Well! Our neighbors have put their trees to the curb (even though it’s only the 7th day of Christmas!), the mailbox has been flooded with solicitations from local gyms, Oprah’s on TV hawking Weight Watchers, and I’m at the end of our milking chart for 2017. It must be time for New Year’s Resolutions! I said a year ago that we don’t really make resolutions, but we certainly set goals for ourselves and decide on what we want to accomplish….
Preparing for Christmas has been much like the rest of our year – hectic, rushed, and full. We need to make some amendments for next year to make sure that we have the time to enjoy ALL seasons. That said, I wanted to take the time to get on here and say MERRY CHRISTMAS! We’ve had trial, tragedy, and triumph this past year, but sitting here now, I cannot deny how fortunate and how blessed our family has been. Next…
I don’t like making announcements. Steve says it’s because I don’t like the attention, and there might be some truth to that. But because I’m so announcement adverse, I’ve been sitting on a pretty big announcement for awhile now. Aaaand, it’s time! Partly because it’s been awhile, partly because we’ve been letting our families know, and partly because this kind of announcement is becoming more and more obvious on its own. So, this is now blog-official…we will be having our…
Thomas Jefferson has grown up quite a bit since his debut. He’s gone from a helpless kitten to a teenaged tomcat that is already an accomplished hunter. The mouse population has dwindled in the barn, and he can frequently be found stalking, chasing and catching vermin of all sorts. In that regard, he has been just great. Except… darn it, Thomas! You weren’t SUPPOSED to become a house cat! Yes, he makes excursions out to the barn, but for the…
Well, we’re packed to full capacity here. What with the turkeys and the quarter cow in our freezer, all the milk and eggs… we have officially run out of appliance space. We are very fortunate. We have 4 free range turkeys, a freezer full of grass fed beef, loads of farm fresh eggs and so much raw goat milk that we don’t miss it even when the cheese spoils. If this is not wealth, then I don’t know what is….