On the surface blogging seems so surreal. Life is captured in pictures and words that exhibit mere blips in time. Much of the ugliness of life is left out of the equation. Those nasty details of dirty laundry, messy children, and crazy dogs don't always fit into the neat atmosphere created here on the web.
So, today I am here to let it be known that it isn't all about barns and sunsets on the farmette. Pretty flowers don't always rule and clothes aren't always clean. And, there is an enormous pile of barn boots in the mudroom, but I will spare you a picture of that hot mess.
Take this handsome fellow for example. Just a few days ago he ran into the house.....with fresh manure on his feet, legs, body, ears, etc.... I think you get the picture. He made a mad dash to the toilet and proceeded to drink heartily. I quickly had a spell and then hauled him outside.
Why can't he just drink out of the birdbath like she does?
I kid people, I kid.....I do provide them fresh drinking water. Why can't they use it?
Then we have the weed production. If it weren't for weeds, I am not sure the farmette could produce anything at all. I think they secretly scheme during the night to take over...the yard, the garden, etc...
And, lastly what would our dear farm life be without a Super Secret Agent Man in a pink scarf. Sometimes you just have to use what's available when your wife doesn't have the laundry finished.
This photo post doesn't even include all of the hunting paraphernalia spread amongst our home, nor the doggie chew chips hidden underneath the spare bedroom bedspread.
I could go on and on, but I am going to leave it at that.
But, perhaps there is something you would like to share........