After the 334th consecutive rainy day here at One Old Goat Farm, I found myself running out of different ways of effectively complaining about the mud that I have to slide and trudge through every morning and night. The kind of thick, clay muck that is impossible to scrape off your boots and clings to shoes stronger than any glue known to mankind. Well anyways, after 334 days of this crud and in homage to Thanksgiving Day on Thursday, I decided to switch gears and instead of complain, to count my blessings.I'm thankful for my goats being back on my farm. It is really odd living at One Old Goat Farm and writing as One Old Goat at not having any goats. I am thankful that Hansel, my little wether, is such a friendly guy and no matter my mood, is always right there for me to hug and scratch and love.
I am thankful for my new pitchfork. A seemingly insignificant joy but seriously, if you've ever tried to scrape out cow poo with a pitchfork that the tines kept getting pitched with the poo, you would understand.
I am thankful for Dolly Llama and secretly am very flattered that she seems to prefer me to anyone else. It's like we are kin. Kind of. There is something very calming about being nose-to-nose with an animal of that size and that is just how Dolly likes to communicate with me. I have a big family and not everyone is particularly interested in what is going in my life. But Dolly always notices.
I love the little bunny that visits us - well, visits the chickens every day. He doesn't let me too close to him but just seeing him first thing in the morning always makes me smile and lets me know that the world is good for another day. I'm thankful for the sunny days we did actually have and gave us my husband and kids time to split and stack enough wood to get us through the winter. The fact is, I have more things for to be thankful than I have to complain. I hope to remember this tomorrow when it rains. For the 335th day on One Old Goat Farm.