Mornings here at the Faulk Farmstead are strictly a casual affair.
This means that I roll out of bed, start my coffee, throw on thick socks, boots, warm coat and a wool hat – And head out to the pasture.
That would mean I am still in my pajama pants.
And this is completely acceptable by the farmies standards.
My dear daughter is much cuter in her pajamas than I. What a sport.
Happy Thursday, folks!