|The whole squirming mass!|
|With Mama Kylie|
|Looks just like his father|
|My personal pup: Brinjal|
In spite of the lack of sleep I needed to break some ground. If I don't start planting a few things now I'll be behind the eight ball when April hits. So in the afternoon, after getting my brain back together that's what I did.
As I dug in and shook out grass clumps I was filled with a sense that this is what I should be doing. I love this life so much. Working the soil on this piece of land feels like what I was born for and no matter how my back feels the following day, this is what I want to do. The tricky part is finding the jumping off place. At what point do we even dare to consider being full time on the farm?