Shadows, Witch of Shadowood

A female gosling with yellow down and dark tan feet and bill sitting in a hand looking directly at the camera

A male gosling with yellow down and dark tan feet and bill standing in a hand looking of to the side of the camera

One of these days I’ll have the time/mental capacity to be better at my farm’s social media. There’s SO MUCH going on.

But as a sneak peek: today several new things arrived and when I picked up these two goslings I teared up with joy.

Tinyflame was also very excited for the “baby chickies” 😅

a person wearing a dinosaur mask giving the middle finger ALT: a person wearing a dinosaur mask giving the middle finger

So yes, she got a tiny piece of chocolate and was told next time just ask, that she doesn’t have to have medicine first every time. 😅

I already know she’ll ask for medicine whenever we say no though…🤷🏽‍♀️ oh well that’s future me’s problem.

a man and a woman are running in a kitchen with a picture frame on the door Alt: Chandler coming out from behind a door pointing and saying “I knew it!”

Last night kiddo said her eye hurt and she wanted drops.

Me remembering the HELL of giving her eye drops when she had pink eye even with the promise of candy after: I think I know where this is going.

So Jason gets them and she suffers through it.

Her as soon as it was done: I want candy!

Me:

Omg congratulations to you both!!!

I still live. Mental health is still mostly bad. Farm wins and losses, toddler tantrums, work uncertainty, etc.

But there’s still good things around that I can share to brighten someone’s day.

Farm life (much like mom life) doesn’t pause for illness, weather, or grief. It’s strange having to keep track of spring hatching in the back of my mind while sobbing at the unfairness of sudden loss.

Bright spots show up no matter what I suppose…I’m hopeful for my little chicken.

Found out yesterday my friend and January birthday rival (he never acknowledged mine till after his cause there was no way I could be older than him) passed away. He was only 41… I don’t fucking get it…

This year needs to fucking stop cause I am honestly at my limit.

Ahhhh. Sounds like they may need to be a set she inherits when she’s old enough 🤔

…how terrible 😂

I may need to commission a set of these for a certain tiny person who loves purple and sparkly things who is ready to start learning numbers… just sayin…

I’m the same way so Jason watches it and gives me the cliff notes. 😂

…. I’m almost afraid to ask.

I should probably plant more shit huh?

a drawing of a girl with white hair and red earrings is crying Alt: a drawing of a girl with white hair and red earrings is crying

Mentally I’m not doing great. Literally losing sleep because anxiety brain won’t shut up. Chaos Year™️ continues and isn’t letting up. I’m so far behind on everything…

But, last night Tinyflame asked me to sing along to the ending theme song for Frieren while in my arms.

Yeah, I teared up.

A screenshot of current weather conditions showing five degrees Fahrenheit with a feels like of negative twelve degrees Fahrenheit

*weeps in farmer with livestock who NEED water*

The amount of side-eye I’ve been giving…And I know practically nothing.

A blue latex gloved hand holds two dirty duck eggs

Been sick. Still feel gross. Farm chores don’t care about fevers or sneezing fits so still gotta take care of animals.

But the ducks I was on my way to pick up the day I got t-boned have finally started paying rent so I’ve got that going for me.

(Yes they’re dirty, ducks are messy.)

This is beautiful. I’m sure he would have loved it. 🫂

Big same. I scrolled a bit then went to stare at a cart of hatching eggs with my heart going “do it” and my brain saying “bitch you have a car payment again…”.

Dried flowers and greenery sit mocked up on sheets of blotting paper.

Lost the chrysanthemum to some mold starting - noted to change the paper more often. Managed to get these though. Gonna throw them back in for a few more days just to make sure all the moisture is gone.

Thinking a picture in the center of Nan in a glass front and back frame.

A photo collage of Odin at various ages.

I wanted to write something eloquent but… I’m so tired from crying.

I know Orion was waiting for you on the other side of the rainbow bridge so he could show you all the good spots to sniff.

You were my hugs and kisses puppy. I will always love you Odin All-Father.

As he looked in the craft store for blotting/water color paper for me on his lunch break I asked Jason if he is ready for flower pressing to become my entire personality for the next six months.

He sighed heavily and said “…I guess we’ll have to get you something to put them in.”

^ true love.

Honestly no other choice imo.

Photo of a pressed red rose, a stalk with white flowers, and two pieces of greenery

Photo of two pressed white roses

Photo of a flower press next to a paper with a pressed chrysanthemum and two pieces of greenery

24 hour update - had to change out the paper on the roses so got to see how things flattened out. Waiting on my second press to come in so the white chrysanthemum is currently between two books with some weights on it.

Picture of an orange tabby and a calico kitten eating on either side of the same bowl of food

Picture of a calico and an orange tabby kitten sleeping near each other on a couch.

I’m still so glad Callie Co-Co decided to come inside. It’s taken a bit but everyday Callie and Benimaru are turning back into litter mates. Not pictured is them tearing around the house chasing and playing with each other day and night.

…yes they’ve woken me up wrestling on my legs. 😅

An overhead view of a flower press next to some flowers on blotting paper.

A while ago I considered adding flower pressing to my hyper fixation rotation but didn’t act on it.

After the funeral for Jason’s Nan we had several flowers to take home and he agreed with trying to preserve them so I ordered a press.

I hope they turn out okay…

Today is rainbow bridge day for two of our dogs. None of our pet dogs are under 10 years old so even though it feels like a lot at once and it fucking sucks… unfortunately it’s not unexpected.

Tomorrow is Nan’s funeral.

It’s been a long week and it’s going to keep being a long week…

But Saturday was when we scheduled to send Odin over the rainbow bridge, so now I have to find another day to say goodbye to him.

We also have to find a day to say goodbye to Spot, one of Jason’s dogs. His heart is giving out fast and he’s suffering.

I’m just. I’m already done y’all.

TW: death & pet loss.
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Ya know. It’s been a shit year.

We lost Jason’s grandmother yesterday. She couldn’t recover from the wreck she had while on the way to see our kid at his mom’s house on Dec 29th.

The funeral is Saturday morning. Thankfully TF can go to daycare that day.

So happy for you!!

I don't want my fridge to have a camera or Wi-Fi. I don't want my dishwasher to be smart. I don't want my washing machine to text me.

In fact, I kinda miss knobs and dials and knowing big appliances would last 20 years and could still be repaired.

Introducing Tinyflame to Mister Roger’s Neighborhood and just realized the king in the Land of Make Believe is King Friday the 13th 🤣🤣🤣🤣