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Fun Times

Wow.  It's been FOREVER since I've blogged.  So much has been going on...I don't even know where to begin... 

It's been a peaceful day so far.  I'm just sittin' on the swing, sippin' a cup of coffee, soaking in the warm sunshine.  Life is good.  Not always easy...but good.

Spring is in full bloom in these parts and I couldn't be more thrilled.  The trees are budding, the grass is changing into rolling hills of green and the flowers are bursting with brilliant hues.  



I've thrown open the windows and welcomed the fresh air (even though my fresh air smells like goat). =)

Our Easter decorating is almost finished and the kids and I have been working like crazy out in the garden. 

AND of course, Spring means babies.  Our newest little addition, Maggie.  Baby goats are absolutely the most adorable thing!!!  


 ~Audrey and Maggie~

Here are a few other creatures scurrying about this crazy place we call home


 ~The evil chicken, Ariel~


 ~Bella and Emma our babies from last Spring~


 ~Mama~
I know, I know she needs a name.  She is the sweetest thing... but let me tell you it's not wise to get between her and her sweet potato fries.

 ~Last but not least, Mr. Boss Hogg~ 
It's not easy taking a picture of a pig!  For one, the moment you bend down to get a good shot he runs to tackle you to the ground.  Plus he's still mad at me for cooking a pork roast last night and honestly, he just isn't very photogenic.

I love this time of year!  It brings so much hope.  Maybe your days have been grey, your heart troubled?  Be encouraged by the new life springing up all around you...every moment truly is a gift. 

Until then... 
Jessie
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