Sometimes a farmgirl has to put on her proverbial big girl panties and do things she really doesn't want to do.
She clears her mind and gains some focus. She's determined to live the life they've chosen and will not succumb to weakness.
Until her Mister requires her to master the fine art of evisceration.
This one not-so-simple act has sent this farmgirl running for the hills.
Where she can again clear her mind and regain her focus.
I'm off on another adventure until sometime next week...
...this time, without the crutches!☺
*Thanks to my dear son Dakota who "captured" my true emotions on butchering day. You're a peach.☺