Gosh, I'm feeling like a very neglectful blogger. My posts are stretched too far in between and then I am overwhelmed about where to begin again. This is the last day of Nicki's visit and for some reason, the easiest place to start.
The mamas are still in the barn, eating, eating, eating.
The chickens are in there too.
Feeling all cooped up and curious.
The pigs are happy for dry, dusty fields, slightly green at the edges and their faithful farmer.
In a few days everything will be different. I can't wait to go back and see April at the farm.
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt. - Margaret Atwood