Jenny Appleseed

I've been left in charge of the farm for the weekend.

It's kind of hard to explain what an act of faith this is. Not because anyone thinks I'm incompetent or untrustworthy. Not because I can't follow directions and don't know when to call for help if I need it. Not because there just isn't anyone else.

But, because it's not something I think has ever been done in the seven years they've lived here. Because, eventually, when you deal with all the little unforeseen day to day blips of life on a farm, I think that it becomes impossible to believe that anyone else could do the job.

With the personalities involved, that's a fair assumption, really. Like myself and Cabot the rescue cat, Stef's animals are a *cacophony* of twitches and quirks. Which, really, is one of the reasons I'm a part of their lives as well, with my own little world-de-rollercoaster.

I'm looking forward to the challenge. And I'm looking forward to a little housecleaning so I can return, in part, some of the things they've done for me (including refusing to accept payment for my weekly laundrey day).

Wish me luck. And send a little prayer that no wild animals eat all the ducks, the ducklings, the sheep, the donkeys, the horse, the rams, the cows, the 5 dogs or the million and one cats.

there's a house on a hill
by a worn down weathered old mill
in a valley below where the river winds
there's no such thing as bad times
and a soft southern flame, oh Cotton Jenny's her name

Comments

[Vanessa]

Jebus. Too many animals. Run!