09/28/2026
Well… apparently God decided I needed a little forced Sabbath. 😬😵
Thursday evening, as I was heading into our apothecary/beekeeping cottage building to dehydrate our new line of dog biscuits no less, I turned my back on our 300-lb ram, Hammish. Clearly my fault. 🙄 He then proceeded to charge at me, hitting me, hard! I slid on the wet deck, and got knocked flat on my butt and back. So, a little more than a good old-fashioned farmyard fall... there's a fracture in my L2 vertebra, plus quite a few pulled muscles, and a terrible amount of pain. So, yes… I am officially on the REST AND RECOVER program, whether my Type-A self likes it or not. 😑
I’ll be honest: patience is not exactly my spiritual gift. There are things to do, orders to fill, dough to prep, a farmstand to keep moving, and approximately 37 things in my brain likes to concoct on a weekly basis. But this week, I’m going to let my precious people step up. 🥹 We will be making plans, shifting some things around, and that will require me loosening the reigns on the things I normally insist on doing myself. And while I may occasionally have to be reminded by our daughters that “you're literally injured!" and that that's a perfectly reasonable excuse to go lay down… I’m going to have to chill.
So, for now, I’ll be healing, resting and learning to stay put. (Y'all, pray for my family! 😂🤣) Thank you to everyone who has checked on me, prayed for me, and offered to help. We are so very blessed to have people who love us enough offer to show up, make meals, etc. ❤️ Y'all rock.
Now somebody please hide my to-do list. 🙃😂 P.S. Thank God for heating pads! P.S.S. No rams were harmed as a result of the contents of this post, but he's dang lucky. (Hammish pictured below) This was me➡️....🏃🏻♀️💢🐑
