Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Yep! That's me! Classically behind!
Work is insane.
Programs are looming.
Events are in need of coordinating.
I still owe Three Verde Fridays, a Spring Swap and Seika's Yule gift.
And, if I'm not mistaken, my daughter's Cold Stone Creamery trip from November 2009.
The yard cries for attention.
I long to tapestry crochet and play in the dirt, though not at the same time.
The weather refuses to cooperate.
And Darla thrives. A wee hoof forward every hour.
And the barn seems to move farther away each day.
Two Sundays ago we spent the day romping the pastures on a sunny, fairly decent and dry day. She stays at my heels and is a grand walking buddy! She loves to snuggle with me in her pen after her bottle and has a bottom end getting too big for a Maa's lap....but I haven't the heart to tell her.
She chases chickens and kittens and goes nose to nose with any of the big, ol' Jersey Boys but remains terrified of goats. She knows "goats go up" and "goats go down" but her favorite part is up. When faced with a goat, any goat, she flat drops like a WWII soldier under air attack. This confuses Lawrence who, although he is a two year old buck, is still a gentle sweetheart.
I'm missing blogs and my own writing projects, leg shaving and hair coloring.
I'm pretty positive the laundry room is still there but it's been awhile so I really can't be sure.
My dog is a saint. My cat is a constant. And my fur family seems scattered since Darla's return to the farm.
But I have unconditional love.
And friends and family who care what's going on. (You know who you are Amy and Heidi and Deb!)
And Goat Sisters who get it.
So who's to care if I'm a little behind?
Photo of Goat by Picasso