Happy First Day of Spring

Happy First Day of Spring

These last few weeks have been quite the experience – both with my own personal health and witnessing what’s going on in the world right now. I’m happy to report that I’ve greatly improved. There is more recovery to come; I’m almost always out of breath, but I do feel good. Thank you to everyone for their thoughts and prayers, and to those who have reached out and sent messages. All of it has been appreciated. I saw a meme…

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Starting 2020 Off With a Bang

Starting 2020 Off With a Bang

Well, 2020 escalated pretty quickly for us. Construction on the house FINALLY came to an end, and it seemed like we might be winding back down to normalcy. That is, until late January when my leg became swollen and painful without explanation. The pain and swelling worsened over a two week period until I was ultimately diagnosed with a superficial blood clot (which is ‘not’ dangerous and presents a ‘very low’ risk) and I lost my ability to walk. Then,…

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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

We haven’t done much this past year. We didn’t milk, we didn’t have much of a garden, we never sent out Christmas cards (we barely even decorated), and school has been woeful these last few weeks especially. If we’re going to remember 2019 as a family I think we’re likely to remember it as the year that fell through the cracks. A lot of it has to do with the construction in the house, which just sent everything completely topsy-turvy….

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Still Happy

Still Happy

I’m sure the question crossed many minds as to whether or not keeping a smelly ol’ buck around would begin to test our patience over time. Well, we’re almost a month in and I can confirm that everyone is just as happy to have him around as when he first came home. His rut is nearing an end, and he isn’t as smelly as he was. Either that, or we’ve gotten used to his odor. Now there’s a scary thought….

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Colonel Mustard

Colonel Mustard

Perhaps you recall the story from last year where one of our goats escaped while on the way home from being bred with a buck. It had been a final straw for Rachel, who spent an hour looking for Lily in the dark far from home. “I don’t care what it takes. Next year, we’re getting our own buck.” You see, the job of taxiing lovesick goats back and forth from a farm with a buck largely fell on her….

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