If there’s one lesson I’ve learned as I enter year four of my foray into farming, it’s that lambs love to be born during the darkest hours of the coldest nights in the most inconvenient way possible. But we still love them, ‘cause they are the sweetest creatures around.
Me puse a contar ovejas para poder dormir y termine contándoles de ti:
una oveja, dos ovejas, tres ovejas, él... sus ojos, su sonrisa, ese día...