Every morning for me starts with a rooster (literally), not with coffee. But, by the way, it invigorates no worse than espresso! And yesterday I had a real drama - a goat named Martha ran away and decided that she urgently needed a date with a goat from a neighboring farm. Female solidarity, what can I say...

And I also have a tractor. Red. I call it "Handsome". It never lets me down🙃. Together we have survived the spring thaw, a broken starter, and an attempt by a chicken to settle under the hood.

In the evenings, when all the work is done, I like to sit on the veranda, listen to the crickets sing their farm ballads, and dream... about how great it would be to share all this with someone special.
With someone who is not afraid to get their hands dirty, but knows how to hold you gently.
With someone who can laugh at how I once tried to teach a duck to swim in a children's inflatable pool. 😂😂😂

If you know how to turn on the heater in a tractor, are not afraid of the words "barn" and "combine", and, most importantly, are ready for a real, simple, warm life - maybe we should chat in the chat))

Write. I promise, it will be fun. Or at least delicious - I bake pies very well. 😉

With the warmth and aroma of freshly mown hay,🌿
Your farmer from the land where the stars are seen brighter.✨✨