A few pics from my photo journal.
I awoke at 4 am as usual, but I was too lazy to get up. I laid in bed for a few hours listening to the rain on our tin roof. Normally, that’s enough to lull me back to sleep, but it wasn’t to be today.
Good Sunday Morning. I am treating myself to a slow quiet morning.
What are you up to?
I had left-over homemade pizza for breakfast.
It was delightful.
Fresh basil from the garden, which will soon be just a memory. Though I have attempted to hold on for a bit, by transplanting the basil to a large pot and bringing it indoors. We shall see, it already looks less than happy with the move.
Gosh, it’s been a while.
How are you navigating the big teeter-totter of 2020?
Everything is the same here on the farm and nothing is as it ever was.
Not being one that feels as though they can offer upbeat advice, positive thoughts and such, I’m just not going to attempt to do so. I try to look on the positive side of things, although I’ll admit there are times when I struggle with it. I’m just not the cheerleader type. Like – yay people, everything is gonna be alright. I’m also not going to sit around and talk doom and gloom with y’all.
I had been feeling there is a lack in interest in my blog posts and before this world crisis started, I was preparing to go into our busy season here on the farm, which by nature would take my time and take me away from blogging and this blog would just quietly shut down for either ever or awhile, whichever it was meant to be. Continue reading
A cold dark foreboding mist is covering the farm, perhaps evocative of what so many are feeling these days.
I screamed a primal sound that a mother makes when her baby is in the snatches of a dragon. I ran with fear in my heart towards the sound of terror coming from Snowball.
