Gentle readers, I got a farm! Well, I got to rent a farm! It is small and sweet just up the hill from town. With a huge barn and a small cabin. No running water in the cabin yet, but there is in the barn, so at least the place has the right priorities. "This is God's own country," says the old man who has driven 2 hours to deliver my wood stove.
I have a calf. She is tiny. Her mom was tiny. She was born with her head bent around backwards but ended up okay anyway, so it seemed a shame to put her on the beef truck. One day next week I will put her on a blanket in the back of my Ford Focus and take her home.
I try to imagine cows in the barn. Hay stacks in the fields. Me in the house doing a crossword puzzle after chores. I almost can.
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