rest in our reality

Today, it’s raining. The air outside our home smells like wood fire, cold temperatures, and wet leaves. There’s a goat screaming in the pasture; she’s hungry, as always, and she’d rather stand in the rain and tell us about it than curl up with her family in the shed we built for them. I’m about…

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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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