As my mother advised

I am ringing in the New Year as I hope to end the Old Year a year from now. Year after year it goes on.

I am full. The crepes and blackeyes were delicious. I have money in my pocket– silver coins and a few quarters. My loved ones are just a reach or a press of a button away.

A dear family friend texted this evening. Meant the World.

Happy New Year from all of us at Farther Along Farm where Dogs talk and the Crows haven’t had anything interesting to say for years.