The Weekly Bleat

With cooler mornings, we often find our sheep waiting for us by the paddock gate.  Apparently, they possess some kind of built-in sensor that indicates if the thermometer dips below 40 degrees F., because they seem to have an uncanny way of knowing it’s grain treat weather.  We can usually look out of the kitchen window as day breaks and […]

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Sunday Snapshot: until I woke up

Originally posted on Riddle from the Middle:
“When sleeping women wake, mountains move.” – Chinese proverb Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado Looking across these mountains left me awe-struck.  They are enormous.  Majestic.  Immovable.  Enduring. I’ve experienced similar times in my life, situations that seemed enormous and immovable.  Seasons submerged in a waiting for something to shift.  It was easy to let days, weeks, months slide by, buried…

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