There comes a time when a farmer must go out into the world in order to feed the mob, and such a time has come here at Lucas Farm, though I cannot promise anyone how long I will stick it out.
For now, I've taken a job part-time doing newborn photography at the local hospital.
For as long as I can stand the early mornings, I will do it in order to make sure this crew has hay for the winter. . .
Cowboy up, they say.
Be thou diligent to know the state of thy flocks, and look well to thy herds. For riches are not for ever: and doth the crown endure to every generation? The hay appeareth, and the tender grass sheweth itself, and herbs of the mountains are gathered. The lambs are for thy clothing, and the goats are the price of the field. And thou shalt have goats' milk enough for thy food, for the food of thy household, and for the maintenance for thy maidens
- Proverbs 27:23-27