“The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings.”

Masanobu Fukuoka, The One-Straw Revolution

Becoming Small

Sometimes, the very best days come wrapped in thick,
grey clouds.

Cool, static air, that carries the question-
"Might it rain, today?" adds an element of the unknown to the morning.
There's delight in the prospect of surprise.

I bend my nose to the ground to inspect a new white mushroom
growing on the edge of the manure pile,
and find a tiny faerie world in this lowly spot.

And suddenly... there it is!
A drop of rain hits my arm.

In my mind, I shrink to the size of a mouse
and stand beneath the toadstool while the rain soaks the ground around me.

The reality is, however...
one lone raindrop falls...
with no followers.

I make my way back home... the morning chores complete.
There's nothing quite as lovely or peaceful as 
a grey morning in the pasture with the equines,
and so I stop to visit with them.
Naturally, I brought you with me...

Here is a link to the video, on YouTube, if you need it.

Here we are at Friday again.
I hope you had a pleasant week.
I hope you are safe and healthy!
Enjoy the weekend, and let's visit again on Monday.

I'll be adding more face masks to my Etsy store in the coming 
days (hours).
I've got to use up all that wonderful fabric I found on Monday!!

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