Farm Vignettes

Just a few sights from around Slate Run…068123156157062160🙂

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Farming Like It’s 1889

Last Sunday, I popped out the Slate Run Park with some friends.  We hiked a bit and also visited the Slate Run Living Historical Farm that is part of the park.  I’ve been a few times before and always enjoy it.  This time was no exception! The farm is run by costumed interpreters and everything is done as if it were the 1880’s.  Guests can check out the farmhouse and barn, see all kinds of live demonstrations, hang out with the farm animals, try some period games, and even help with simple tasks (like pumping well water and then watering the veggie garden).

Side view of the farmhouse, and a bit of the veggie/herb garden.

The restored Gothic Revival style farmhouse, from 1865.

Inside the farmhouse–isn’t the trim around the door great?

I also loved this miniature greenhouse they had inside the farmhouse.

The magnificent barn at Slate Run, built by the farm’s 4th owner and later restored by Amish craftsmen.

I can’t remember what kind of sheep this ram was, but look at those extreme horns!  The farm’s livestock consists of heirloom breeds—older breeds that are becoming quite rare due to the rise of factory-style farming.

A rare Slate Turkey (Sometimes called Blue Slate). The Slate Run Living History Farm’s flock of Slate Turkeys accounts for about 18% of the entire population of Slate Turkeys in the world.

The chickens have a gorgeous run and an immaculate coop. If someone were to transport that coop to my backyard, I would love to transform it into an office.

I can’t lie, even though the hog barn was quite lovely and well-kept, the smell was too much for me. The smell in the main barn— a mix of hay, horses, and cows— is one I find nice. But man, pigs really stink.

Maude, a draft horse, was clearly less excited to see me than I was to see her!

A team of draft horses in action, plowing a field. Visitors are following behind, clearing out rocks turned up by the plow.

Next up:  gaming like it’s 1889 and making our own fun with faux-senior portraits!

Bittersweet Covered Bridge

Back to work, alas.  Is being independently wealthy really too much to ask for? 😉

On my last day off, I took a nice hike at a nearby park, Slate Run.  One of the trails there passes through an old covered bridge:

For some reason, I associate covered bridges with autumn.  Between that and the fact that it was the last day of my vacation, it felt a bit melancholy and bittersweet.  Yet lovely.

View from the covered bridge.

Random lonely hanger inside the bridge. (???)

Meadow flowers.

Back to work.