Judy….

My cousin Judy used to call me and say, “Hey, it’s me, your pest” and I’d say “Hey Judy!! You’re not a pest!” And then we would have a nice little chat about whatever… sometimes something that was going on in her family and sometimes something that was going on in mine. Sometimes we talked […]

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All my titles sound like 80s lyrics

It’s hotter than Hell and I’m pretty sure I saw one of the cats melt under the oak tree in the bottom pasture. I spent about 15 minutes today trying to figure out if one of my cats (not the melted one) had been injured only to discover that the blood spatters around the car […]

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So my last farm post has been a few months ago.  Farm life has been tough as we are in the throes of “the bad year” and while I know having a farm means being close friends with Death it doesn’t mean I enjoy the visits. We lost Bingley to a pasture accident and Rosalea […]

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