A little of this, A little of that

I took a little break from my summer rebellion to enjoy the Fourth of July.

I camped in a tent, swam in the river, ate ridiculously too many hotdogs and all around enjoyed the number one summer holiday!

It was hard to hate on summer, when I woke up to this each morning.

Now I am back to my usual self, staying in the a/c as much as possible, baking zucchini bread, and drinking apple cider trying to think Autumnal thoughts.

Mostly its the long hours that are wearing on me again. I just like routine and regular bedtimes and that has NOT been happening.

Instead, work has looked like this lately.

So I remind myself that I am blessed to be living this wonderful, exhausting farm life. The work is long and hard, but the view is pretty awesome.

When I am home, I am playing catch up on piles, upon piles of laundry and doing a little baking.

The garden I planted this spring is not going to produce much this year. Turns out the cattle manure we mixed in the soil was too fresh and essentially we over fertilized the garden.

So far, the zucchini and the pumpkins are the only things that look like they're going to make it. Maybe a rogue squash or two.

Lucky for me I've been turning this...

Into this...

Zuchinni bread currently has my heart. Delicious.

In other news, I am working on a post that recaps the past year of Lucky.

Because here is the crazy part, it has only been just over a year since we went from this to this. And that is pretty incredible.

Hang in there with me, I will be working on that post in-between life's other little matters!

I will get it posted as soon as I can! I hope you are all having a wonderful summer!

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