this is a fiddlehead for those that were curious.
when we weren't playing with the kitties the weekend filled herself with fence work. with potato planting. with shooting-star-gazing on the hammock. with the season's first thunderstorm. with moving cows. moving pigs. the discovery of a new forest run. a very informal open-barn where all of the neighbors on our little mountain road came to meet us. late night butter makings. more yogurt play. with the wonder of how the days could be so long and yet feel so inadequately short. but in between it all we kept sneaking back into the house for a kitten cuddle.
this week will take me to new york for a blistering 48 hours. and nick to boston. we're staggering our trips so that he leaves after morning milking on the day that i come back for evening milking. so if you don't hear much from us, that is what will be. 2 bewildered mountain monkeys coming down to the big cities, trying not to look too out of place.