Meanwhile, at the Luxury Resort…

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. 🌿

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We're Back Wandering

Well, hello again.

This little corner of the internet went quiet for a while farm life has a way of filling every day all by itself.

But the goats are still here, browsing the brush line, inspecting every gate, every bucket, and every pumpkin like it is their full-time job. Because it is.

So we're back. A note here now and then ... slow mornings, happy goats, and whatever the season is teaching us out in the pasture.

If you wandered over from Instagram, welcome. The follow-along links are right there in the sidebar ... come wander with us.

— Cindy 😁💚