The Dream …

I had a horrible dream last night.  I’m sitting here in math class and it came to me so I decided to write it down.  I dreamt that Wally and I moved to a house in the city.  It was a nice house, but there was no land, just a little postcard of a lawn.  As soon as I realized we were in the house and there was no room for the goats, rabbits, ducks or even the dogs, especially Rose, I panicked and then immediately was depressed.

Farming is in my soul.  I need to figure out a way to keep doing it in a meaningful way.  I need to find something meaningful.

Until later …