Well, it’s been 3,200 miles, but we’re finally home again. And we have lots of stories, but it’s bedtime, so here’s just a little something to spark you interest.
We had the privilege of staying at a Catholic Worker farm the other night, and when we got up in the morning, I told Lucy to look out the window at the chickens. She said,
“Look at that bird singing (=crowing)! That’s the one we’re going to milk!”
You’ll be happy to know we straightened a few details out for over the course of the morning.
More to come.