Come join us this year for Christmas on the Farm! As always, the support of our customers and friends enables us, and other small farms like ours, to keep moving forward. Besides, what could be better than animals, holiday cheer and local farm goods all in one place?!?
More photos from Shetland.
Yes, it’s been that long. Almost a whole season has gone by since I’ve posted anything. I suppose sometimes those breaks are necessary, especially during what amounts to the busiest time of year here. This year, the garden took a bit of a backseat to our trip to Shetland, and boy does it show now. However, this trip that we fundraised for for over a year, finally happened. All that busking, all those benefit dinners and concerts and auctions amounted to one amazing fiddling trip of a lifetime.
Not only did we fall in love with the Islands, but being a part of such a rich musical tradition (however briefly) solidified it in our memories as a trip we will never forget, especially for our children. We could never have done it without the help of many friends and family members, and for that will be forever grateful.
Come join us for this fabulous day on the farm! Free and open to the public, but all donations and proceeds from the seedling sale and bake sale go entirely to the Pineland Fiddler’s trip to Shetland in July! Beck and Cora have been playing violin for over half of their lives, and this trip is an amazing opportunity. Please come by and support them and their fellow fiddlers!
This year marked the second year of the Boston Farm & Fiber Festival. Last year was so successful, I thought it surely couldn’t get any better. But it did! Between the hours of 10am and 5pm, I all but sold out of yarn. It just about made my mad dyeing scramble two days beforehand worth it. We’ll definitely be back!
Well, as far as we’re concerned, Spring is here. We have 12 lambs on the ground and more to come…all of a sudden it feels as if our tiny barn is even tinier! Our big barn holds the Angora goats, who will be kidding later this month, so the sheep are a wee bit tight for space at the moment. Today began with a beautiful soft March snow…warm enough to spend all day outside in it. The children are no doubt feeling the change as well. They are playing in the woods outside in the dark by lantern light as I type.
I managed to get a few photos during the snow (with much help from my assistants!), which always gives me joy. It puts things in a light that helps me to remember how much I love farming. Some days are hard, but having a single evocative photograph eases the pain of our Border Collie killing one of our two remaining ducks, or stillborn quadruplets, such as we had this morning. The ewe was just too young, and her body couldn’t handle that many babies. They never developed beyond about 2 months. Such things happen, and we suspected she would abort at some point given that she never developed an udder. Grief arrives nonetheless, but is softened by all the life around us.
Oh goodness, it has begun! And with a bang, no less. One set of quadruplets and a set of twins today. Everyone is happy and healthy!
We have something very exciting happening here on the farm this Holiday season! The first annual Christmas on the Farm event is going to be a day filled with all kinds of activities; wreath-making workshops, animals, kids crafts, food, giveaways, and goods from local farms! We are honored to be partnering with Taproot Magazine for this special event, and hope it is the first of many!
Location: Mindful Folk Farm, 290 Morse Road, New Gloucester, Maine
We will be joined by:
Buckwheat Blossom Farm, selling all manner of wooly items including socks, yarn, comforters & lambskins.
Milkweed Farm, selling farm-made herbal remedies, seeds, and handmade leather goods.
Coppertail Farm, selling handmade goats milk soaps, caramels, and more!
Lazy Acres Farm, teaching wreath-making workshops and selling handmade wreaths, greens & flowers
Taproot Magazine, selling goods and magazine subscriptions
Turtle Rock Farm, selling amazing specialty canned goods made from Maine grown produce
Mindful Folk Farm, of course! We will be selling yarn, greeting cards, hand-poured beeswax candles, food and more!
Wreath making workshops:
Sign up to learn how to make a stunning 24" fir wreath, 6' garland, or rustic grapevine wreath with Sarah Lutte of Lazy Acres Farm! Create a lovely work of art using foraged and natural materials, adding your own embelishments and decorations under Sarah's watchful eye and guidance. Preregistration required. Follow the links below to sign up!
