How nice to have the weather clear up some today and get to take a walk again around the perimeter of the farm. It's a bit of a workout since it is not a lawn. It sweeps out the cobwebs of my mind, spirit, and body.
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| Sometime this summer, this grass will be baled up. |
John had a week away from his usual workplace. At home, he and Wendy have dug a ditch. It's to divert water away from one of the run-in sheds in the far pasture. They are French-i-fying it with some sort of techie fabric to line it and now filling it with gravel from the pile that John once had delivered to Wendy as a present. I didn't negotiate the high grass to check it out. I'll wait for Austen and her goat mascots to eat it down first.
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| John heading to the gravel pile. |
Before Wendy joined him, I got to take a snap of her and Rosy, the goat that Sandy helped birth when she surprised all by sliding out a few minutes after her Mama had just delivered an enormous brother. No one thought there could be another goat on the way. Rosy is the friendliest of the goats, sweet, yet assertive.
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| Wendy and Rosy. |
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