State of the Humans

No, she didn't break her leg on the trampoline! 

Did anyone get fooled yesterday? Not me. FarmWife is very nice about not playing nasty tricks. 

I wanted to update you all on the state of my humans. They're doing terribly interesting things these days! 

FarmHusband has become a jogger, and ran in a 5K foot race yesterday despite having some sort of awful flu. He's an admirable and mulish man. 

FarmWife is going to meet one of her very favorite online friends later this month . . . S., you know who you are. I only wish I could come along too. FarmWife is also going to visit sunny Monterey, one of the many perks of being an employee of the Timber Framers Guild. They hold their conferences in wonderful places. She promises me that I will be looked after in her absence. 

My biggest human filly is nearly done with her sixth grade year, which makes her practically a grownup. She is part of a very prestigious girls' choir, which makes her the second best brayer in our family after me, Fenway Bartholomule. The two of us should sing a duet, no?

My middle human filly got her cast off today. I do say, if you're going to break your leg then it's terribly smart to do it during the muddy season. She's hardly missed anything worthwhile! 

My littlest human filly is turning five this week, which means she'll be off to school in September. I hope to enjoy a few dozen more picnics with her before she is too mature and sensible to share her sandwiches. For her birthday, she has requested a tiara, a drum set, and peach-upside down cupcakes with whipped cream and spun-sugar bunnies on top. I have a hunch that she is getting all three of those things. 

My other humans—the neighbors, the grandparents, the aunts and uncles—are likewise well. My dear Aunt Hannah is coming from New England next week, which thrills me. She's always good for a carrot or two. 

Ears,

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