We were meant to visit over the weekend. Big skies, old barns, and the rare goat with inquiries made time slow on my aunt’s farm. I expected the kids to run, collect eggs, and possibly love a chicken.
This surprised me.
We were meant to visit over the weekend. Big skies, old barns, and the rare goat with inquiries made time slow on my aunt’s farm. I expected the kids to run, collect eggs, and possibly love a chicken.
This surprised me.