Talk About Procrastinating
So this post is almost exactly two years over due. Geez. Sorry. Talk about procrastinating. The thing is, this sad thing happened on the farm and I didn't want to write about it because, well.... then you would be sad too. But farms are all about life and death, every week an animal is born and an animal dies. It's just life. I found my farm notes the other day, too. My farm notes were these quick notes I would jot down at night before I dropped into bed, so that later, when I sat down to write this blog I could remember all the crazy stuff that happened that week. Then, upon logging in to this blog for the first time in two years I found a draft of my last entry (the one that made me sad that I decided to not post). Below you'll find my half completed entry and my farm notes, exactly as I left them (because honestly I can't remember what they mean and they're pretty interesting on their own. It's like reading someone else's diary.). Will and Kent we...