With the arrival of Lolly, Gypsy and Nugget in the south pasture, the Swanson Farm (or whatever we end up calling it) is officially (or unofficially) a farm again (or a ranch – I’ve never been clear on the distinction). But you get the idea: we’re up and running. Woohoo!
And did I mention apples? The first of the apples are ripe and ready for the picking.
I know, I know, some day in the not too distant future, I’m going to be really frustrated with all this and curse myself for having taken on such an enormous project for which I am so unprepared. Today, however, is not that day.