Some baby goats
A blustery, snowy day.
Karin told me: This is supposed to be spring. And I said: This is how springtime always has been – cold.
You can tell it’s springtime because of the baby animals. On Saturday, Karin & I went to the Farmer’s Market to greet this quartet of baby goats.
(I’m pretty sure Jasper weighs at least as much as one of these goats.)
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My cousin Vickie came over for supper, and she met Jasper and Ziva. Jasper went right up to her and chirped. Ziva hid under the bed, but she came out after a while.
Vickie told us about her podcast, The Trafficking Dispatch. (Just to be clear, Vickie opposes human trafficking.) Then we took her to her parents’ house, and we watched the NHL playoffs with her mother, my Aunt Lorena.
Karin told me: This is supposed to be spring. And I said: This is how springtime always has been – cold.
You can tell it’s springtime because of the baby animals. On Saturday, Karin & I went to the Farmer’s Market to greet this quartet of baby goats.
(I’m pretty sure Jasper weighs at least as much as one of these goats.)
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
My cousin Vickie came over for supper, and she met Jasper and Ziva. Jasper went right up to her and chirped. Ziva hid under the bed, but she came out after a while.
Vickie told us about her podcast, The Trafficking Dispatch. (Just to be clear, Vickie opposes human trafficking.) Then we took her to her parents’ house, and we watched the NHL playoffs with her mother, my Aunt Lorena.