The challenge this past weekend at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie for Saturday’s Mix was to write a pastoral–poetry or prose.  Despite a rather non-idyllic last few months on the farm, I found some inspiration this evening.  Although it might be frowned upon sharing only a haiku for the Tuesday Platform at Real Toads, that’s all I’ve had time for lately.  Please forgive me and enjoy Caroline.

a rare selfie with Sweet Caroline




a perfect moment
sweet baby girl snuggling
into tender heart



It Never Fails

Vinnie was used to squeezing through tight places.  She was young and lithe and it came in handy when the llama was cranky.  Now there was an ox to contend with.  She figured she was better to keep squeezing into the little manger to avoid everyone else.  It didn’t work out so well this time.

Vinnie Osboer

Vinnie Osboer

Sadly this is a true story.  It’s what I came home to.  Vinnie and I are grateful to my son and his saw.  My fifty-five words do not include the shaming on the photo.  Hey.  If I have to wait for a saw, I might as well take a picture for Facebook.

Sharing with G-Man for his Friday Flash 55.

Millie Ann Saanen

I was really excited to see the challenge at Real Toads today.  Peggy gave us the challenge of exploring the world through the perspective of an animal.  You might not know this, but I share my farm with the world famous musical blogging goat Millie Ann Saanen.  She’s quite the special lady.  At 9 1/2 years old, she’s very wise and has no problems maaing her wisdom to others.  She’s also one of the “characters” in my new novel, Aeviternus Adventures Book I: The Elements.  This challenge was right up my barnyard!  I just told Millie to take it from here.

Saanen goat novel character

“Stupid human trying to sell her novel, while I’m writing serious poetry here.  I better get extra corn for this.”

tap, tap, tap under the silvery moon

old barn boards as my drum

tap, tap, tap a soothing rhythm

as I play my goat horns

chewing cud and ruminating on

the perfect life this old goat has

tap, tap, tap through the night

a comfort for my herd to hear