I am at it again. I’m writing into the future, knowing that some day, someone will read this. Hello, you!

I will be posting slices of life and writing here, so my readership can get to know me better. With any luck, we’ll build a community together.

In my opening salvo here, I will simply state that I’m daunted (can you say that? you can say undaunted??) by the task of working up a website. I am, however, eager to share what’s here in my head and what I’m up to IRL. It’s a Sunday evening as I pen this, and it’s been a great weekend because we welcomed two new babies to the family! These little kids are so very cute. Whenever little ones join the farm, it seems we all put aside the chaos for a moment to just enjoy new life. We bicker less and smile more. We appreciate the trauma the puppies or kittens or baby goats go through in birthing. Just a few years ago, I was so separated from this that I did not even know what I was missing. It’s one of the best things about living on a farm, frankly, getting to welcome the newbies to the world.

Yes, I was there for the birth of each child, and sure, I found each one to be an amazing miracle of modern medicine (all four were Cesarean). I was so very surprised with our first child, for I’d never even held a baby prior to my own son (and I was 40!). I was absolutely fascinated that “it” had fingernails and eye lashes, that “it” was warm and that “it” made such interesting noises.

The difference now is that these farm animals are not surrounded by the best in medical care. They are sometimes dropped in the farmyard or abandoned behind a workshop bench. We had a kid delivered in February, just right out in the field, and it did not survive the cold. SO, these cuties, born Easter weekend 2022, are precious to me. (We’re not the type to have them in the house or to dress them in doll clothes, but I do intend to cuddle with them more than might seem manly.)