Sorry. This Sustainable Sunday is Missing.
As is my internet. As is my serenity. I saw something on a Ted Talk once about serenity. Being a comfort. Real Life is not an Instagram Post. Definitely worth a laugh. But not serene.
I love ya.
And I miss ya!
And I will be back with TKG Take Ten tomorrow.
Celi
PS Don’t you wish I was one of those writers who had a content calendar and wrote all my posts AHEAD OF TIME! So everything was slick and predictable. Nope - not me. And stayed on brand. Nope - still not me. One of those writers with fast reliable internet. Nope - not me either. One of those writers with a clear message. Nope - and again - not me. I am a daily writer. I like to talk with you in real time not write at you from weeks ago. My little sustainable organic farm informs my writing. On a daily basis. I am a writer with a houdini hog who broke down two doors in the barn (by leaning on them - old, old barn remember) this morning and let the cows out, again. Then he smiled at me! 400 pound hogs are terrifying when they smile at a 135 pound farmer person.
I am the writer with a peacock who does the most amazing show in front of the messy garage. And does not care to care about his display. Every day.
Yup - thats me. Your writer. And remember this is a two way street. I am writing with you. So, talk to me. I love reading your comments! Please. Comment. Or even message me with flowers and wine. No. Forget the flowers. Just. Send. Wine. 😂
Too far?
Ok. I’ll get my coat.
Hugs
I have a daughter and grands in town, although I have not seen them yet. They chose to take this first full day and make the rounds of family that is too busy during the week for visits. Their flight was delayed so many times yesterday that no one was sure they were even going to get here, and they were only coming from Colorado. The plane itself began the day in Florida, then was really late into Kentucky and you know the story after that. I kept my eye on the flight tracking app and once I saw their plane over the SE corner of Idaho I felt okay that they would make it- very, very late into the night however. None of that was serenity inducing either.
This really isn't funny but given the pig/cow issues I now have a vision stuck in my head of John (given his walking issues) on the new mower powering, or puttering perhaps, over the fields and down the roads searching for Bobby's when you are gone while Mr. Flowers makes his own grand gestures and displays for the chickens and the better behaved pigs in the group. His display this year is amazing. Please tell him that Deb thinks he is the most gorgeous peacock ever.