The door to the long barn, a long, low-roofed barn on our property that was once a chicken coop and now is a storage shed, went from rustic to just plain shoddy when a tractor gouged it. We decided to replace it.
First Steps Down the Gardening Path
I’ve never been a gardener. I’d never even really wanted to be a gardener. Now I’m faced with almost seven acres of property. Most of it is covered with vineyard, but more than two non-vineyard acres surround our lovely little farmhouse and are calling to be more than a gopher-and-mole nature preserve. I long to have interesting beds overflowing with vegetables and flowers with lovely paths winding among them.
Training Trunks
Clothes with a Purpose
A Spa-tacular Day
Whack-A-Mole
Saying Goodbye to a Good Friend
Eclipse!
Sunday evening, as we neared the end of our walk, Clay said we needed to go in to fix dinner. I thought, “Gee, it doesn’t feel that late, but it sure is getting darker.” Then I said out loud, “Why is it so dark?” We went into the house, and I said again, “Why is it so dark when it’s only 6:35 in the evening?”