Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep - Holiday at Weathervane Farm

Episode Date: December 12, 2022

Our story tonight is called “Holiday at Weathervane Farm” and it’s a story about lighting up the farm for some winter guests. It’s also about hay rides through snowy fields, the ducks waddling... back from a day at the pond, and a new calf born who will only ever know kindness.Purchase Our Book: https://bit.ly/Nothing-Much-HappensSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Starting point is 00:00:01 Welcome to Bedtime Stories for Everyone, in which nothing much happens. You feel good, and then you fall asleep. I'm Catherine Nicolai. I read and write all the stories you hear on Nothing Much Happens, with audio engineering by Bob Wittersheim. We'll have some exciting news to share with you very soon, so this is an excellent time to follow us on Instagram, Facebook, or Twitter, so you don't miss it. And there's still time, if you are in the U.S., to order an autographed copy of my book for the holidays. If you're not in the U.S.,
Starting point is 00:00:54 we have signed book plates available, and our book was published in 34 countries, so there's a good chance it is waiting at your favorite shop or library for you right now. Learn more at nothingmuchappens.com. Now, let me say a little about how this podcast works. I'm about to tell you a bedtime story. And the story, if you let it, will become a place to rest your mind. When your mind has a place to rest, you will drop off into sleep.
Starting point is 00:01:38 It really is that simple. It's when our minds run wild that we can't fall asleep. So follow along with the sound of my voice and the simple shape of the story. And probably before I finish, you'll be sound asleep. I'll read the story twice, and I'll go a little slower the second time through. If you wake again in the middle of the night, try thinking your way back through any details from the story that you can remember or just start the episode over again. Now, switch off your lamp.
Starting point is 00:02:28 Arrange your pillows and comforter just the way you like them. Whatever today was like is what today was like. And now you are here. Let's take a deep breath in through the nose. And out through the mouth. Nice. One more please. In.
Starting point is 00:03:01 And out. Good. Our story tonight is called Holiday at Weathervane Farm. And it's a story about lighting up the farm for some winter guests. It's also about hay rides through snowy fields, the ducks waddling back from a day at the pond,
Starting point is 00:03:32 and a newborn calf who will only ever know kindness. Holiday at Weathervane Farm. Just hanging the lights would take a day, but I didn't mind at all. It was a special time of year, one that I looked forward to. through the rainy days of spring,
Starting point is 00:04:11 the summer heat, and especially as the leaves dried and fell. on the drive up the road at night, when the farm came into sight, and you saw the trees wrapped in white lights, the branches suddenly picked out against the dark sky, the roofline of the house and barn, and even the weather vane all glowing. Well, it made a day of work well worth it. And besides the beauty,
Starting point is 00:05:13 it was a way to guide visitors. Our farm relied on the community to help us keep our rescued pigs and goats and donkeys in hay and feed for the winter. So a few years ago, we hatched an idea to bring them all together. It involved lots of twinkle lights, hot cocoa and cider, and Santa hats with holes cut out for long, floppy ears. After all, who wouldn't want to drive out to the country on a snowy December evening and be wished season's bleedings by all the goats. A volunteer knitted giant Christmas sweaters
Starting point is 00:06:08 for the donkeys. Our oldest and sweetest dog, a slow-moving pug who couldn't see too well, played Santa Paws, laying on the cushioned seat of a small sled in the barn, where people could tell him what they wanted for Christmas and get their pictures taken. He often snoozed through the whole thing.
Starting point is 00:06:43 We strung mistletoe above the pig's enclosure, and while no one had actually gone in for a kiss, they did get quite a lot of belly rubs and treats. We found big yoga balls painted like ornaments that the goats chased and tried to jump on.
Starting point is 00:07:13 Mostly it was an excuse to bring people close to our animals and let them be reminded of how beautiful they were, how much they enjoyed their lives here, where they would never be in danger, where they would only know love, and that being a part of giving that safety and love was an excellent way to celebrate the season. Over the years, we'd found a few ways to make the trip out to the country even more worthwhile. A Christmas tree farm down the road began donating wreaths and garlands, and now it was a regular part of the tradition for lots of people to get their front door wreath from Weathervane Farm.
