Back to Work

As much as I’ve enjoyed my self-indulgent Dean Cain marathon this week, with a farm full of animals and a house full of boys and their friends, it was time to get back to life today. The first order of business was putting the finishing touches on the goat pen since no matter how many times I explain it to them, they just don’t seem to understand why it’s a bad idea for them to lay on the front steps.

Although they did seem to at least consider my argument…

 

So my oldest son and I spent our morning shoring up the holes the goats have found in the lovely fence we’d put up for them. The infamous Snickers seemed a little offended that we’d lock her up like a common barn animal.

 

And I can’t be sure, but I think Porsche – our largest and oldest goat – might have been laughing at my naïve belief that I could construct a fence that would actually contain my little imps.

 

Last night’s storms broke the oppressive heat and humidity that’s been clinging to the days of late, so it was actually a fairly pleasant morning.

It’s crazy how much difference a day can make. After a morning in the sunshine, amidst my animals, getting my hands dirty with a little hard work, I’m better able to remember the circumstances of today are only temporary. Life is only as limited as my attitude towards it, and tomorrow is full of possibilities.