On a not typical day, by 8:30 A.M. I baked a loaf of bread and started a second one. I baked a batch of cookie bars. I put beans and a ham bone in the crock pot for dinner. I opened up the farm stand and set up the displays and filled the cooler …
On a not typical day, by 8:30 A.M. I baked a loaf of bread and started a second one. I baked a batch of cookie bars. I put beans and a ham bone in the crock pot for dinner. I opened up the farm stand and set up the displays and filled the cooler …
I swallowed a ladybug the other morning. I guess they aren’t poisonous because I’m still alive. ***************************************** Let’s run away together for a moment. Let’s go to a place in our heart where there is goodness and kindness. Where there is wellbeing of mind, body and spirit. A place where we can breathe.
Heavy rain. Grey skies. All the little kitties and all the little doggies of Red Dirt are tucked into their beds. I had planned to stop blogging for a bit. But here I am again. Rambling about ordinary things.
Red Dirt Farm and Studio 