Morning Admissions

Today's the day. The day I come clean.

You see, I've been hiding something from you. Something that I've been too ashamed to admit.

It's not that I've meant to decieve you in any way, it's just.....well, it's just that sometimes it's easier to say nothing than to come clean about things like this.

And anyways, it's not like any of you have asked. But still. You read this blog to learn about farmlife, to see how things are really done, to get a taste of rural life. You've helped me get through the many trials I face here on the farm, the difficult decisions and the many mistakes. But most importantly, you've helped me celebrate those rare triumphs, those few things that I've done and done well.

So I owe you. I owe you the truth.

OK. Here it is. Here goes nothing. Here's the deep, dark, shameful secret I've been hiding all this time:

I do morning chores in my PJ's.

I don't take the time to get dressed before doing chores. I just throw on my coat and boots and go tend the animals. I have been known, even, to duck into barns or the garage if someone is driving by so they don't see me in my blue-striped pajama pants or my grey sweats that are too short. I know! The shame of it has been killing me.

Think what you must, but that's the bare truth of it. That's how things get done here on my farm. Weird but true.