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A couple more days had passed, in the same fashion as the previous several days. Hard work, but pleasant work, that both showed a result and would ensure an income of some decent money.

The tall, lanky human woman Sasha had tested the hay tedder, and used it 
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It was only the next day. There was just so much to do suddenly!

The first livestock of Butterfly Farm! Granted, it were just an adult chicken and half a dozen of baby chicks, and a rabbit, but that still counted as livestock. And livestock needs a place to l
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Affection levels had spiked. There already was a tremendous amount of love between the purple and white vixen-taur Buddleia and the tall, lanky human woman Sasha, so much so it seemed as if they couldn't love each other more if they wanted to. And yet, somehow
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There had been a consequence. One doesn't just release fish classified as Vulnerable and get away with it. Not even in a contained body of water. Something like that tends to come out at some time or other.

It had been some time. About two weeks, give or tak
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On a farm, there is always something happening. Even when work is slow, something always has to be done, and when doing something, there is always something else that will happen as a result of that.

On Butterfly Farm, there was always something happening. E
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Life went on. As it always does. Even if it did not go on "as normal", after what had happened in the tiny village of Rolling Hills - and that, in itself, was normal.

Because of course there had been an aftermath. The calm, regular, indeed almost placid and 
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[i]It's the final countdown! Tudu duu duu, tudu dututu![/i]

With the radio in the cab of the Massey Ferguson 1135 tractor playing quite loudly, the tall freckled human woman Sasha was cheerfully rocking out while doing her work on Butterfly Farm. More time h
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The days were going by calmly. There had been no honeymoon. There had not even been a wedding night, because Sasha was still not physically healed enough for anything like that - no matter how much she would have wanted it. And they did not need it all that mu
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February. The armpit of the year, as some would say. The only upside about it is that it lasts only twenty-eight days so it's over soon, as some would say. One of those dreary, sluggish, monotone in-between months where everything sucked; the weather was the 
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There was always something to do. Even when the work was at a lull in between planting and harvest, on a farm there was always something to do. Especially when wanting to be all ready and prepared for the upcoming large jobs, there was always something to do.
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The end of the year was nigh. November had come, and with the sale of another 555 small bales of silage for $116,550 it had gone again. Consequently, with several days of mowing, windrowing, baling and wrapping the grass in fields 1, 2, 3, 5, 6 and 8, Decembe
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Almost another week had passed. And slowly, quite slowly but definitely surely, changes were beginning to become noticeable. Changes for the better, improvements.

Butterfly Farm no longer looked as dilapidated as it had been. It still looked run-down, with th
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The first rain of the season had fallen. Just overnight, just for a few hours, just enough to make the dirt damp but not muddy, and make the grass and bushes and trees shimmer and gleam in the morning sunlight.

It lay a shimmer over the two plowed, cultivate
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