JA Farms

I’m glad you said no about continuing to talk with you 😊 For a second there, I thought you were giving me a three-month timeout.
And you’re right. When I’m out, there’s going to be a lot to get used to again: routines, family, finding my footing. I’d rather do it right than rush it. I appreciate that you’ve thought about that for me. Most people wouldn’t.
Whatever pace feels right to you, I’m good with it. Slow and steady has worked pretty well for us so far. You’ve taught me a lot about patience. Young horses and grown men apparently both need consistency 😏
Just know that adjusting or not, I’ll still want to hear about your day, your horses, your kids, and whatever chaos the frogs and coyotes are up to. That part doesn’t need three months.

But let me be clear about one thing: there’s a lot I’ll need time to get used to again. You won’t be one of them. I already know where I want to be, and who I want beside me. I’m just not going anywhere 😏

Parts from the book

The coyotes started up a little after ten, close enough that Jo could hear the yips break apart into separate voices. She set her coffee on the fence rail and listened. Fifty yards, maybe less. The jacks were already awake in the far lot, ears up, pacing the wire like two old bouncers waiting for trouble to try the door. She had the dogs shut in. The jenny was in the barn. Every horse she owned was gathered in the riding pen, where she could see them under the one yellow light, tails swishing, nobody sleeping. The cold had come in fast this week. It stung a little when she breathed in, and there were no frogs left singing in the pond, which made the dark feel bigger than it was.

He did not know when out of here would be. His lawyers said the court had been sitting on his case too long to be planning an easy answer. He had stopped counting the days because counting made them heavier. But he could still count the things she told him: the girl in the oak tree with a pocket full of pecans, waiting until even the squirrels trusted her. The mare she called a fire-breathing dragon. The porch she wanted back, with the same peace she had felt there as a child. He wanted to give her that porch. It was the first thing in years he had wanted that had nothing to do with winning.

Make fun of me as much as you want, my other 3 books have a different genre. There is only one reason, I am letting you read a little from that book. I look forward to the merciless teasing.

I hope your PT session today will be OK.

I never have enough time to finish the whole story. Especially after the face you gave me. The reason I hired them eis to help them. One was an illegal immigrant, another one who was a single mom but was really struggling, and the third was a high school student who is now in college. Most of the time, they brought their children with them and all the kids went swimming together. I say this only because 3 sounds excessive but God blessed me so much so it is hard not to share.