On a farm there isn't the option to sleep in. Sure you may sleep an hour later than normal- but that means you're up at 6 a.m. instead of 5 a.m.
I took a walk after the animals were fed to pick some wildflowers while it was still cool outside.
The breeze past my ears reminded me of summers in the mountains of New Mexico- strong, fresh, and sweet.
The birds chirping and calling out their songs was all I could hear.
The mulberries are ripening and soon our fridge and freezer will be full of them for smoothies, pies, and jellies.
Hope your Saturday is full of sweetness and wonder.
Love from the farm,