So what will I write about? How many weeds I've pulled? Whether or not the chickens managed to stay out of trouble today? How often I've had to chase Buddy away from the back fence where he's been barking like a maniac at the neighbor's black lab?
That I will continue, for the moment, has been decided. The subject, however, remains to be seen, and will depend, I suppose, on whatever events (however minor, of course) happen to transpire on the unfarm.