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optimism and small changes

Things have been a little bit stressful on a personal note, inside my head, for the last few weeks. 
Today after a busy morning outside, we re-arranged our bedroom during a thunderstorm and I already feel better. I don't write often about the tribulations of our blessings, it would be an outright lie to say that it is always easy to live with my parents. No matter what we do it never truly feels like ours. We got a new corner chair from Jonathan's mom and it fits perfectly under the tree mural I painted, and is so very comfortable. I think that this change to our room will help me feel more like I belong, or something. 

The grass is always greener...

outside things are looking good. Nearly everything in the garden is sprouting. We only have peppers and corn left to plant. The rabbits are growing. We fixed the rabbit tractor so it is completely escape proof. We also got another cage from Jonathan's cousin Pam (thanks again!) that we made into a tractor, which now houses the next litter we just weaned. 

left to right: poultry coop in the distance, potato barrels, garden, straw sterilization area, greenhouse

potatoes are sprouting and growing fast

We made little name signs for the breeding rabbits.

who

all the babies hid from the camera



multiple rabbit tractors now in the yard

the only two survivors of the great escape

newest babies moved onto grass

Until next time,
Angela Kelly

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