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Whatever.

I went and got a load of vegetables from the Palos Verdes Farmer’s Market this morning. If anyone was curious about the mysterious shade of greenish-purple my forehead is thanks to the minivan, they made no comment. 906 more words

Black eyes and goose eggs

Living on a farm can be dangerous sometimes.

In the past week alone I have bashed my head on a low hanging door frame of a chicken coop, and smashed my face into the bars of a goat pen. 217 more words

Doterra

Today was a first (of many).

It’s been a while since my last post. I need to make a commitment and make this more of a priority. This is a nice release for me, even if no one reads it. 265 more words

Motherhood