1:00 - Fir wreath or garland, $60 per person, sign up here
3:00 - Rustic grapevine wreath, $60 per person, sign up here
We will be updating this page throughout the next two weeks with more vendors, and details about what to expect. In the meantime, you can visit the Facebook event page here, or follow us on Instagram for frequent updates!
When we first moved to our town, we did not have any farm animals besides chickens. I did not come from a farming background, but after struggling with Chronic Lyme Disease and being rendered all but immobile, fiber became a passion. After we had lived here for only about one year, we found three angora goats on craigslist (I wouldn’t do that again!) and the rest is history.
During that year after we acquired the goats, I began thinking about sheep, as a way to use up all the mohair the goats were producing. So, we then found ourselves with two finnsheep. One day my husband came home from a run and asked if I had seen the ruins of the mill around the corner. I said no, and he began to tell me about how this mill was the first water-powered fiber mill in the country, and that it had a crazy story to go with it. So I went to check it out.
“Beginning a mill in 1791 along Collyer Brook in what is now Gray, Maine, Samuel Mayall's operation became the first successful water-powered woolen mill in North America. Establishing the mills in Gray was not easy. Woolen interests in England had prohibited the production of goods in the colonies and worked diligently to prevent British wool-making technology from being put to use in competition with them. Realizing this, Mayall smuggled plans for his machinery out of England hidden in bales of cloth meant for trade with Indians. When British woolen guilds learned of his deception, they tried at least twice to kill him. Once they sent him a hat in which they had hidden pins laced with poison and another time a box with loaded pistols rigged to fire when the box was opened. Suspicious of both packages, Mayall managed to avoid the untimely death his enemies had planned for him.”
“In time, the original single wooden structure grew into a sprawling mill complex, featuring two large buildings known as the lower mill and the upper mill, each powered by the water of Collyer Brook. Built in 1816 to expand Mayall’s production, the Upper Mill continued to produce woolen cloth until it was destroyed by fire in 1886. Despite the fire and decades of decay, one corner of the Upper Mill still stands.” A photograph of the Upper Mill can be found here.
“After Samuel Mayall died in 1831, his daughters Mary and Phanela took over the milling operation and built the Lower Mill in 1834. This building continued to produce cloth in all but a few years until 1902. This photograph shows the Lower Mill and the buildings that once surrounded it. These include the original 1791 structure that was converted to a carpenter shop when the Upper Mill was built, the Picker House, where wool was picked, cleaned, and graded before being spun into yarn and the old Picker House.”
It felt serendipitous, at the least, to discover that the area we were living in was once home to not only an incredible piece of history, but many farms that raised sheep for fiber production. This beautiful, serene location has also become our family’s favorite swimming hole. It is so far off the beaten track, and without any signage to point visitors to the spot, that we rarely see another soul. There is a lovely path that winds around the ruins of the mill and along the water’s edge, and the current is usually a great deal slower, but perfect below the mill for young children.
So there you have it. The story behind the names of our two lines of yarn; Phinela and Mary. It felt only right to honor them in some way, and what I imagine to be two smart, capable, and somewhat unusual, women. They ran a very successful business during a time when women were rarely known to do such things. I occasionally imagine them around as I am working, and wonder what they were like, if they would approve, or if running a business to them was merely a means to an end. In any case, their intrepid spirits live on in our yarn!
* All information above was found either on location, by way of informational signs, or here.
One of the things I love most about being involved in the fiber world, is the people I get to meet. I feel like the luckiest woman in the world that I get to wake up every morning and be outside with the animals I adore, in all kinds of weather. Most days I have my hands in the dirt, and the rest of my time I get to enjoy not only the fruits of my labor in the garden, but also the fruits of working with fiber animals. Producing a fiber product from start to finish is a lot of work, but incredibly rewarding. Along the way, I work with other farmers, a shearer, veterinarians, animal supply store owners, apprentices, farm helpers, fiber mill owners and employees, vendors, knitters, artists, and pattern designers. It truly takes a village to create a farm-to-fiber product.
One incredible woman I have had the opportunity to get to know is a very talented pattern designer by the name of Beatrice Perron Dahlen (@threadandladle). She knew exactly what to do with my yarn, and created a lovely, luxurious shawl that is truly perfect for everyday use.
