(these are in no particular order and are not to scale)
Kyle turned 18. Rodney and I congratulated each other with a high-five.
The goats ate my ferns, my kale and my petunias. I cried.
Emma got a booboo on her shoulder when she went running through the woods like a banshee while her fence was temporarily out of order.
We drove to Port Aransas to celebrate Aimee and J.R.'s wedding. The wind blew.
We ate at Whataburger.
I got a new puppy.
We finished the cross-fence, worked cattle and moved them to the north pasture. I got kicked and so did Rodney. Ingrates.
Saw some old friends we hadn't seen in years.
I turned 39...not 40.
Mowing season started and all my freckles popped back out.
April 17th was 6 months of sobriety for me.
I actually went shopping and bought a dress. (only because I was forced to)
I stabbed the back of my hand with a 12 gauge cow needle that was sticking up out of the dish drain while I was straining goat cheese. It bled, but not on the cheese.
Sold all my boy baby goats and the older does with udder problems. I cried again.
Started memorizing the book of James.
Bought a new tackle box and some bobbers. (definitely more my kind of shopping)
Tilled the garden, twice.
Started work on a gate for our driveway to keep the goats out so I can actually have more than just well-tilled dirt in my garden.
Thought I couldn't possibly love my husband any more than I already did...I was wrong.
Drove to Hot Springs like 20 times.
Gave myself a pedicure.
Played dominoes with Rodney.
Weedeated about 50 miles of fence row and around chicken houses. More crying.
Had a birthday party for all the "April" birthday's at my parent's house. Ate cake.
Ate more cake.
There are various and sundry events that are not listed. I can't think of them now, but I'm sure they happened.
Peace and love!