I've been remiss in my volunteer duties of late -- over scheduling my weekends, my life. However, I'm back on track and managed to get back to the farm today after being gone for about a month. And, lo and behold, found myself in the sheep shed once again.
If after you die you wake up in a hot, humid, rustic, sheep shed with a long handled ice-scraper in your hands, I have pretty good idea of where you ended up. Rhymes with smell.
(I must note that the lemonade was exceptional today. Not too sour. Not too sweet. Just how I like it.)
Tegan was enamored of a barn swallow. Such a pretty little bird.
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