacking buckets requires a fair amount of shunting steel, so it wasn’t too leisurely of a stroll.

We paused a couple of times to check out the wondrous nature in our orchard. And by “we” I mean Kate, who would notice something practically indiscernible, and then point it out to me as I prepared to march blithely past. The best thing, I thought, is shown in the picture left. Can you tell what this is? Animal? Vegetable? I certainly would have missed it, but it turned out, improbably, to be a worm. Its disguise from fierce predators such as ourselves was to simulate a small twig protruding from the tree. It was so convincing I had half a mind to snap it off to prove it (and Kate) wrong, but even upon gentle touch I could tell it was all the wrong texture – in my experience, very few twigs are fleshy and they rarely recoil and quiver. Earlier, before danger presented itself in the form of Kate, it had been happily climbing up the side of the tree in more typical worm mode.

I also had a flashback to high school with a brief lesson in reproductive biology, as we came across some vernal pools, pictured below (the trees are in reflection). In these you can make out (it may require clicking on the photo to enlarge; you may also require very good eyesight and a dash of faith) “spermataphores” – the white blobs at the bottom of the pool. These, apparently, are sperm deposits from male salamander, left in the hope that a female will come along and fertilize her eggs by sort of hovering over them (at least I think that’s what Kate said). This site has another shot, although it also bleakly claims that “these spermataphores will not be used.” Not sure what went wrong for those unlucky salamanders…

And so eventually the final load of sap was collected, and the buckets taken down to be collected later in the pick-up truck (that is in fact a whole other story of spinning tires and tractor hitches, but I won’t even go there, mainly because I didn’t have my camera). It was a little sad to stack them – the piles of downward-facing buckets looked somehow grim and misplaced when they had so recently all been upright and harnessed to collect sap; at the same time, the season is a lot of work, and we definitely wouldn’t be able to manage it all year on top of our usual lives and jobs. We have a few related pictures we’ll probably share here soon, but with the arrival of warmer weather (not before time!), the maple work is essentially done, and we will begin to hatch plans to add to the business for next year.

Knock, knock…An exciting 13 hours on the farm…

2009-03-24T21:35:00.017-04:00

It was around 10 pm last Friday night at the farm and I was just getting ready to head home for an early night when we got the knock at the door. Now, a knock at the door after 9 pm is not normal in Westhampton. And it usually isn’t good, unless it’s a night owl coming to buy syrup! An owl, this was not. It was a friendly and observant passerby informing us that our cows were out! He and his family seemed eager to help us out, but since his son only had shorts on (in 20 degree weather!) and I figured my dad, Ed and I could handle it, I excused them. It turned out Ed was out for a rare night on the town, so it was just my dad and I.

With a bucket of grain, flashlight and halter in hand, we headed out into the darkness. With just the two of us, herding the entire group of heifers at once did not prove successful. So, we bribed them with grain in order to catch them, one at a time, and lead them back to the barnyard. Once capturing all but one of the escapees, who had gone out to the corn field, it was time to fix the fence so that we wouldn’t get another knock at the door. My dad walked the perimeter of the fence to see where it was shorting out, while I sat on the grain bucket in darkness, preventing the remaining heifers from escaping. It was sort of peaceful, listening to the coyotes howling in the distance, the cool wind blowing and the cows chewing their cud. They enjoyed my company and I enjoyed theirs. At last, as I was about frozen, my dad chased the last cow inside and got the electricity working in the fence. We headed back to the house to find out that it was 12:30 am!!

Fast forward 10 hours and there’s another knock at the door. Déjà vu?? Please, no. Not the heifers. We have too much to do. Surely they must’ve been too tired from the night’s escapades to be out again. Phew! It was a nice couple with their 1-year old son that had come to see the sugar house and cows. We followed the cow path from last night over to the sugar house, stopping first to see the heifers, who were now looking so cute and well-behaved, as if to say "...not ussss..!". One of the heifers reached to sniff us and got a little too close to the electric wire, which thankfully was working!! (Though granted, it would’ve been nice to have help this time!)

