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Happy New Year!



2017 ended beautifully!  I collected a dozen eggs the last week of December, and cooked them all in a matter of a few days.  My girls, Gimpy Gertie & Mama Myrtle, make some delicious eggs.  That makes my heart & my tummy happy.  I reflected over the past year, as most everyone did.  There were many bumps in the road.  Getting robbed was no fun.  Going through the big D was terrible.  Family circumstance has torn my heart into pieces.  On the flip side, I met a guy who is absolutely amazing.  And his little boy melts my heart into a big soupy puddle.  I sold my house and bought the cutest little home.  I have so enjoyed making it my own and will continue to do so throughout the year.




 A brand new life has been given to me and I am soaking up every bit of it.  I am now a Muck boot wearing gal who finds comfort in pulling on her overalls and Carhartt jacket to help out Andrew.  I love taking care of my gals, providing them with meal worm treats and fresh water everyday.  I love the simple joys of getting dirty and cleaning away the grime at the end of the day.  We have big plans for this year that I can't wait to share with you.  Our garden will hopefully be twice the size of last year's crop.  We can't wait to have meat chickens to harvest later on.  And eventually we are hoping to smoke & preserve our own meat.


Life is good!  I never imagined in a million years that I could be this happy again.  Andrew gave me my smile back.  I knew that it hadn't disappeared altogether.  Some things you just have to dig back out, shake off the dust, and try her on again.


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