No, I never imagined when I was living in Los Angeles that my life would become feed stores, tractors and mud.
Stop asking me that.
Not that I don’t enjoy farm life. I do. Oh, I may complain from time to time. It’s a lot of hard work, we’re just starting out and know next to nothing.
Now, I wouldn’t want to give up my old blue tractor or the time I spend with the animals. I’m even looking forward to getting a couple of goats and we’re going to try raising a pig this year.
We shall not talk about my tiny garden plans that Texas keeps trying to turn into 2 acres of corn and 2 acres of watermelon.
I also can’t imagine that. How did my mom get to be 68?
Since I have nothing else, I’m going back to lake watching and knitting. Hey, even I need a day at the lake every once in a while.
Happy Friday y’all!
p.s. It may look cold, but it’s really a balmy 68