Welcome to our perfect life.
Rrrrright.Sometimes, I think I give the wrong impression.
When I write about what project we're in the middle of or what animal or child did what funny/cute/intelligent act or what delicious meal we just ate, I may inadvertently make people think that everything at the farmstead is all sunshine and rainbows and happy, fluffy animals and cheerful, polite, helpful children.
A tree from our forest fell onto the road. Yay.It's not.
Oh, Dancer. You fat, pushy mare...(Just...
Published on January 24, 2016 14:29