I created this blog a few weeks ago, but getting started has proven to be as difficult as starting any new project. Each day I think about what to post and tell myself that no one would be interested in what I'm doing or thinking about today. So, like I tell my writing students, sometimes you just have to jump in and start writing, even if it isn't tremendously inspired.
My youngest daughter and I arrived home on Sunday night from a 10-day vacation. It's the first real vacation we've had since moving to the farm in 2002. Our last "real" vacation for the whole family was in December 2001 when we all went on a cruise to Cozumel and Grand Cayman. One thing about farming (that I had not considered) is that it is very difficult for everyone to go on a vacation together. Someone always has to be home to take care of the animals. It's a 365-day commitment. Since we have no goats in milk at the moment, that made it easier for two of us to leave at the same time. Although we could probably find someone to feed and water the animals twice a day, finding someone who can milk a goat is more difficult. At some point, I hope that we can find someone to farm sit so that the whole family can go on another vacation together.
One thing that has struck me upon my return home is that nothing has changed here -- but my attitude has. I can clearly see the importance of a "real" vacation. Things that would make me want to scream two weeks ago are met with nothing more severe than rolling eyes today. And that is a good thing.