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From next to the fire with full arms and faces full of kefir… and because typing with two hands is overrated.
From next to the fire with full arms and faces full of kefir… and because typing with two hands is overrated.
It has been a full week now since we welcomed Joshua Ryan into our arms and into our hearts. It probably speaks to his longer labor and final entrance with gusto that this post has been on hold during these early days. One of the most exciting moments for me is when the older children…
It was late the Friday before Thanksgiving; the sun was setting, the milking crew heading out the door. We had planned to practice the offerings we’d be bringing on Thursday, but oh the rush of Friday. Supper hadn’t exactly been decided on yet, our usual kefir smoothies were low on ingredients, and, of course, everyone…
Coffee. Morning and ni-night (and as many as I can get/give in-between) squeezes. Three meals and a snack. Chickens out and back up again. Falls, fights, and wiped-away tears. Goat tending. Someone in mismatched socks. Checking for eggs. These are some of the things you are most likely to see here on a daily basis. Chickens…