It's been a traumatic week, emotionally for the family and peaceful moments have been hard to come by. However, the chores of the farm are those moments. It's funny how simply mucking out a goat stall in the company of a cacophany of birdsong from the woods, the bleating of the goats, and the quiet clucking of the chickens can settle a person.
Maybe it's because you feel you finally have control of something, even if it's just a shovel full of manky bedding - or maybe it's the productive and peaceful time of milking the does, and seeing that pail fill up while they are happily munching on their feed. Or even, perhaps, it's the silly antics of a nine month old jenny who wants to be brushed but right *there* it tickles. It heals the soul and soothes the wounds of the day.
Never question where peace comes from - just accept it when it does.
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