Life at Pine Ridge Farm happily clicks away. The Big Guy scouts and care for crops. Matthew provides steady assistance for the Agricultural Services and Products in town. Grace, Rachael and Laura have been busy here at home, at church and in the community.
One rainy day David decided to look for the source of our dripping kitchen ceiling...
And now, to quote Laura, "We're living in a circus tent!"
Although David's all over it, we've each taken a turn hauling shingles, unloading plywood and 2'x4's, even working overtime on fly patrol.
In wildlife and livestock news, half of the bunnies sold and we've adopted five gifted hunter-cats--which accounts for our decline in rabbit acquisition.
This little fellow, flight impeded, was cleverly camouflaged against the cedar near our mailbox.
And now, the moment you've all been waiting for. I hear bated breath... Yes, (drum roll, please) it's time for the un-baling! We observed, discussed, and came up with differing opinions. Take a look...it's not a raccoon. It's not an opossum. It's not a cat. It's a... ??
Fox? Coyote? Probably.
The young men, ahem, were having such a fine time befriending the pelt that I left the party early. On my way to the house I was reminded of a wonderful evening sharing laughter and s'mores, throwing the end of too-long hot dog buns to Hoover and creating new memories the evening of Independence Day.
May your summer, home and everyday mysteries be filled with knowledge of their Giver. Thanks for stopping by!
One rainy day David decided to look for the source of our dripping kitchen ceiling...
And now, to quote Laura, "We're living in a circus tent!"
Although David's all over it, we've each taken a turn hauling shingles, unloading plywood and 2'x4's, even working overtime on fly patrol.
In wildlife and livestock news, half of the bunnies sold and we've adopted five gifted hunter-cats--which accounts for our decline in rabbit acquisition.
This little fellow, flight impeded, was cleverly camouflaged against the cedar near our mailbox.
And now, the moment you've all been waiting for. I hear bated breath... Yes, (drum roll, please) it's time for the un-baling! We observed, discussed, and came up with differing opinions. Take a look...it's not a raccoon. It's not an opossum. It's not a cat. It's a... ??
Fox? Coyote? Probably.
The young men, ahem, were having such a fine time befriending the pelt that I left the party early. On my way to the house I was reminded of a wonderful evening sharing laughter and s'mores, throwing the end of too-long hot dog buns to Hoover and creating new memories the evening of Independence Day.
May your summer, home and everyday mysteries be filled with knowledge of their Giver. Thanks for stopping by!
