What is it about a gray, autumn day? There's just something about it that soothes my soul... a gentle, quiet vibe that slows time.
With nothing pressing on my schedule, I putter around the house in domestic bliss. A gray day is the perfect excuse to have tea by candlelight, to read a book, to work on a stitching project... without the guilt felt when doing these things on a warm sunny day. The gardens call to me when the sun is shining... but a gray, drizzly day belongs to me!
Of course, it goes without saying, that no day belongs entirely to anyone that lives on a farm. There are necessary chores to do and critters that need tending. These things cannot wait. These things are done no matter what. It's these things, though, that give me purpose. And though I occasionally dream of frittering away a day- I am much happier when I have a list of things to do.
Most gals get excited shopping for a new designer purse or shoes. Me? I am thrilled by the purchase of a new manure fork.
I found this little fork at the feed store, yesterday, when I was there to pick up a protein block for the sheep. It is the perfect size for our littles to use when they help us, but it also...