I had a big old bucket full of water in one hand and a pitchfork in the other (not to mention 4 fresh eggs stuffed in my jacket pockets) as I slowly meandered from the shed to the goat pasture this evening…
Now that daylight savings is over, it’s almost dark by the time I get home from work — so I had to be extra careful not to trip and spill all my water in the gloomy twilight.
As I stood there next to our steel watering trough, carefully pouring out the contents of my bucket, I could hear the grazers munching quietly on their hay. Our smallest goat (Sylphrena) was softly “humming” to herself as she ate her dinner. The chickens had already gone to roost in their coop. And Ryu was standing by my side, his floppy old ears cocked forward, keeping a close eye on me — to make sure I was doing my job right, I guess.
And the whole time, I couldn’t help but think about just how blessed I am.
Some folks will talk about how chores just tie you down, drain your time, and restrict your freedom — but I have to respectfully disagree…
The way I see it, they give me a reason to spend time in some of the most breathtakingly beautiful country I’ve ever laid eyes on, taking care of critters that I genuinely love, every single morning and night.
And although I guess I have to admit that chores do tie you down a bit, let’s face it — I LOVE being tied down to this little One Acre Lott!