As we continue to wind the farm down for winter, picking the last apples and digging up the last potatoes, Charlotte wrote this poem in her home writing journal. It’s a combination of non-fiction and fiction, she points out. The “fiction” is contained in the last line.My Garden My Garden grows in summer not winter fall or spring when plants die it’s a bummer but I remember just one thing the plants were so delicious we cooked them in a meal they were also so nutritious we cooked them with an eel *
A celebration of both Halloween and Bea’s half-birthday, a scary and fun time was had by all at the first annual Ten Apple Farm haunted barn party. The party featured tours of the spooked out barn filled with ghosts, witches, bats, skeletons, cackling chickens and horrible horned monsters (ok, just the goats); bobbing for apples, and a delicious eyeball and worm cake. We’re already planning next year’s barn.
We’ll be taking part in the First Annual Maine Chicken Coop Tour that will be held this Saturday, September 28, 2013 from 10AM – 4PM. This self-guided tour will showcase an array of backyard chicken coops that display a variety of construction designs and materials, from recycled to custom designed coops. Inspired by the Funky Chicken Coop Tour in Austin, Texas, the organizers of the tour hope to bring together chicken enthusiasts while encouraging education, community, and local food.
The tour is for anyone planning to start their own backyard flock, and/or curious about why keeping backyard chickens is so popular. It is free to attend and open to the public.
What tour goers will see: Different styles of coops including an old farmhouse coop that has been customized, several coops made from unassembled and assembled kits created by the Maine company Roots, Coops & More (http://www.rootscoopsandmore.com), and coops created from plans found on the Internet or in a book. Some coops are stand alones, some are built into a barn or other farm structure.
Ask owners about using reclaimed or recycled materials, brooding chicks, protecting a flock from weather extremes, choosing a breed, predation prevention, and even composting coop litter.
Along with chickens, tour goers will have the opportunity to see honeybees, gardens, sheep, goats, and donkeys.
Due to insurance reasons, homeowners are unable to let participants use their bathrooms or enter their homes. Tour goers should plan accordingly and leave pets at home. Additionally, for bio-security purposes tour goers are asked to refrain from handling birds or touching structures, bedding or equipment during their visit.
Hope to see you Saturday!
Boys and girls, I wish you a meaningful Yom Kippur.
I am the goat of Yom Kippur. I hope you can see my picture of me and my goatee in this email. I will be at Shaarey Tphiloh tomorrow for the children’s service at 10:30 a.m.. I am a virtual replica of the ancient goat from Temple times.
Have you heard of the scapegoat? That’s me. You can blame me for everything, and I can handle it. Whisper your sins to me and any wrongdoing will be made better.
In the ancient Temple, the high priest put his hands on one goat and sent it off somewhere with the sins of Israel, and one goat went to God. Rabbi Akiva Herzfeld will read this section from the Torah scroll in shul tomorrow.
I’ll be by the shul representing a different perspective on the Torah reading.
My name is Stew, and I’m from Ten Apple Farm of Maine. I don’t know where I’m headed this year, but I know I will be at shul on Yom Kippur. I hope you can join me in prayyyyerr.
I am a grand metaphor. I am the goat-ified Law of God. You will see me and behold Awe and Ehhhhs.
If you have done wrong, you can tell me and I can take care of it.
Service times at Shaarey Tphiloh:
Kol Nidre: 6:30 p.m. Saturday Morning: 8:30 a.m.
Children’s Service (with Stew the goat): 10:30 a.m.
Yizkor 11 a.m.
Healing Service 4:30 p.m. Mincha 5:30 p.m.
Final Shofar: 7:30 p.m.
Good yomtov and a good year.
Rabbi Akiva Herzfeld
Cong. Shaarey Tphiloh
76 Noyes Street
Portland, Maine 04103
Biggie the snake has been tormenting Margaret and Charlotte all summer. He claimed half our front gardens, hiding in the spiderwort and slithering out from under the fuchsia bee balm when we least expected. He made us nervous to pick the raspberries next to railing, and to take out the compost in anything shorter than Wellies. The girls (and the mama) watched him from the porch for months as the weeds crowded our perennials, but when he actually slithered up under a rocker, it was time for action. And when Biggie was joined by new snake Smalls, Karl put on his snake catching gloves and got to work, with pajama-clad assistant Bea in tow. Biggie was re-homed about a mile away on a nice, warm rock in a meadow. Smalls, still on the loose but much less threatening, was last spotted under the hydrangea. We celebrated with one of Charlotte’s latest creations, a “Chai Blossom” garnished with star anise, slices of custard pie dotted with the season’s last sour cherries, and a goat hike.
With so much going on in spring and summer, we don’t spend much time in front of the computer. The day-old chicks of our last post are now happily foraging in the pasture, baby goat Stew is browsing next to his mama, and the garden is a bountiful tangle of peas, greens, and cukes. As I type, there’s milk warming on the stove for Manchego, and the girls are helping hull the strawberries we’ve picked for jam. Summer is busy! To keep up to date, we’ll be posting photos on a weekly (or bi-weekly) basis of what we’re up to on Ten Apple Farm. If you’re in Maine, come by and visit, or reserve a spot in a cheese class or goat hike. Be well and enjoy the season!
The new chicks have arrived at Ten Apple Farm! This year’s flock additions includes 12 new Delaware layers, 25 Cornish Cross and 6 Red Rangers for meat, and one free exotic (Murray McMurray always throws in a free “exotic” when you place an order for more than 25 chicks). We’ll report back on the “exotic” as it matures and we get a better sense of what it might be. For now, the girls, including Truffle the cat, are enjoying watching the lively chicks as they scurry around their box in the backhouse.