Beatrice decided to call the shawl “Phinela”, after the name of our staple yarn blend, which is made with next-to-skin soft 60% finnsheep and 40% kid mohair, all from our flock/herd. Although I am partial to our own fiber, there are so many sport weight yarns out there that would be stunning as well for this pattern. And as Beatrice states, and I concur, knit with something you truly love! As the second half of a two-part post, I will be talking a bit about where the inspiration came from for the names of our two lines of fiber; Phinela and Mary.
As many of you out there know, my background is actually photography, not fiber or farming. So, another part of my job is getting to occasionally put those skills to work. Most often I use them for my own products, but I LOVE photographing knitwear! This photoshoot was particularly fun, and Beatrice was a trooper when I asked her to go wading in the ocean to get to where the light was most beautiful.
I am just itching to get this shawl knit up for myself in a couple of our naturally-dyed skeins. (See the previous post…I’m thinking that beautiful goldenrod…)
If you are interested in knitting this shawl, please head over to Beatrice’s ravelry page, and snatch up the pattern. Also, while you are there, take a look at some of her other stunning work; she has also written a wonderful book!
Let the dyeing marathon begin! These upcoming weeks will be devoted almost entirely to dyeing fiber in preparation for the Common Ground Fair. This is really my favorite part of the process, as creating the colors never does get old. This first batch is with some of our "Mary" yarn; a blend of 70% mohair, 30% finn, and the combination is just out of this world in terms of the luster. Because of that luster, every skein of yarn is jewel-like in its beauty.
I am particularly fond of this gradient of blues into greens. I'm just itching for someone to purchase the lot of them and knit up something divine. My favorite of the whole dye batch is the second photo...goldenrod and weld. That color is a shade I begin to crave in the middle of winter, when I can't remember what the sun's rays feel like on my face...
We've been so crazy busy the past few weeks that it's rare for me to have a free minute to sit down at the computer and write. There have been many beautiful, wonderful moments and family times of connection; a 60th birthday party, a visit from my brother and sister-in-law and their little boy all the way from Hawaii, a few perfect days at a lake, a new barn in the works, a bountiful and productive garden, and a quick getaway for just the two of us up North where there is nothing but silence and each other.
Tonight was one of those nights. It rained off and on for most of the day, and when it stopped, we were left with every beautiful scent of a humid July evening. The fog hung in the air like a thick blanket, wrapping itself around our bodies and filling the air with a sticky dampness that clings. There is nothing quite like the smell of damp earth and forest, but those who are lucky enough to know what I mean, well, you're lucky.
The challenge for me during this season is, as always, to slow down. I don't mean slow down and do nothing, I mean slow down and appreciate. Take notice. This can be done simply by taking an extra deep breath on a particularly fragrant evening, such as this. Or, closing my eyes and letting the sun warm my lids for a few seconds in the garden. It is difficult to remember to do those things, but they are imperative. Those few seconds of noticing have the power to change the entire day.
Well, I'm going to skip right over the past few months until later, because, well, I can. And it's peony season. I think if peonies and lily-of-the-valley bloomed year 'round, we would all be better people...or, at least our houses would smell like heaven.
Most of the time, my photos serve as a tool to illustrate a story, or promote something, and that's okay. But, there are times when I remember that I can photograph for pleasure too. Sometimes that's hard for me, to not necessarily have an "assignment"...creative freedom can be a tricky thing for a perfectionist. And really, how can one possibly capture the essence of such a flower in a flat image? Well, that's the challenge, I suppose. And yet, the essence of an object is a bit subjective; it means something different to everyone. I can only try to create an image that allows the viewer to see an object the way I saw it, felt it, smelled it, lived it.
