from my vantage point

So wish I might capture the bird song, gentle breezes through porch windows, and the smell of happy rain fed gardens. As I sit here on our porch, this moment is a sweet moment. If I could, I would bottle this up.

Spent a good part of Saturday cleaning up from Thursday's storm. Lost a tree, many branches, and our deck furnishing to the winds that night. This storm had me shaking, nothing even on our weather radio to predict the punch we took. 7 trailers to the burn pile, chain saw noises, clean up we have become far too accustomed to.

Then twice when we attempted a "feet up" moment, we look out into the farmyard to see a black & white goat come trotting around the barn....not in his pasture. Twice I walked out and led Ralphie back in through the gate (thank goodness our menagerie trust us). Twice we checked the fence line..that is what the tree fell on Thursday night. We ended our Saturday mending the fence in the dark. The sound of a sledge hammer to stake, working around wire barbs, kittens & goats at our side.

From my vantage point, such is life, we take the perfect with the imperfect. We pick up after the storm, we safeguard our flock, and we breathe in the blessings given to us. We are given the tools we need, just have to wash them off, pick them up and walk out into the day or night with confidence. I have learned so much about myself at this farm, lessons that each day brings forth.