It was a sweet afternoon. I was very happy to get home and very tired. I woke up at 3 a.m., and I was worried about seeing the doctor about my foot. It turned out all right. I’m going to get my brace repaired next week.

I’ve just been through so much with my foot, and I just want it to be all better. Wishful thinking.

I don’t need it to be all better, just better. That is happening. I had a good long cuddle with Zip and did one of my favorite things on the farm—brushing donkeys and their buts (they love to have their buts rubbed).

Every afternoon, if I can, I sit in the blue chair, wait for a cat to pop up, and walk gently up and into my army. I scratch him and listen to the purring and the birdsong.  It’s beautiful for me.

You are invited to come along and sit with me while I sit in the blue chair and think about my life.

Zip stayed for a half hour today; he’s focused on the front lawn, home of the moles.

Fanny is my girl; Lulu is Maria’s girl. I love brushing them and do it as often as I remember. Very often in the summer, they love to roll in mud and dirt.

Zip is working to charm the sheep. It’s working out for him.

Donkeys in the sun.

St. Joseph and his skies.