of self love, vulnerability, and of course, donkeys
It’s an early, spring morning where dew is dripping down in little “pit-pats” from the brand new leaves sprouting in these heavy, East Texas woods. I’m in the barn placing hay in the hay feeders as Bunny and Bodhi push and shove each other to get the first bite...but where’s Tee? My third, littlest mini... Continue Reading →
The mid-afternoon air hung heavily around us as King Ranch and I stood behind the wooden back house with chipping red paint that sits a ways back on our property The back house is a dilapidated structure that we were told was the original house on the property. One side of it appears to have... Continue Reading →
A Donkumentary 