I love misty mornings on the farm; nature has never looked more calming, and to me, it’s a wonder the farm is full of life: the sheep look great after shearing, Kim walks without a limp, and Joe did a great job. Zip is a good king. Ted then came, brush hogged, and cleared the entire property, a gift for next year’s grass. A great start to a week; I look forward to the next couple of months. Truth and some compassion are returning slowly to my country.
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Some things become familiar, like shoveling the manure out of the barn every day, no matter the weather.
I remember decades ago that this Columbus/Indigenous people weekend was your annual Bedlam Farm open house. I always wanted to attend, but never made the few hours trek.