It was time to warm up in the sweet smelling sugar house, where Ed was busy tending to the evaporator and feeding the fire. (Or, as seen in this picture...ignoring the fire and evaporator!). I explained the process from collecting the sap down in the orchard (Rachel told you all about that) to boiling off the water until it’s time to take off the sweet syrup (we’ll fill you in on that later). We tried a sample of syrup and a piece of maple candy. Meanwhile, another family had stopped in to check things out, buy some syrup and see the cows. Their three year old was not at all wary of the cows. He looked like he would’ve lent a helping hand with the cow-roping the night before.

I led our 10 visitors over to the milking cow barn to the see the calves. I promised them a chance to see the adorable jersey calf, named Maple Kreme that was born just two days before. As you see in the picture, she was last seen running from the sugar house with syrup dripping from her mouth! (Tune in later for a story about my first Jersey calf, Maple Sugar- when I was 8!). After visiting briefly with the older calves in the hutches, we entered the barn, walked through the hospital and that’s when I saw them. Uh oh!! My dad and Nelson were standing behind a cow tied in one of the pens. What were they doing? Was the cow sick? Do I want my guests to see it? I crept ahead and realized that the cow in question was calving, or at least trying. She hadn’t been getting anywhere on her own all morning, so they had to give her a hand, or rather four hands. My visitors snuck down the aisle by her with their hands covering their faces, as if watching a scary movie. As the cow pushed, my dad and Nelson pulled on the calf’s legs in sync. After a brief visit with cute little Maple Kreme and a few struggles in keeping their 3-yr old from tracking through the manure, the larger group decided they weren’t quite ready for a cow birth on their first visit to the farm. They must’ve missed that Dirty Jobs episode.

My initial visitors however were in it for the long haul. I warned them that it isn’t always a happy ending when a cow has trouble calving. We could see that this calf was coming out
backwards, hind legs first. They told stories of how it took 4 days of labor to bring their son into the world. Mom could relate to the cow’s pain and excitement for it to be over. At last, my dad caught the 100 lb baby as Nelson pulled one last time. My visitors cheered quietly, as I told them that the calf was alive and well. My dad carried the calf up to the front of the cow who immediately started licking her newborn enthusiastically. After all of that hard work, we were rewarded with a heifer (female) calf, who will herself become part of the milking herd in two years.

We headed back to the sugar house so that my now-very-excited friends could buy some syrup for themselves and their friends from central Mass. 80lb of it!! After 2 ½ hours, I think dad, who had successfully packed all that syrup was ready to drive home. Mom and her son, meanwhile could’ve spent the entire day on the farm. I promised them that they could come back any time to visit the cows and spend time outdoors on the farm.

As they drove off, I waved goodbye. For a second, I reflected on the excitement of the last 13 hours…chasing cows in the dark, a new baby calf born and new friends full of memories on the farm. I headed in for a quick bite to eat. Another knock at the door! 1:30 pm…time to collect sap!

The Maple Diet

2009-03-16T23:11:00.009-04:00

Those of you who know them probably understand that there is a distinctive Parsons look: it's spare, lean and rather contemplative. But mostly spare. You may be able to discern a little family resemblance here:

That was a while ago, granted (Henry and Ed, the current farm owners, are second and fifth from left respectively). But while there may be a few more gray hairs now, the basic physique remains the same.

My family doesn't have that kind of look. I used to think this was some kind of genetic thing that couldn't be helped, but now I've come to realize that the Parsons' popular, hungry look can be yours and mine too, if we just work at it. And by work, I mean work. All. Day. No stopping. Hard. Because that's what these Parsons do. And I think that's their trick. Really, there's only so much weight you can gain when you milk morning and afternoon, and collect sap all the waking hours in between.

Because gathering maple sap definitely helps. Prior to the last few weeks, I had attended one pilates class in my life (plus a few sessions on home vcr, but that doesn't really count). It was hard. We had to assume contorted poses for far too long, all for the sake of establishing better core muscles. The instructor assuredly told me I would have NDMD, next day muscle disorder. I didn't really though; I was a little sore, but nothing much. The Monday after a weekend lifting sap buckets, however, was a different story!! My muscles were sore all over, but mostly around the butt and thighs, which I took to be a good thing.

