I am in the city at my mother's place having a garage sale. I am tired, seems to be more work than the homestead.
You should see Winston, his little horns are starting to come in, and he is turning the incredible rust color, except he has a black muzzle and goggles.
Lots of things going on and changing right now. Our horse neighbor will be buying our homesteading and we will moving to the farm hopefully sooner rather than later. (with no more bills, I can get a laptop and talk to everyone again.)
I must say I miss adults. Even if I don't actually hear any of you, I miss reading what you have to tell me.
Mrs. Fuzzy, Congrats of the first place!
So tell, me. What have you been up to.