As I have mentioned before, Steve and I have a lot of silly nicknames for Rolo. And a lot of silly songs we sing to Rolo.
We have quite a few dirt piles around our orchard. Top soil, silt, sand and rocks are mounded into huge gatherings to be used for landscaping and around the farm. Rolo loves to chill on these dirt piles.
Nesting. ‘Tis a glorious endeavor. Here are a few pictures of the nursery in all of its painted glory.
Today is the first in a while that I actually feel like myself.
The sun is shining on the placid lake of glass and the blossoms are bursting forth in all their glory.
And I had McDonalds for lunch.
I am exhausted.I haven’t posted on here since Wednesday, but for many good reasons.
My dear friend Kristin commented on my last post about some of the other escapades I’ve had in the pool before and I think it’s safe to say that when I’m swimming, I am not myself.