Weekends have never had a special distinction
around here. With the exception of church on Sunday
mornings, our days on the farm run from one to the next.
Gracie Jo started grade one this September and weekends
have just taken on a preciousness I've never known...
So what do we do with a lovely Sunday afternoon,
with air so crisp and fresh it reaches way down
into your chest and bursts with expectation...
You put on a thick sweater, tuck in the blankets,
and wander wherever the road leads you!
My *second* favorite herd of cows...and 'Curly' the bull :)