I started this blog post a long time ago, when Skeet and Bandit and I arrived at the farm back in the beginning of July, and I had high hopes of settling into a routine that included regular updates. It has been a lot like heading downhill on a black diamond ski run as a beginner since then, to be quite honest.
How could I have thought it would be otherwise?
At this point in the story telling, with the long, hot drive from California to Kentucky just a faded memory, 4 months and two seasons under our belts, cows up on the pastures eating hay and winter knocking at the door, I don’t think it’s possible to catch up on the details. I’m not sure I can even write a decent synopsis of the events that have packed my days since arriving here on the 3rd of July. No, I just need to get started back to posting, which will be a huge achievement in itself.
I’ll try to explain as I go. It’ll be skippy for awhile, I’m sure, but eventually this narrative should smooth out, the missing pieces will get filled in, and it’ll start sounding more like the story of a woman starting up a small farm, instead of just dreaming about doing it.
Bear with me, please. The adventure has just begun…