It's been a while since we made it out to our friends' farm for a visit - today we arrived to goats run amok, standing on their hind legs to stick their heads in our car windows (shriek!) (M. said they like to wonder what it would be like if goats ate people. They eat just about everything else!). After much coaxing, wheedling, tugging and manhandling, M wrassled Daisy and Petunia into their pen.
We helped with the chores - Ani and Olivia are pushing the wagon full of sawdust and Little Brother up the hill to the new coop...
Izekiel single-handedly filling his bucket with every stone in the driveway...
and then taking time to chase the chickens...
We had a lovely time, hanging out and drawing pictures of our buddies...
Making new friends with one of the new kitties...this one may come home with us this week, as we pretend it is the puppy that Eliza really wants for her birthday.
M and I got a chance to talk about womanly things - you know, like being a mother, being a wife, trying to remember what it was like to just be a woman. She is my dearest friend here, though we realized today that Dan and I have been together since she was...ten. Ouch. This woman has got it together in ways I couldn't begin to imagine when I was her age, and is one of those people that brings such a positive light to my days...wish we had more time to spend together.
And last but not least...today I mourn the end of an era. My Summer Skirt, purchased at the Farmer's Market in Madison 3 summers ago, has suffered mortal wounds. Threadbare. May she rest in peace. Anika sighed and said, well Mama, it is a beautiful red that is peeking through! She's right, but we can't go around looking like the ragamuffins we are, now, can we?
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