Don't be fooled by this rising sun. It was not the harbinger of a warm, sunny day. No, yesterday, the sun took a snooze and let Ole Man Winter come back for a visit. He should know by now, that in April, he is no longer a welcomed visitor!
Were it not for the fact that I had to tend to our animal friends, I would not have opened the door for him and allowed his icy fingers inside my house!
Hopefully this week is the end of cold weather. I have tiny plants emerging in the garden, after all!
With cold winds blowing, yesterday morning was the perfect time for mass bread-baking. Four loaves later I was ready to leave the farm... heading to town to make a few bread deliveries.
The last view of the farm was that of the horses and donkeys peacefully grazing in the front pasture.
It's a lovely sight and one that makes me eager to get back home again.
Home is my haven, my happy place.
Oh, and before I forget... the donkeys have a little story to tell. Since they are eating, and I have repeatedly told them to not talk with their mouths full, I will tell you the story.
You see, two nights ago as Hubbs was tucking all in and doing the last of the day's feedings (I was home working with...