« Home | Smokey the Bear
is on the rack;
his tongue split
a... » | Two days of sun, finally. The fields finally dried... » | My heart is burning. » | It woke us in the night. Far off at first, so far ... » | if you stand here you will compact the soil.
you w... » | I miss the barn. Our first farm experience was a m... » | Weeding all day: good work, but long. Strange musc... » | Been meaning to write more. Been needing to. Never... » | Spring stretches her languid limbs. She purrs out ... » | New farm. No internet. Busy.