This morning as I sit in my living room sipping my homemade pumpkin spice latte (yes even here I enjoy a little taste of fall!), the sounds just outside my gate door are filling my morning with smiles and a grateful heart.
The sounds of the goats and sheep as the rummage for food, bleating, baa-ing and crying for their babies to come and join them. Sometimes I have to get up and check and make sure it isn't a human kid that's crying or yelling. They meander around under our shade trees...
Monday, September 16, 2013
Friday, September 6, 2013
In public
When we first moved into our neighborhood there was a young lady, "Julie" who always seemed to be in the middle of everyone else. She was the leader, the boss, the bully. Anytime the kids got to out of control, she was the one who put them in their place. And she was constantly seeking my attention, trying to talk to me, teaching me and hanging with me.
Over the last three years she's grown up into that phase where it's uncool to talk to adults, even toubaakoos (white people). So when...
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