Happy Thanksgiving.

Some joys on the farm never grow old.

I wish I was cleaning the chicken coop.

That’s what I planned to do today.  But I’m not going to get to it.  Because it’s raining.  And it’s only 49 degrees outside.  And when the kids left for school they were shivering and their pants were 4 inches above their ankles.  Which can mean only one thing.