The resort keeps sensible hours around here.
First light is for me and my tea. The herd stays close to the barn while our guardian dog checks what the night left behind — coyotes love that half-light, and she knows it better than anybody.
By mid-morning, once the sun is up and she's cleared the tree line, the finest dining in the county opens: the brush line. Leaves, twiggy bits, whatever the hedgerow is serving… and if the Gator happens to be parked nearby, well, that becomes part of the resort too.
Folks are paying good money to rent slow mornings like this one.
I just live here. 🌿
#barefootalk #lifewithgoats


