Oh Dear! Oh Dear! I am Late!

Silverman's Farm in Easton, Connecticut. Photos by Esha Samajpati © All rights reserved

Not too long ago, there we were, sniffling in the cold and hoping for summer and sunshine. And before we could put down our chilled lemonade and say didgeridoo, here we are, in the first week of August. Summer is slowly slipping away. So to make the most of what is left, we thought it wise to spend some time in a farm amongst ripe peaches and bumpy hay-rides, and sleepy animals.

We went to Silverman’s Farm in Easton, which is a cozy-looking town in Southern Connecticut. A far cry from the hustle and bustle of where we live, the drive in itself is worthy of its own post. Putting aside the quest for infused oils and plants for the later part of the afternoon, we made a beeline for the animals. There were llamas, alpacas, sheep, goats, fallow deer, emus, long-horn cattle, rabbits, chickens, ducks, pigs, a Sicilian donkey, and a big bird cage. I am not sure the peacock was comfortable in that cage because I have always seen them run freely in open fields and I doubt it had room to spread its tail which is what makes it so gorgeous.

Our two-year-old liked the residents of Silverman’s, and after he was done feeding them and talking to them, he spent a good amount of time in the play area at the back. Because, well, they had a tractor! He also showed a keen interest in any and every water body within the animal enclosures, troughs of dirty water included. “Want to go to the water” was a common refrain heard throughout the day.

On our way out, we came upon what they call Bunny Town, where my son took one look at the rabbits and exclaimed “Oh dear! Oh dear! I am late.” It’s his version of White Rabbit’s “Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!” He is not even three years old, and we already share a favorite book.

Thank you, Lewis Carroll.

Thank you, part-cloudy part-sunny August day.

Thank you, Silverman’s Farm.