Starting point is 00:08:28 We had urns of hot cocoa and trays of donuts and Christmas cookies set up around heaters on the front porch of the farmhouse, and the tractor hitched to a wagon lined with hay bales to take folks out for rides through the snowy fields. So today, as I took boxes of lights and decorations out to the yard, I was already full of holiday spirit. I watched the ducks waddling off to the pond, which hadn't frozen over yet,
Starting point is 00:09:18 to spend the day sunbathing on the banks. They called to each other as they went, and I sang out, Honk the herald angels sing. I crack me up. I look down at the lights in my hands. I knew there was a system for this, where to start and a best way to proceed, without getting the cords all tangled up. but I never remembered. It was always a process of trial and error. So I picked an outlet, plugged in a set of lights, and started to string them up. As I made my way around the back side of the barn, I looked out at the back pasture.
Starting point is 00:10:34 We'd had a new addition to Weathervane a while back. Well, two additions, actually. Our first cow. She'd come at the end of the summer, in need of some medical care,
Starting point is 00:10:54 and skittish at first. We'd soon learned she was pregnant. And one early morning, a few weeks past, we'd found her with a beautiful, light brown, fuzzy calf laying in the straw. The vet had pronounced them both in good health
Starting point is 00:11:22 and him in need of a name. I couldn't help myself. With his tan blonde fur and round belly, he was immediately dubbed Winnie the Moo. Winnie and his mom were chewing in the pasture, and I stepped one foot up onto the fence rail and leaned in to coo at them. Mom lifted her head to look at me, still unsure about all of us. It would take her a while to trust, and that was fine.
Starting point is 00:12:18 Winnie, never having known anything but safety, came right up to the fence, mom hurrying behind him to keep watch. And she let me reach out and give him a scratch along his neck. On the nights we had visitors, we'd take them to the smaller barn out back, where they could bed down in the straw and have a bit of privacy. Maybe some Christmas they would want to don their reindeer antlers and join in the fun but not this year. I went back to my work
Starting point is 00:13:11 adding more lights and big candy canes the size of shepherd's hooks that stuck into the ground. We'd had a bit of snow the week before, but it had melted away within a day or two, and I was hoping for more before the festivities began. It certainly was getting colder.
Starting point is 00:13:44 I was keeping warm with my work, but I noticed the ducks coming back early from their excursion to nestle in at the barn. I heard a horn blowing down the long driveway and checked that all the gates were closed and walked down the drive to wave at a big truck I recognized. The wreaths were here,
Starting point is 00:14:20 the yards and yards of garland made from Easter white pine with its long, soft needles. And I noticed, among all the greenery, a tree, bundled in twine, stuck in with the rest. I could hear one of our donkeys braying in the yard, excited by a visitor. And I called out as they climbed from the truck, mealtide greetings. I got one of them to chuckle. The other just shook his head and said, that's it.
Starting point is 00:15:16 I'm taking your present back. What present? What did you bring me? And they hauled the huge Christmas tree out of the open bed and stood it up. It must have been twenty feet tall. I grinned at them, and they grinned back. Where should we put it? I laughed. Somewhere the goats won't knock it over, he said with a sigh. Holiday at Weathervane Farm. Just hanging the lights would take a day. But I didn't mind at all.
Starting point is 00:16:10 It was a special time of year, one that I looked forward to through the rainy days of spring, the summer heat, and especially as the leaves dried and fell. On the drive up the road at night, when the farm came into sight, and you saw the trees wrapped in white lights. Their branches suddenly picked out against the dark sky. The roofline of the house and barn, and even the weather vane, all glowing. Well, it made a day of work well worth it. And besides the beauty, it was a way to guide visitors.
