It is quite safe to say that every day is different around here.
This morning I sprang out of bed and dove into cleaning my house to ready it for a chorus workshop that was being held here for most of the day. Char & I had de-cluttered the evening before and so my objective was to do a vacuum/mop/surface swipe all ’round before heading out for chores.
This house-cleaning thing? It’s big news, trust me.
The big farm project for the day was completing the goat fencing adjacent to the horse pasture so that we’d have a place that the goatsies could graze/browse without destroying my flowering and fruiting bushes, which is what they had been intent on for the last few weeks. Here is where I have to confess that I hardly helped at all. Jim did most of the work, with a little help from friend Tristan the other night, and I probably contributed 15- 30 minutes of labor altogether.
The wonderful choristers left by 4p.m., I delivered some eggs and chicken as a donation for a local benefit silent auction, and then I prepared a delicious Pastitsio recipe that a friend of mine had prepared and shared via Facebook the other night.