We saw a sign for a garage
sale. Initially David slowed but then drove on past. After all, we hardly need anything.
“Unless you want to stop?” Well, I said, maybe they’d have a couple of old
plastic pails or something? Man’s World, as we call the garage barn and basement,
sometimes needs contains for random projects, and the Queen of the Kitchen does
not appreciate having her saucepans appropriated. So we went a little farther
down the road, turned around, and went down the driveway toward Lake Leelanau
to discover Paradise.
Polish Heritage Farm is a
small, diversified agricultural operation. They have pigs, goats, ducks, and
all kinds of chickens. Guarding the chickens from marauding foxes are neat
little guinea hens. The guineas forage for their own meals, and there’s a
market for their beautiful feathers.
Our genial host was so
forthcoming with information that I could only absorb and retain maybe 5-10% of
what he told us. Also, I was distracted by the surroundings – so much life
everywhere! It's hard to concentrate in a state of total bliss, which is how I felt with the animals sounds and smells and the soft autumn breeze and the happy children.
We came away with a carton of
fresh eggs, and when we go back soon for produce I’ll take along my scythe for
sharpening. I feel like we discovered a gold mine! I need to get more pictures,
too, on future visits.
