We've just finished lunch and are headed to the feed store to pick up feed and bedding supplies for the rest of the week.
It knocks me over to be here. To be in a place I so closely consider as home. It felt as though we had barely missed a moment this morning. As though we'd just been away for a long weekend. Of course we have changed. This farm has changed. The animals have, for the most part, changed.
I can't wait to be back in Vermont to see the animals and the farm and the land that I now know as home, but I am lapping up every hour I have re-visiting our old home here.