So that's the maple diet, or plan, we recommend. During the season, haul as many five gallon pails as you can for several hours at a time. (Ethan, obviously another Parsons, demonstrates right.) Take very little time off. Guaranteed to get you in shape! If you don't have any sap handy, we can provide you with some to lift! (During the off-season, you may have to substitute tossing hay bales, but it should keep you ready for next year.)

I did read about another maple diet though. Or at least one that features maple fairly prominently: the lemon cleanse. Apparently, if you subsist on lemon juice, maple syrup and spices for 10 days, this will cleanse you well. I have to admit to a little skepticism, but I cannot speak from experience on this. I suppose after 10 days of intaking very little I would feel cleansed, in a manner of speaking. And hungry. If anyone has tried it, let us know!

This weekend I spent a little more time on the inside of the sugar house, but some not-terribly-good photos is all I got for now. Rustic, eh?

A taste of boiling to come ...

2009-03-11T23:08:00.006-04:00

We've made a few references to the fact that Ed has been kept pretty busy already this year with the boiling. Boiling maple syrup is a complex process, and we'll have an entry on it soon. But it's as important to describe the feel of this as it is the mechanics. Here's what the sugar house looks like from the outside:It's a small, compact building; it looks like your olde worlde cottage in the woods, the sort of cozy, nostalgic country shack where good things are made. It billows steam through the vented hatchways that are opened during boiling, and smoke rises from the chimney. Whatever the weather and however cold you're feeling, you just know it's going to be warm inside. You're right: it's good and steamy in there. The interior is no frills, just the necessary equipment, but you don't need much extravagance when what you're doing has brilliant simplicity: you're creating this luscious, wonderful sweetness from something you just extracted from trees--and there isn't much more basic than a tree--that morning. I love the idea of distilling a natural, renewable product into something edible and delicious (and possibly even nutritious!). And the warm maple syrup to sample there is a small slice of heaven: I don't know why it should be better than regular syrup heated up in the kitchen, but it is.

So that's the picture. When there's more time and more photos we'll get back to the mechanics of it all!

All Things Sappy

2009-03-07T23:02:00.012-05:00

Another week, another mountain of sap to collect! With Friday and Saturday's high temperatures, we were pretty sure there would be a good haul this weekend. We were right: the buckets hung heavy, laden with good, clear sap. So our intrepid crew of four (Ethan, Margie, Kate & Rachel) set off to the orchard at the crack of 10 a.m. Here is the scene that greeted us:

It’s kind of like the duck-rabbit illusion: one moment it appears to be a beautiful, country orchard, bathed in sunshine and promising luscious sap, the next it mutates to the inner rings of Dante’s inferno, a never-ending expanse of buckets, each heavy with back-breaking sap.

Because it is pretty heavy work. You’re not paying for nothing when you buy maple syrup (not ours, anyway). Understanding the process is not rocket science; it goes something like this. Walk to tree, carrying two five gallon pails. (Or, today, schlep through thick-but-soft snow to tree.) Remove bucket from tree. Empty sap. Curse as you try to replace bucket on spigot hook (the hooks are, I discovered, controlled by invisible goblins that delight in evading the bucket). Eventually replace bucket. Go on to next bucket. Empty sap. Curse. Eventually fill your two five gallon buckets with sap. Schlep back to tractor, hoping that Ethan or Kate (the tractor movers) has moved it right next to you. Find they haven’t. Make it back to the tractor anyway. Hoist bucket to empty sap into tank behind tractor (good for shoulder muscles). Repeat all steps.

Or, in pictures: Margie and Ethan gather sap, strangely happy.

Traditionalists, we still use horses to pull the tanks of sap. Here, you can see we have 80 in the front and 85 in the rear!

We weren't alone in the orchard -- turkey track highway!

A close up of our tractor drivers. They're currently accepting sunglasses sponsorship applications for next season.

