Live stake elderberries are in the ground, I got an acceptance email for my essay “Places I Went With My Dad,” I’m home with my family with homemade cheese ravioli and Brussels sprouts, cocktails, and animals tucked in safe for the night, and it’s a bright and beautiful night sky outside.
I’m mindful of the fact that 25 years ago I had a newly firstborn babe in arms. It’s amazing to ponder the passage of time since then, and a worthwhile exercise for all of us, I think. To stop and think about our time on the earth, then and now, now and what is to come.
I’ve done my annual review, detailing what went well in 2019, what didn’t, and laying out goals for 2020 in all areas. As anyone who reads here regularly can imagine, I’m extremely ambitious when it comes to setting goals for home and farm projects, and equally so with my writing, but I like to aim big and then celebrate what I manage to get done.
It’s been a challenging year in some ways but I feel like it’s ending on a good note.
The herd went wild right before sunset today, galloping, bucking, rearing, braying. I have no idea what set them off, but it was a spirited show of pure athleticism and grace in motion. I’m glad they are all healthy and happy and fairly easily calmed down with some apple treats and fresh hay.
I hope everyone reading has a lovely evening and a wonderful 2020.
billie hinton’s camera-obscura:
life and lessons on November Hill Farm
2 comments:
Sounds like a perfect night. Congratulations on your essay. Wishing you and yours a wonderful year in 2020!
Thanks so much - to you as well!
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