Mary Had A Little Goat

Or in this case, Brookie had a little goat :) Popping in at my sister's farm means we always drive away with a little piece of country life coursing through our veins and... a little bit of hay in our hair.

795. for Pudding , the goat

796. the way she treats her goat like a little dog, tricks and all

797. homemade farm equipment

798. small, prickly muzzles pushed through bars, searching for attention
799. how she warms the clutch

800. beautiful, smoothly shaped eggs--miracles!

801. learning where our breakfast comes from

802. examining--first science

803. wanting baby chicks instead of breakfast :) 804. kittens in abundance, always kittens

805. loving little balls of fluff we don't have to take home... but REALLY want to

806. picking a favourite

807. recess fun for girls

809. a niece who inspires my children to be brave and innovative

810. for gratitude that blankets me after a difficult week

811. the light of Jesus after the storm

812. for all of you who saw me through it

Small Ones Loving Smaller Ones

If there's one thing that can make us all melt into mushy puddles of love, it's kittens. My sister has a hobby farm and we just can't take the sweetness of the kittens. It's fun to visit the other animals but there seems to be a draw to these tiny balls of fur that scamper all over the yard before they look big enough to walk. I want to photograph all of them! I found this little white one in the top of the barn sitting in the warmth of the sun that was shining through the upper window. I just wanted to squeeze it. This is how we ended up with Clementine, who is our little dolly at home. Two of us are even mildly allergic to her but we suffer through it. My sister laughs at us when we spend money on her or coddle her--one of so many litters of barn cats. My children are simply showering affection on one of God's creatures and growing in responsibility and compassion at the same time.