01/04/2026
Every morning starts the same way⊠boots on, a quiet walk up to the barn, and a full cast of characters already waiting on me.
The guineas are squawking like theyâre announcing my arrival to the entire county⊠the ducks are chatting⊠chickens clucking⊠cats weaving around my legs⊠goats lined up like Iâm late to their morning meeting⊠and Miss Dee, of course, fully expecting her daily massage before I do anything else.
Everyoneâs got their expectations⊠food, treats, attention⊠and apparently I am the entire morning staff. đ
And me? Iâm on a mission to gather breakfast.
Itâs become one of my favorite rhythms⊠walking up to collect my breakfast for the day instead of pulling it from a shelf.
But it hasnât been without its lessons.
Last fall, we had a weasel pay us a visit and it wiped out eight of our chickens just like that. Farm life has a way of humbling you real quick. So now weâre down to one big hen and one little bantam⊠which means breakfast each morning is a bit of a surprise.
Some days itâs one medium and one tiny egg⊠some days itâs a âwell, weâre stretching this todayâ kind of morning.
And then⊠today.
I reached into the nesting box and just smiledâŠ
Two large eggs and one small.
The motherlode.
Itâs funny how something so simple can feel like such a win⊠but thatâs the beauty of this life. You start to notice, appreciate, and celebrate the little things in a whole new way.
I just love life on our little mini farm⊠chaos, critters, surprises and all.
Do you have a simple daily rhythm that grounds you like that?