The nearest Starbucks coffee is some 40 miles away,
but tomorrow we’ll have butter ’cause we’ve got raw milk today!
It’s not all glam and glitz to dabble on this funny farm,
but we marvel underneath the stars and cherish country charm.
They think I’m “Fertile Myrtle” but they should only see, these goats don’t have a thing on me–this baby’s number three (at a time, that is)!
It may cost less to buy tomatoes at the grocery store,
But watching them sprout from the ground has taught us so much more.
It’s a simple life we live, with its share of dirt and grime,
And as much as I love Starbucks, I’ll take it anytime.
Oh, and maybe life gets a bit too busy? Yesterday, Aaron and I both forgot it was our anniversary
From the kitchen as we got ready for church I called into the bedroom,
“Hey Honey, Happy Anniversary!”
Dead Silence. *hee hee* I can see his face!
Slowly he eased out of the room, not sure if I had just remembered or had just given him ample time to drop the bomb…
I burst into laughter!
Yep, it’s OK to forget as long as you’re not the only one. But I wouldn’t suggest taking the risk if it can be avoided.
So, we went to Starbucks later last night. Well, OK, it wasn’t Starbucks, but that fit with the poem so much better. It was actually a coffee cafe very akin to Starbucks except without the wavy-haired siren.
And Starbucks coffee.