As always, there is a lot going on!
broke a shelf – didn’t lose anything 
Survived the fire in 2012 – a little different
living while remodeling 
My favorite artsy photo
I have been working toward getting “all the way” moved in to the farmhouse. So the stacks of boxes are getting shorter in the garage and a large load of stuff has been sent off to Goodwill. My things do make the house feel more like my home, but after a housefire in 2012, I try to remember that things are just things – God and people are what counts. Note that pretty photo hanging on an unfinished 2×4 post wall. That – folks – has been my life for most of my 33 years. Just making myself at home, until it is finished. One day, it will hang on a freshly painted wall with trim and lightswitch covers – I hope.
Last weekend Farmer Man sent the cows off to the market.
Well, most of the cows. There are no photos, because Farmer Man is not the photographer and he had his hands full. Good ole 95, the poor boy who got caught half in and half out of the headgate, the nosy one that will almost eat out of our hand, the one that we already know will tear up a few things escaping – he escaped. So, for at least a week or so, he has to just be one of the goats.
While Farmer Man was cow wrestling, I was escaping for a quick trip down to Florida to celebrate a birthday with one of my BFFs. It was a good bit of driving and a definite change of scenery!
Florida life, must be tough! 
Happy Birthday to you!
A few days away and then back to the farm life. Clearing the land, running fence, feeding things, and dealing with the occasional goat issues. Dinky is about to earn herself a “crown of shame”. We are going to duct tape a PVC pipe to her horns, this is at least the fifth time I’ve had to rescue her out of the fence.
Before it is even light outside – Dinky is stuck AGAIN! 
Sampson, it’s his first time in lock-up
This required tools and 45 minutes
An old farmer once shared with my sister, as she began farming: Those that have, will lose. Or some variation of that sentiment. Meaning, if you have farm animals, some of them will die. It is farming. It is life. We have lost a few goats since we started farming, but some are a little harder to lose. Charlie was one of the originals, the first head to come poking out of the barn door looking for us. She was in our pocket and loved to be loved on. She gave us four babies, two of them accidentally. We loved her, saved her life at least once before. This time, she was already gone when we found her. She had a spoiled goat life and will be missed.
Charlie and babies 
EVERYBODY enjoyed the side-by-side 
Charlie and Ruby – little
God is good. His timing is perfect. As I left for Florida, all the trees were green. As I returned, some of the leaves are turning and the nights are getting cooler. I always look forward to fall and evenings on the porch. I am getting settled in and beginning to enjoy the farm a little more. When I returned from Florida, my Farmer Man had started working on the downstairs bathroom again. Progress is being made – though I honestly never expect the to-do list to be empty – maybe that is just a part of the adventure.
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