Tonight I'm weary, my body feels like Raggedy Ann. ( the only doll I had as a girl that did not get her head ripped off). I liked Raggedy Ann and now I am Raggedy Ann. Oh shit. who named this doll and why did they make her raggedy and what the hell happened to Andy? I mean why couldn't she just be Laid Back Linda or Relaxed Rachel or Silly Sophie, Goofy Gloria. WHY? Back to my weariness.....
Days have been long, ridiculously long. I notice at 5pm when I've hit the twelve hour mark, but then by dinner and a glass of wine I get my second wind, ready to foliar feed or move sheep or move drip tape. By about whatevertime I finally finish with the day, I am fried as Okra in a all night buffet. (soggy too). The thing is after a shower, I have a cold one and start to unwind, rather untwist in my case. And its all OK. I go to bed, sleep oh so good and I'm back at it again.
I am having the time of my life. Really. I know winter will be here someday and I'll have time to journal and catch up on books, but right now I'm on frikin fire and I love it. The sheep look great the pullets are growing faster that you can say "get a damn laying box in the Hen-a- beggo".
and the earth is putting forth food faster than Nate and I can harvest it and Linda can wash it.
So what can I do but go with it. smittenThis is a picture of a feed lot and this keeps fresh before me my moments of high resolve