
The Ties That Bind
In our family, there are a lot of ties that bind. Like mud squishing around in the mud… …large machinery,
In our family, there are a lot of ties that bind. Like mud squishing around in the mud… …large machinery,
Stoney will never admit it, but it’s challenging being an old horse. There’s the constant eating, little kids always wanting
Jack sometimes teases me about how naive I am–I’m not exactly a shut-in but some things that he’s exposed to
Sorry Henry, but no, you can’t ride in the manure-filled wheelbarrow. I know. Mommy’s such a killjoy.
Honeybees need a refreshing drink now and then. We’re in the dead of winter, with freezing temperatures, dreary, gray skies,
Let’s begin by taking a smallish nap or two… -Winnie the Pooh At the start of Thanksgiving week school break, we
Claire taking a turn splitting the wood. I feel like this whole summer, I played around like the grasshopper instead
Healing Stoney took a lot longer than anticipated… Though Stoney won’t admit it, he’s starting to get up there in
Me Tarzan. You Jane. Back in the horse pasture, a rather unlucky tree is being overtaken by a very persistent
I don’t know why the first thing I do when we move to a new house isn’t to plant fruit
There’s a garden in there. Somewhere. Though we got our garden in on time this year, it hasn’t flourished like
We had a quick trip back to Nebraska (more on that later) and when we were visiting Grandma and Grandpa
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