Here at Howell Farm we’re midway through a week of 90-degree temperatures. And, of course, this being a New Jersey summer, it’s humid.
Hay is drying in the field, and perhaps the pastures are slightly less vibrant green than they’ve appeared in week’s past. But it was a rainy June (New Jersey’s rainiest June ever, in fact) and Dry Run Creek, which cuts through the center of the farm, is still several feet deep in places. Usually by this time of year it lives up to its namesake.
The sheep and the geese are all huddled in the shade. The horses are in the barn, and the air conditioning is on in the visitor's center.
Today the farmers will spread manure, among other tasks, striving toward completion of the stinky, dirty job of mucking out the sheep barn.
Hay is drying in the field, and perhaps the pastures are slightly less vibrant green than they’ve appeared in week’s past. But it was a rainy June (New Jersey’s rainiest June ever, in fact) and Dry Run Creek, which cuts through the center of the farm, is still several feet deep in places. Usually by this time of year it lives up to its namesake.
The sheep and the geese are all huddled in the shade. The horses are in the barn, and the air conditioning is on in the visitor's center.
Today the farmers will spread manure, among other tasks, striving toward completion of the stinky, dirty job of mucking out the sheep barn.
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