Starting point is 00:17:25 Our farm relied on the community to help us keep our rescued pigs and goats and donkeys in hay and feed for the winter. So a few years ago, we hatched an idea to bring them all together. It involved lots of twinkle lights, hot cocoa and cider,
Starting point is 00:18:03 and Santa hats with holes cut out for long floppy ears. After all, who wouldn't want to drive out to the country on a snowy December evening and be wished season's bleedings by all the goats. A volunteer knitted giant Christmas sweaters for the donkeys. Our oldest and sweetest dog, a slow-moving pug who couldn't see too well,
Starting point is 00:18:49 played Santa Paws, laying on the cushioned seat of a small sled in the barn, where people could tell him what they wanted for Christmas and get their pictures taken. He often snoozed through the whole thing. We strung mistletoe above the pig's enclosure, and while no one had actually gone in for a kiss, they did get quite a lot of belly rubs and treats. We found big yoga balls, painted like ornaments, that the goats chased and tried to jump on. Mostly, it was an excuse to bring people close to our animals and let them be reminded of how beautiful they were,
Starting point is 00:20:07 how much they enjoyed their lives here, where they would never be in danger, where they would only know love, and that being part of giving that safety and love was an excellent way to celebrate the season. Over the years, we'd found a few ways to make the trip out to the country even more worthwhile. A Christmas tree farm down the road began donating wreaths and garlands. And now it was a regular part of the tradition
Starting point is 00:21:07 for lots of people to get their front door wreath from Weathervane Farm. We also had urns of hot cocoa and trays of donuts and Christmas cookies set up around heaters on the front porch of the farmhouse. And the tractor hitched to a wagon lined with hay bales to take folks out for rides through the snowy fields.
Starting point is 00:21:52 So today, as I took boxes of lights and decorations out to the yard, I was already full of holiday spirit. I watched the ducks waddling off to the pond, which hadn't frozen over yet, to spend the day sunbathing on the banks. They called to each other as they went, and I sang out, Honk the herald angels sing. I crack me up. I looked down at the lights in my hands. I knew there was a system for this. Where to start and the best way to proceed,
Starting point is 00:23:10 without getting the cords all tangled up. But I never remembered it. It was always a process of trial and error. So I picked an outlet, plugged in a set of lights, and started to string them up. As I made my way around the back side of the barn, I looked out at the back pasture.
Starting point is 00:23:53 We'd had a new addition to Weathervane a while back. Well, two additions, actually. Our first cow. She'd come at the end of the summer, in need of some medical care, and skittish at first. We'd soon learned she was pregnant. And one early morning, a few weeks past,
Starting point is 00:24:33 we'd found her with a beautiful, light brown fuzzy calf laying in the straw. The vet had pronounced them both in good health and him in need of a name. The vet had pronounced them both in good health, and him in need of a name. I couldn't help myself. With his tan blonde fur and round belly, he was immediately dubbed Winnie the Moo. Winnie and his mom were chewing in the pasture, and I stepped one foot up onto the fence rail and leaned in to coo at them. Mom lifted her head
Starting point is 00:25:30 to look at me, still unsure about all of us. It would take a while to earn her trust, and that was fine. Winnie, never having known anything but safety, came right up to the fence,
Starting point is 00:25:59 Mom hurrying behind him to keep watch. And she let me reach out and give him a scratch along his neck. On the nights we had visitors, we'd take them to the smaller barn out back where they could bed down in the straw and have a bit of privacy. Maybe some Christmas, they would want to don their reindeer antlers and join in the fun, but not this year. I went back to my work, adding more lights and big candy canes the size of shepherd's hooks that stuck into the ground. We'd had a bit of snow the week before,
Starting point is 00:27:08 but it had melted away within a day or two, and I was hoping for more before the festivities began. It certainly was getting colder. I was keeping warm with my work, but I noticed the ducks coming back early from their excursion to nestle in at the barn. I heard a horn blowing down the long driveway and checked that all the gates were closed and walked down the drive
Starting point is 00:28:01 to wave at a big truck I recognized. The wreaths were here, the yards and yards of garland made from Easter white pine with its long, soft needles. And I noticed, among all the greenery, a tree, bundled in twine, stuck in with the rest. I could hear one of our donkeys braying in the yard,
Starting point is 00:28:46 excited by a visitor. And I called out as they climbed down from the truck. Mule-tied greetings. I got one of them to chuckle. The other just shook his head and said, That's it. I'm taking your present back. What present? What did you bring me? And they hauled the huge Christmas tree out of the open bed and stood it up. It must have been 20 feet tall. I grinned
Starting point is 00:29:35 at them, and they grinned back. Where should we put it? I laughed. Somewhere the goats won't knock it over, he said with a sigh. Sweet dreams.

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