We gathered two full tanks in the morning, and another two in the afternoon. Sometime between the two shifts we gained reinforcements in the form of Ed and Matt. (Matt is a local who helps out on the farm some. Today he was recovering from the MPRE, which is the multi-state professional responsibility exam for lawyers. I just wanted to throw that in to show that lawyers really do have professional responsibility. Or at least we have exams on it.) In the meantime, I snuck out on a quick road bike ride. Ed and Matt were clearly better helpers than me, as the afternoon sap was gathered in about half the time of the morning’s! So sadly, when I got back from riding, there was no more work to be done.

There was a little unloading, however, so we set to that. Or at least Ethan set to, while Matt regaled me and Kate with tales of his misspent youth. I’d elaborate on the details, but this is a family blog. Let's just say his high school wasn’t happy with him. It was all so distracting that we all missed tank overflow, and had to rush to assemble buckets to recover as much as we could of the day’s labors! You can't really see the sap cascade down, but you can see Ethan and Kate arranging buckets while Matt, the likely cause of the catastrophe, looks on malevolently :) (You’ll be relieved to know that not too much was lost.)

So there ended a day's work. Don't worry, there will soon be more enthralling tales from the maple side of life. For after sap collecting comes ... the boiling! (Wot no maple syrup?)

First run

2009-03-02T07:00:00.000-05:00

Sunny and beautiful Saturday but quite chilly.We had thought to have sap to gather, but not to be. There may have been sap running Friday from trees that are more in the open, but our orchard is sheltered from the sun and bounded by the icy cold river. And the snow is deep - as Rachel found out last weekend! Kate and Margie hiked down to the orchard late in the day and found that the sap had decided to run, with quite a bit in the buckets on the sunnier side of the orchard, so plans were made to gather on Sunday.

Ed has been busy getting everything ready in the sugar house and is anxious to get started, now that Mother Nature is ready to cooperate. This will be his first season boiling the sap on his own, as his Dad passed away in the summer. But he had a good teacher and will be producing the same high quality syrup the Parsons have been famous for for many years.

A cold night Saturday made the first sap run a bit of a challenge, as, at first glance, it appeared the sap was frozen solid. But after Kate called her Dad back at the barn for advice (what did we ever do without cell phones!), she developed an effective technique. Using a sharp stick, she punched 2-3 holes through the ice to allow the sap underneath to flow out into her gathering pail. Then she was able to dump the ice on the ground, re-hang the bucket, and move on to the next of the 1200 buckets. After 4 1/2 hours, Kate, Margie, Henry, Ed and Ethan(who arrived from Boston at midnight Saturday to help) had collected all the sap, about 20 barrels. ( A barrel is 42 gallons and it takes nearly one barrel to make one gallon of sap.) Today (or tomorrow, since the weatherman was right and we really got 10 inches of snow!), Ed will lay a fire in the arch and set that sap to cooking. It takes several hours of boiling for the sap to reach the proper temperature to draw off as syrup. This is a bit of an art, and we know Ed is up to the task.

So stop by, or shop on line, to get some of our first run syrup - there's nothing quite like it!

Setting the trees (continued) ...

2009-02-28T10:43:00.000-05:00

You didn't think it could all be done in one day, did you?! This process is work, particularly when half of you have the usual farm chores to do anyway, and the other half of you stayed up too late watching bad movies. This post is late, but refers to Sunday, February 22, a.k.a. the day after the last entry.

That day dawned not-quite-as-brightly as the previous one (not that any of us, except perhaps Margie and Ed, are very knowledgeable about what dawn looks like). After a little milling around doing I'm not sure exactly what, we set off to the orchard eager, ready, and excited to set buckets! Well, at least ready. The initial crew was Ed, Ethan, and Lee on the tractor, and Rachel following along on the fatbike (no, I don't get a commission, I just love this bike):

Luckily for today's blog fodder, I missed a crucial step in yesterday's sugaring entry. Or at least I missed posting a photo about it, which effectively means it didn't happen. The observant among you will have noticed that we moved seamlessly from drilling holes to hanging buckets, with barely a mention of the intermediate tap, or "spigot". Today, we can redeem that with a picture (left) of all three stages in action at once (the fourth stage, the wrestling of the lids, you know about already).

