“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

A New Year

Four days into January, and already the month is true to form - a mixed bag of everything, that makes one question why one would live in the Northeast.  January tends to throw everything it has at us - snow, rain, sleet, ice, and wind.  And seemingly, just to keep us from hibernating our way through,  it throws in a few hours of sunshine for sanity - but only on occasion. 


 And yet, I cannot imagine winter any other way.  It is all I know, so there is comfort in the blanket of grey that has settled upon my world.

I'll trust you had a good New Year's Day.  If you're like me, you didn't care enough for 2020 to spend those last few hours with it.  No, I blissfully spent the transition from old to new sound asleep.  After all, morning chores need to be done whether one stays up past midnight or not.  And "not" staying up makes those chores so much easier to face.


We did have a visit from the farrier on New Year's Eve, so all of the equines are starting their year in good shape.

 Moonie was fully cooperative, given his new outlook on life.

Griz was self-proclaimed equipment manager.

I did reflect a little upon 2020.  Even though it ranks as the worst year ever, there was much good to be...


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