Robin is off on her rounds in New York City today, she started off on a rainy day cab ride. I love the peaceful sleep of a very young child. She is eight moths old now and will be visiting the farm in two weeks. People have asked me what I have planned for her, and the answer is nothing.

I want Emma to rest and to let us help her rest, and I plan to show Robin to the donkeys and chickens and dogs and barn cats. I hope it will be restful for the two of them. I want them to see our lives, we don’t need special trips and diversions – the farm is it, and the farm has its own magic.

I would like to march her down Main Street in her stroller, a lot of people want to meet her, and I’m good with that. I predict that she and the donkeys will bond, also her and Fate, the pirate dog.