Or maybe it’s chop water, carry wood? When the nights dip low enough to leave a nice thick layer of ice on the goat’s water and you have to jab at it with the nearest, sharpest object… And the forecast calls for even lower temps and the potential for rain…
Oh boy… I’ve really gone off the deep end now. See, I’ve been toying with the idea of trying to post to this space consistently…like every.single.day consistent…but haven’t made the commitment to myself (or to you), out of pure fear… And, honestly, busy-ness… All.the.time busy-ness! See, I don’t like failure,…