Where is spring?
My study of these two farms definitely distracted me from the task of snapping pictures of boingy lambs! Just then, someone began nibbling on the cuff of my pants, and my mind came back to my own pasture. As I reached down to pet the friendly little lamb who was nibbling on me, I felt very grateful for what I've learned. I may be only one person, but I can make a difference, and a difference I will try to make.