The only misleading aspect of this picture is that Ed (driller) and Lee (spigot-inserter, and here multi-tasking on his cell phone) were actually very fast, leaving us bucket-hangers, lid-placers, and sometime tractor-and-fatbike-movers to be racing after them frantically, rather than waiting alongside in the cool pose Ethan assumes here.

The fact that there's still a lot of snow out here, not to mention snow made soft by the relatively warm temperatures, made this task quite hard work, as every step becomes something of a trudge. As you can see, the buckets originally appeared quite daunting:

Over several hours, we made a good dent in this load (not a literal dent), though we couldn't find quite enough trees to hang them all. Still, at the end of the weekend we had set around 1200 buckets, which is a lot of trips through the snow!

Around noon, Lee got a super-urgent call on his cell phone, as he is a is on the list of snow plowers (I don't know exactly what list, but the list). I think at that point approximately two flakes of snow had fallen, so nobody can say that those in the know for western Mass. snow-plowing are sleeping at the wheel! Lee was dispatched for immediate duty, but luckily for us his replacement Kate had shown up by that time, so we were not short-handed. The snow flakes continued to fall, and it was a wet, heavy snow. But we persevered. Between us, Kate and I had one good pair of boots and one half-way good pair of gloves, so we were getting cold. Soon after this, however, Ed pronounced us done. He then proceeded to start arranging logs for a bonfire. I thought this a crazy idea, when we could simply get back as fast as possible, get changed and warm up indoors. Plus, everything was wet, so I didn't like the fire's chances. However, I was soon proved wrong, as Ed got a good blaze going. And that blaze was really warm! Here are the after pictures: hot-dogs over a roaring fire (unless you're vegetarian, when you eat egg sandwiches (thanks Margie and Ethan!) and take pictures). And I think you'll agree that the orchard looks beautiful (well ok, this is the day before, when the sun was actually shining).

Now, we just have to hope for the sap to run!

Maple: Setting up the buckets

2009-02-21T20:12:00.001-05:00

Here's where we show-and-tell all the hard work that goes behind that delicious maple syrup you pour over your pancakes! We're hoping for a great maple harvest this year, last year's was a bumper, and hopefully nature will repeat herself. In any event, the action is about to begin. March is maple month. In this area, that's when you typically get the freeze-thaw cycle you need for the sap to run. But before all that, before the sap is even dripping, you have to set the buckets. At least if you're old school like us. So that's what we did today.

First, you find somebody handy with a drill to make a hole in a
good-sized tree. That's Ed's specialty:

Next, you insert a small tap into the drilled hole, and hang a bucket from it. That may sound pretty easy, but bear in mind that you have to carry a whole pile of buckets to follow your driller, they're solid and they're heavy. Plus, you have to carry them in snow.
Luckily, Ethan was up to the task:
(He does in fact have a whole head.
You can blame the photographer.)

Last comes the thankless task of placing the lids on the things. This was my job. They didn't all fit well. Some slide on smoothly--very exciting when you get one of those--others you have to wrestle with and force on like a pair of jeans that used to fit before the holidays came and you gained 5 lbs. You can see how excited I was about it:

In all honesty, though, Ethan and I didn't do much of this. Like the city slickers we are, we didn't roll out of Boston that early, and showed up to this task around 3 p.m, when a lot had been done already. We took Kate and Margie's spots; they did most of the hard work.

Sometimes, when you're out there in the snow, you're
gonna need a fatbike:

That's it for now, we'll be back out to finish the orchard tomorrow!

Welcome to our blog!

2009-02-21T19:56:00.000-05:00

This is the inaugural post of the Mayval Farm blogspot. As you know from our main website, we're a small Massachusetts dairy farm. We have 200 cows, approximately 100 of which we milk. We also have some other smaller ventures: maple sugaring and composting are well-established, and we're looking into other possibilities such as raw milk, garden produce (we regularly have some in season items for sale and may look to expand this in the future). Please leave us feedback if there are things you'd like to see! We've started this blog particularly to share our experiences this sugaring season with you, but we hope to continue it as a window into the whole experience of small-time farming. Welcome and enjoy!

(Note that we're also new to this blogging thing, so hopefully these posts will get increasingly more sophisticated!)