Extreme weather makes me aware of just how much I reeeaaally like "farming".
The hen house isn't all that far away from the people house...
...But, when it was cold and the weather was precipitous, tromping through the morning frost to break up a gallon of ice wasn't at the top of my list.
...And now, with the high humidity and the mosquitoes thriving, I find myself grateful for city ordinances preventing me from bringing home a goat or sheep.
I still maintain that I would like to live on a farm. I'm just not so sure about the working there too.
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