Hard Work

Up before the sun, bottles warming on the stove for the kid (goat kid). Emery eating breakfast at the table, and my head full of plans for the day. Time to get the cultivator out and do some garden work, then plant a few seeds, this time flowers. Mint to pick so I can have meadow tea after fertilizing the front lawn. Compost to take care of. Should do some laundry and maybe even some housecleaning but rain is due later in the week and the house cleaning might just have to wait until rain forces me inside all day long. A big tall glass of goat milk is all I have time for this morning for breakfast, but it will hold me a while. Drinking it down, I feel so grateful, so blessed to have it to drink. If I have time this afternoon, it would be nice to start some cheese.

My mind is full of work to do and that excites me. I am not one to enjoy being idle. Laziness is not part of my vocabulary, neither is the word bored or the concept of having nothing to do.

Life is exciting, full of adventure, even if the adventure is just simply bending down over the lettuce and seeing a beautiful lady bug eating away at aphids.

Fingernails dirty from this mornings work, but that's OK with me, just part of having a life with some hard work in it, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Faith recovering from her de-horning experience

Just some wood and weeds

Kid play

"Mom, don't go!"

The garden after I worked in it

Goat Ballet ?????

Faith, Hope and Charity

Cinnamon looks like she is saying, "I am gorgeous"

A busy little woodpecker in the black walnut tree