Maryjane’s mama had to work late last night. She was getting to that two year old too tired to stay awake hysteria. So how do you calm a born farmgirl? Hand her a farming magazine.
There was a picture of a child milking a goat that she was enthralled with. Photos of sheep. Yesterday at the store she pretended she had sheep there. She put them to bed, made them medicine, made them go outside, and loaded them into the truck when we left. I need to get a farm again. I am missing it so much I can hardly breathe, and I do not want the little farmgirl to forget. Long live the farm dream.