I woke up this morning to the sound of rain pitter pattering on the tin roof. Bella was curled up in her recliner and our kitten Short Round (Shawty) was curled up next to me. After a few minutes of just being lost in the moment and listening to the chickens, goats, and pigs outside; I started a fire in the old pot belly stove and set the purcolator on top. By the time I got done feeding the outdoor critters the warm cabin and hot coffee were not just a welome comfort, they symbolized the fact that despite the occasional setbacks and things we’re still learning, things are slowly but surely coming together on The Tiny Farm.
From our homestead to yours, we hope you have a wonderful day!