Silly, dear, funny goats. I adore Tasha's mustache-mop-on-top hair do, and her quizzical, yet blank, stare.
Must look away!
Betty's looking into my soul, willing me to come back out with cracked corn and oats, to let them into the house, give them the good seats on the sofa, surrender the remote.
Not today, Betty. Not today. You ladies go on with your dust baths, and laying.
If you take the bitter with the sweet, you can make brownies.
It's a metaphor.
I was thinking of titling this post "Effusive, Eclectic, and Chocolate. I was thinking of disciplining myself to break it into several posts, rather than this hodge-podge of seemingly unrelated subjects. I was thinking of being apologetic for my haphazard randomness and other musings. But I changed my mind.
I hope you enjoyed an effusive and eclectic, unapologetic, sweet weekend, too.
Alicia, thank you!
The children have moved these brownies to the top of their list of favorites! We thought they were rich and yummy, very special. Then I brought the children over to the computer, so we could gaze with effusive joy at Amelia. We are so happy for you and Paul. Congratulations.