goes on. After all, this is a farm with many other animals and responsibilities. It just doesn't feel the same and, once again, it is the farm where tractors are used because they do not eat when they aren't working. Life has come full circle...from that saying of Dad's and my dream of horses...to the reality of Dad's saying and life, once again, without horses. If I did such a good thing, why am I still so empty?
Enough of that...on to other things. The neighbor's poor starving cows drift to our place. They even pulled the carrots up in the garden...looking on the bright side, we have a good winter harvest. Just thinking how well it might taste with stray beef.
The Shop progresses with all of Bev's hard work. Word is spreading and even with winter hours, the traffic is good. I am the shop keep on Saturdays...I would rather eat worms but I must do my part for the success of the whole.
Mostly, I just reflect on what the second half of life holds.
