My trustiest of steeds, Sassy the frassy, turns 30 tomorrow, April 3. In 1993 when she was born, I was 11 years old. I visited her hours later and she has been by my side from coast to coast ever since. Many of you know she almost died a year ago. For a horse to make it to 30 is no small feat. I’ll be hosting a livestream birthday party for her Internet fans tomorrow. Time TBD. Leave any questions below and I’ll be sure to answer! (Also the words on the cake are spelled creatively because a certain producer ate the letters.)
We drove to a new town in Maine so I used my travel tip for healthy food: look up where you can buy raw milk. It worked again! And this time with a farm tour as added bonus.
Big news: Lynn graduates from college on Sunday! So we are in New England for the ceremony. I did a quick search for raw milk yesterday while traveling to Maine, called the store when we landed to confirm, and BOOM, the rest is nutrient dense history.
When I was in TV news, my mornings were a race against the clock. Wake up, slam a cup of coffee, walk the dog, shower, speed to the editorial meeting (for which I was always late). Now, it’s easy to carry that same intense spirit & overlook the beauty of a morning farm chore routine, taking for granted the invaluable time with my kids, the warm sun, the fresh air, the silly animals. I try to remind myself as often as possible to walk slower, breathe deeper, and smile more. Honestly it’s not a chore routine. It’s a blessing. It’s really a beautiful day, everyday.