Lambing this spring has not been without its challenges. One of our Shetland ewes, who has been a great mom and had no trouble in the past, ended up with a vaginal prolapse three weeks before delivering. While not dangerous in itself, the prolapse means that the ewe must wear a harness until delivery, to hold everything in. The ewe can be bred in the future, but chances are, she'll always prolapse, and will have to wear a harness every year. However, when Maple went into labor, she never had contractions. The bag appeared, and 20 minutes later, another bag appeared, and that was it. She kept looking behind her and squatting like she had to go to the bathroom, but nothing else. So, we brought her into the barn and when I felt inside her, the first lamb's head and hooves were right at the entrance to the birth canal and Maple was fully dilated. So, I had to go in and pull the lambs out. They are beautiful, healthy babies, but no more breeding for Maple.
The last ewe to deliver was our smallest ewe, Ada, and it was her first time. The short of it is that she rejected one of her lambs, and he's now residing in our living room. He's a tiny thing, and now five days later, I'm still not sure he's going to make it. However, there is no shortage of love for this guy around here...
Cora has been begging me for a shawl, and how can I say no to a hand knit item that my children are asking for? I knew I wanted to use my favorite batch of yarn...'Phinela' is our 40% mohair/ 60% Finn sheep blend, in an amazing chocolate color. So very soft, and the luster is out of this world. I've actually considered keeping all the skeins I have left because I love it so.
I agreed to make a shawl for my sweet girl if she would agree to model it for me...not an easy thing to get from her these days. Lucky for me, she was absolutely thrilled and has been known to "wear" it to bed several times already. And I have been know to, um, steal it a few times in the recent past to do the same...
The pattern is Leading Bird by Leah B. Thibault, and can be found on Ravelry. It's a beautifully simple shawl that perfectly shows off the yarn, which has the look and feel of hand spun.
We celebrated a birthday. A big one.
It happened. Somehow this beautiful being just completed his ninth journey around the sun, and now he is ten. Bittersweet but oh, how we love him so.
There has been the tiniest shift in the air lately. Enough to give hope, which is all I need to get me through the end of this month. Indeed, the earth certainly knows its time to wake up - sap buckets are being hung, the sun is stronger, the days are longer - but sometimes it feels as if we still have so very. Long. To. Go.
However, tomorrow is supposed to be near 70 degrees! I was scheduled to drive to PA to pick up our new Angora Goat buck (more on that later), but how could I spend an entire ten hours stuck in a car on such an exquisite day?!? Well, it's supposed to be overcast and foggy, but even that is exquisite in my book when the temps get so high in February! We did have snow the other day, however, and we do still have March to come...but it seems manageable somehow when you are able to have just one days reprieve from cold temperatures in late winter!
What a whirlwind it has been the last couple of months! Usually, there is a little bit of a lull after the holidays, and very welcomed at that, but this year was different! Between shooting stories for Taproot magazine, traveling to Tucson, teaching a knitting class, and the New England Farm to Fiber show at the Boston Public Market this past weekend, I've hardly had time to catch my breath.
Look at these little cutie pies on the back and inside of the most recent issue of Taproot. I feel so fortunate that my children are still amenable to my photo shenanigans!
The Boston Farm & Fiber show was amazing. A complete and utter success. I felt so honored to be a part of its first year at the Boston Public Market, and hope to return next year as well. Not a terrible thing, but those 7 hours just about wiped out my inventory completely! Thank you Boston!!
This cowl was completed during a "bombogenesis", which, here in Maine is known as a good old fashioned Nor'easter. It pains me that meteorologists now feel the need to name every single storm, big or small...it used to just be "winter". Well, in any case, I couldn't bring myself to give the cowl a name that reflected all the hype, no matter how brilliant the suggested names might have been.
This cowl is was created with the beginner in mind, but let's face it, a plain old scarf is a tad bit, um...boring. In collaboration with Taproot magazine, I taught a learn-to-knit class in February, and the idea of creating a pattern that taught more than just "knit" was very appealing. So, the pattern is a combination of easy 4x4 ribbing, simple gansey style repeats, and sweet eyelets, finished off with an optional picot bind-off that elevates the finished piece. The cowl is easily modified with more or fewer element repeats, or wider with additional cast on stitches.
The pattern can now be found on Ravelry for a modest fee! I'd love to see your finished pieces (or works in progress!), so don't forget to share, if you feel so inclined!