04/01/2026
Every morning starts the same way⦠boots on, a quiet walk up to the barn, and a full cast of characters already waiting on me.
The guineas are squawking like theyāre announcing my arrival to the entire county⦠the ducks are chatting⦠chickens clucking⦠cats weaving around my legs⦠goats lined up like Iām late to their morning meeting⦠and Miss Dee, of course, fully expecting her daily massage before I do anything else.
Everyoneās got their expectations⦠food, treats, attention⦠and apparently I am the entire morning staff. š
And me? Iām on a mission to gather breakfast.
Itās become one of my favorite rhythms⦠walking up to collect my breakfast for the day instead of pulling it from a shelf.
But it hasnāt been without its lessons.
Last fall, we had a weasel pay us a visit and it wiped out eight of our chickens just like that. Farm life has a way of humbling you real quick. So now weāre down to one big hen and one little bantam⦠which means breakfast each morning is a bit of a surprise.
Some days itās one medium and one tiny egg⦠some days itās a āwell, weāre stretching this todayā kind of morning.
And then⦠today.
I reached into the nesting box and just smiledā¦
Two large eggs and one small.
The motherlode.
Itās funny how something so simple can feel like such a win⦠but thatās the beauty of this life. You start to notice, appreciate, and celebrate the little things in a whole new way.
I just love life on our little mini farm⦠chaos, critters, surprises and all.
Do you have a simple daily rhythm that grounds you like that?