He also separated Ribeye, the steer, into another pasture. "Ribeye" and six lambs are slated to go the the butcher in a couple of weeks.
Tonight the wind is calm, the peepers are loud, and we are heading to bed early. We are full of beef curry and another chapter of To Kill a Mockingbird. My room is a mess with construction projects and paperwork here and there, but in the middle of it all, my desk is graced with a jar of beautiful blossoms, courtesy of Nora. Perfect metaphor.
5 comments:
I love reading your words. They speak to my soul. Love. Loss. Moving on. And more loss. The mundane that you feel is not real. I rejoice in the simplicity of real life. My life is simple. My life is real. My life is hard. Thank you for speaking into my life with yours. catie
Such beauty you bring to us all.
Hey, can your blog friend my blog? Cause I think they might like each other.
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xoxo
I love the taco and salsa recipes, copied them into my file, looking forward to summer.
I hope all is well with you, I wonder when you don't post for a while. I know this is a very busy time of year and you probably really miss your parents being there.
I've been gardening like crazy, not sure what this compulsion to produce food is about. :)
Thanks for your comments, friends.
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