Time is Ticking Too Fast

I really need one more week before the pumpkin patch starts.  We’re making progress!  Really, we are, but I think one more week and I’d be really ready.  We have lights inside and out.

I have my scales and lots of pumpkins.  We’ve even picked a few that grew outside of the pumpkin patch.

I have my curtains done and hung.  I think I made all five sets for the cost of buying one.  I think I can live with them.

Good thing we’re going with a rustic look though.  For the life of me (and my mom and niece), I can’t get the mirror to hang straight.  I have no idea how old the shelves are, but the set below has square nails.

I’ve started filling up my shelves.  I really like the way the old shelves look with my new soy candles.  Just looks like I should have made a lot more.  I do still have my chunk candles to add to the shelves though.

I also have soaps to fill up the rest of the space.  Imagine decorated Indian corn and dream catchers on the walls.  I still have a lot to do to be ready.

Time is up though.  We open Saturday morning.

Sharing with Alphabe-Thursday for the letter T.  T is for Time and not enough of it.

One Cute Cookie

Cookie Blackboer

Love Shack in Use

Even though it’s not completely done, I’m glad the Love Shack is at a point where I can use it because I have Pistol in there on stall rest.

Pistol Osboer

I hate how mean the goats get with each other when they are in heat.  Poor Pistol was completely unsuspecting when she got hit.  When I turned around, she was on her side trying to get up.  I calmed her down and let her get up.  She stood there, obviously shaken, and then she took a couple of steps, so I thought she was going to be okay.

The next night though, it became obvious that she was in pain and struggling to work her back end.

She’s on stall rest and getting pain/anti-inflammatory meds.  The vet did tell me that at this point, it was not a matter of getting better, but not getting worse.  The getting better will be a long process if it happens at all.

Seeing her peek over the door tonight gives me hope.  It also scares the daylights out of me that she’s going to aggravate the injury.  I’m also really upset because I was anticipating an adorable, funny and sassy little Pistol/Sam kid to keep as my next milking doe.  That’s not going to happen now.  Hopefully, she’ll at least recover and be able to retire happily ever after.