Right about now, you're probably think I'm off my rocker
I fell through the ice while trudging across the pond to check on the garlic patch and the cold has taken a hold of me.
Why is she showing us a photo of a coat?
Oh, it's not just any coat, it's my farm coat!
I love this coat, even if it's not my colour. The colour specialist of the farm house made that abundantly clear long, long ago. But it was a bargain and it's super warm. Right now, I wear it on occasion, hauling wood to the house, hiking through the woods, that sort of thing.
But some snowy day, some mighty fine farm animals will see that bright green blob moving in the distance and they'll watch intently as it grows larger and gets nearer and then they'll let out a squawk, squeal, neigh or moo with delight 'cause they'll know their momma is coming to feed them.
I have a confession to make. I have a condition. It's serious.
It's called Barnheart.
Have you heard of it?
You might have, but to be sure, you should go to Cold Antler Farm.
Just to be sure.
My name is Andrea.
I have Barnheart.
Be well friends and please tell me, do you have Barnheart?