Field Notebook: Good Morning Sunday Breakfast

image via helloneest

A Sunday morning in France.  Not Paris, not the city, but a village. I love gray mornings.  M told me that when he was little his family lived on a farm in Stillwater with goats; they had a dog who thought he was a goat and slept in the same pen.  If you weren't careful, the goats might get cheeky and butt you into the electric fence.  M said it stung a bit. I love this picture - it reminds me of him.