A few pics from my photo journal.
A few pics from my photo journal.
What a crazy full moon week around here. Have you felt it too?
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 …
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.
Gardening. Spring.
Wordless Wednesday. A beautiful foggy morning.
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 …
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.
