Whose idea was it to run around in steel-toed muck boots!?!

So yes steel-toed mud boots are useful for working with cows, sheep, wheelbarrows, lumber, etc. but when Steve needs a tool right away from the tool room, or when Gloria needs the bucket from the cows to go to the chickens, or when a new calf is born in the far pasture, or when the little lamb, Dopey, gets out of the pen and you have to go chase her down, at these times heavy muck boots are not ideal to go dashing around. But the thick sticky mud all over is a matter that forces me to wear them constantly. My legs are so sore and heavy.
So this week started off with a good Monday Meeting, I got assigned evening animal chores for the next month or two, consisting of bringing them out of the pastures to the barn and feeding them, and milking the cows of chores. We the got busy working on our muscles and tans by hoeing 3 beds for vegetables to be transplanted in to, but then it rained…
We had a class of 25 kids came to stay for 3 days. We did activities with them, like milk the cows, herd the animals, split fire wood, feed animals, dig a ditch, and build compost piles. Somehow in-between all that, we still prepared potting soil for flats and sowed broccoli. I pulled my shoulder on Wednesday that really hurt! It was my right shoulder but Gloria gave me a cream called, Arnica Ointment, and it fixed me up pretty good!
We also sprayed micro-organisms on the soil to prepare it for the best production/transplanting success. We transplanted lettuce and choy, and sowed spinach and brassica greens (mustard, kale, and arugula) it got really windy while we were working out in the field and I got a little wind burned, so we were all rosy-cheeked and sore muscles.
Then Saturday after all our chores (milking 3 cows) we went to Willits to watch ‘Hunger Games’!!!! it felt weird going out to the city and to the theater. We are pretty isolated in Covelo and on the Farm, so this social interaction was a rare treat. (I loved the Hunger Games!!!! Must get the DVD!!!)
My travels to church was an adventure today… so, I hydroplaned and spun out into the mountain side. Miraculously I didn’t launch myself off the cliff, and didn’t flip my truck over but somehow I ended up the side of a soft muddy embankment, five feet from a turn-off. I waved dawn the next car. It was a nice man and his young son, who gave me a ride to the chapel in Willits. The Priesthood men quickly got a team together to pull my truck out of the mud and cart it away to Covelo to repair it. Luckily there was minimal damage to my truck and no damage to me at all. God has granted me another day, a humble reminder to depend on Him always, be grateful, and make everyday count. (No matter how much it pains me to run across the Farm in steel-toed mud boots!)