I’ve been meaning to share this with all of you because if I’ve learned anything from Barney, it’s that Sharing IS Caring. And also it’s ok to be a big purple dinosaur.

I watched this docu-movie a while ago on Hulu and I just loved it; The littlest Big Farm.

A testament to the immense complexity of nature, The Biggest Little Farm follows two dreamers and a dog on an odyssey to bring harmony to both their lives and the land.

The story is full of peaks and valleys, and I was a bit nervous that it would not have a happy ending, but in fact, {spoiler alert} it did. I loved it mostly because it shows how nature can evolve, adjust and work in harmony; every obstacle the family encountered while trying to build a sustainable farm appeared to be doom & gloom, but nature always worked out. It was a heartwarming story that will take your mind elsewhere for about 90 minutes. Did I mention they have a dog who was kind of the center of the story? Actually the whole reason they bought the farm was because of their rescue dog, which I totally get.

I give it FOUR paws up!

Fuzzy Wuzzy Was A Bear

Monday morning my dear friend Stacy who lives 8 houses down from us sent me this photo and a text that read: Ten minutes ago, in our backyard!

Da’ bear was digging through Stacy’s trash because my friends have the best trash.

We have wildlife. And I’m not just talking about the Coach and I when we stay up past eleven.

Though we’re only 9 miles to the Gulf of Mexico, our ‘hood goes way east to the Everglades; home to a pleathora of wildlife including Florida black bears, coyotes, Florida panthers & bobcats. I’ve always known they were around, but usually a few streets east of our home, until this week.

Can you picture me, in my yard, head in a hedge looking for caterpillars and a big azz bear comes waltzing by? In this scenario, it’s a dancing bear.

I feel bad for them because with development comes crowding, and they are slowly losing space. Should I offer them one of our guest rooms? Wait, I’ll have to see if it’s a tap dancing or just regular dancing bear first.

And wouldn’t you know that I had a very vivid dream about a bear in my home on Monday night? It kept coming in, and I kept trying to get it outside. I was giving it objects to play with, boxes with tops, cylinders with lids, it was like I was teaching a child dexterity, but it was, in fact, a full-sized bear. As many times as I was able to get it back outside, then we (myself and family) would turn off the house lights and hide, the darn bear would come back and find a way inside and see that we were still home.

Was I having a Goldilocks moment? Who am I hiding from? Wait, a better question is: Why can’t the bear put a top on a box if he can open garbage cans?

Happy Humpday my friends!

XOXO