Obsession

I might have an obsessive personality.  Honestly.  My Duolingo streak is stupid.  That’s ten years!

It’s not just French.  I tend to be that way with the animals too.  I used to say I had about fifty goats.  Trust me, fifty-five or so would have been more accurate.

Moose leading the herd in 2021.

That’s a lot of goats.

December 2024, when I was down to forty adults

And the geese–at one time I had twenty-three geese.

And then there’s blogging.  I started this blog when I was anticipating buying the farm and waiting for the paperwork to get done.

MJ, the first year I had the fields and pasture (2010)

And now I’ve paid it off and sold it again.

Eden Hills-the sign and the windmill

But I can’t seem to quit blogging and the thought of not having at least a handful of goats is a horrible thought.

It’s just what I do.  I’ve lived the last twenty-seven years following the natural cycles of the seasons, and I’ve been writing about it since 2010.  But I really don’t do very much interesting here now.  And I don’t know how to accept that my body will not keep up anymore.