A year ago, my house looked like this:
I was still living in the slanted little house and our new farmhouse was just a twinkle in my eye.
One year later, the new farmhouse is busy with a garden, bread coming out of the oven, and jam in the pantry.
And goats and a giant puppy and chickens! It’s been a great, scary, wonderful year, full of good things, a few bad things, surprises, disappointments, love.
One year ago, this girl looked like this:
And this weekend, she got a new haircut and looks like this:
I started this little retrospective into my photo files looking for a picture of the foddershock at the old farmhouse from last year. I wanted to make a foddershock and had planned to get corn stalks from Georgia, but my cousin plowed the garden under. Georgia had forgotten to save corn stalks first and I hadn’t asked her soon enough. (Sob!)
And so I have to content myself with photos of last year’s foddershock and all the other good memories the past year has left to me.
I wonder what the next year will bring? I see eggs in the hen house. New baby chicks. New baby goats. Baby ducks! Maybe a pig! (I want a pig!! A mama pig and piglets!) And maybe—
Maybe a whole lot of things I don’t know about yet. And that’s the best part.