hay days.

Yesterday, I skipped the gym in an attempt to get home early and rest. On the way, I got notification that hay was being delivered at our farm over the hill and I could meet them there. It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas Summer! I stopped at home first and got a bucket…

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muddy days

Now that it’s suddenly decided to get all cold and rainy again, I’m reminded what lies in waiting for the coming spring weekends… MUD. That’s right, folks. Soggy, slurpy, boots-sinking-5-inches-deep, mucky, brown MUD.

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the day after xmas [a poem]

Twas the day after Christmas And the house…it was COLD. They’d spent days up north Where the snowy winds blowed. But home on the farm had surprises in mind And they came to the cabin, where something else they did find. Their breath they could see As they lit up a fire And drank whiskey…

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priorities

Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve been in a real stitch. There’s no need to get into the details, but I found myself suffering from multiple mystery ailments and succombing to them in the worst way possible by allowing my anxiety to take hold and blow them completely out of proportion. No, I’m not…

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