“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

The Hole In My Kitchen Is Gone

Oh my goodness!  By the time you read this post, another 2- 3 inches of snow will have fallen on the farm.  I have no words.  I can only watch and appreciate the beauty, right?

Yesterday while I was out doing afternoon chores, I sat in the snow in the dry lot  with Griz on my lap, next to where the donkeys were enjoying their snack of hay.  

These girls are just the sweetest.  But, they are definitely my donkeys.  We understand each other.

Of course, I couldn't just sit there and enjoy the moment.  No, Mr.(s) Nosie Pants (1 and 2)

 had to come see what was happening in our little love fest, and, of course, break it up.

I'd like to think they were there to visit with me, but I am pretty sure it was the hay that called them.

  No worries, the donkeys moved on to another spot and continued their munching.

I used to worry during the cold winter months that perhaps our horses were cold.  I have learned over the years that they are toasty warm within their fluffy coats.  All one need do is sink your fingers into their manes, and you can feel the heat radiating off of them.

Even their little legs are covered in a long coat of fluff.

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