Six Inches Of Rain In A Week Means The Return Of Our Wet Weather Creek (It's one of my favorite things about the farm.)
Life keeps going.
The garden keeps growing.
The water keeps flowing.
And I am standing in my rubber boots in the middle of it all.
Which means the only thing I know for sure is that my feet are clean & dry.
I've been doing a lot of thinking, and I may have even figured some stuff out. I will write more soon. In the meantime, I continue to puzzle over something:
How in the world did so many incredibly kind and caring people stumble upon me and my tumbled together farm in the middle of nowhere? Thank you for you.
Current Lamb Count: 19. Number of confirmed armadillo kills by Bad Ass Beagle: 2. (Five buzzards in the swing tree tipped me off to the location of the latest victim.)