Hello!

Is it bad that, everyday, I can't wait to get home to the farm? I mean I love people, I do, but this is my safe place. I'm here to be the crazy chicken (cat, dog, horse, and mule) lady that I really am.
They cut the hay in the fields today and it smells so good. This would not be everyone's cup of tea, to live on a poor little farm, but it is mine. I'll take it with grace and peace, please.