Bleating Moments

...as the herd gathers for Musical Mornings with Ella.

Goats bleat to express their feelings; humans play music to express theirs. Moments like these are therapeutic for us all.  

Today we celebrate another special moment:  our annual June 18th Ella B Day (the official day Ella became a Broussard in the eyes of the courts).  So thankful God chose us to do life together.  She is definitely our most valued treasure!

A slice of pecan pie from one of her favorite Round Top Haunts:  Royer's Pie Haven

And, an ever-so-sweet cat nap made her day complete!

We're enjoying every bleating, fleeting moment with our little Miss Ella B:).

Spring Equinox 2020

Goodbye Winter Socks, Hello Spring!

And, just like that...she shed her old socks and tossed them in the fire.  This is what you do when you're quarantined for weeks, hoping Covid 19 fades with the brown of Winter and a healthy green takes its place.

Day by day, little by little (except for pollen--which is in abundance) spring begins its journey from the sleepy earth to the lively sun.  

In this time of darkness, let God's light give you hope. 

"I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life." 

—John 8:12

We earned our wings...

...chicken wings--that is.  Ella and I are officially country girls! 

Due to the graphic images in this post, viewer digression is advised;)

Today's field trip was at http://www.plumfabulousfoods.com in Plum, TX.  One of our homeschool moms lives with her family on this wonderful organic small working farm.  

Today three of us homeschool moms--along with kids of all ages--rolled up our sleeves and humanely prepared 47 chickens from farm to table/freezer.  

I'm a rookie at this (and like it that way); the other two moms are way more seasoned.  In my mind, I was there to observe, Ella was there to participate.  Well, that ended up not being the case.  I have to tell you...when we first arrived upon the bloody scene, every inch of my being wanted to vomit.  Those who know me well know that I'm not really a big meat eater, and I never touch raw meat without gloves.  

As I stood there and fought back the urge to make my getaway, I couldn't help but notice these awesome moms/kids taking care of business (with their bare hands😳🙈) and enjoying their time together.  

Ummm...not wanting to go home feeling completely inadequate, I convinced myself to do the right thing and get my hands entire body dirty, as well.  

So...I...did, and I survived.  AND, my family is having the freshest chicken dinner and salad (compliments of Plum Fabulous farm). AND, I will never look at chicken the same way ever again.  AND, I may never eat it again either. 

Let me be honest, I much preferred picking the lettuce from their beautiful garden over bird duty, but I've been invited back...and next time I won't be such a   

chicken!

I obviously couldn't document the entire process from start to finish because I HAD BLOOD AND CHICKEN PARTS ON MY HANDS😝😝😝.