Comparing My Expectations With Reality

Dear Dungarees,

This is not what farming looks like. God Bless.

While taking care of farmy things today I looked over to see the fully detached ball sack from our baby goat. ✨Treasure✨ It finally fell off after a few weeks of banding. Just curled up alone, happy and quite content to just be free. Every good and perfect gift is from above. Such an excellent reminder to check my expectations.

So what if our garden isn’t planted yet, or the greenhouse panels fell off again, or if the damn beaver is back, (yeah I said what I said). So what if I look like a belligerent, angsty teen in an almost 50-year-old skin suit instead of a western movie star? So what if I can’t figure out the sprinkler system or how to reverse with a trailer? So. What. Thanks, ball sack, for being such a gentle reminder to enjoy the sun on my shriveled self and be who I am. Selah.

P.S. No, I am not saving the ball sack to put in the goats baby book.