“Pardon me, Marica,” Missy began, “Do you have a moment?” “Why certainly, girl,” Marica replied, “What’s up?” “Ruff?” Rocky asked. “What are your thoughts on in me-dI-us rez?” “Ruff?!?” Rocky scoffed. “What?” “Me-dI-us rez. Surely you know that term, Marica,” Missy answered. “It’s a literary devise meaning ‘to being in the middle of things’.” “Ruffruffruff,”
Who doesn’t love The Peninsula on a 60+ degree day in the beginning of December? I think family should have its very own peninsula– or something similar as suits its taste. A destination not too far from home, but far enough to be someplace one does not go every day. When the weather turns, the
That is correct. There are five dogs. Jango,* the not lost dog, has taken to hanging out at The Farm a lot. Yesterday Little Caroline, part owner of Jango, came to the door and said, “Daddy wanted me to come over and find out if Jango made that mess.” I hadn’t been out front until
Well– part stroll, part drive First, to the summit, elevation 515′ above sea level. You can see the Village water tower from the summit. It’s also a great place to watch meteor showers. A little walk down the North Road through the Piney Woods. I’m listening to the birds and Rocky & Missy are chasing
Monday August 27, 2018, 7:22am Then fresh out of the oven buttermilk biscuits topped with homemade sausage & gravy. To clarify– both the sausage and the gravy were homemade. Final cup of coffee while wandering around the World Wide Web looking for something particular I read the other day about County Mice. Came up short.
by Tony Took two days of research. He arrived at the conclusion that a Thanksgiving centerpiece was artfully presented dead plant material. At the end of the second day, when his research had come to fruition, I said to Kat, “I guess we forgot to tell him about Pinterest.” Just another chapter in The Book
Donut bacon cheese burger. I’ve seen them— heck I’ve eaten them– in Tennessee. They are delicious! Via Powerline’s The Week in Pictures
Yes. That is a shopping cart– or as some like to call it, “buggy”– in the background. Doesn’t everyone have one? Every morning I have coffee. Most mornings I take the dogs for a walk– which is to say, I make them sit, and after what I, as Leader, deem to be a most appropriate
But this trip has potential! So Coach Bruno’s nephew has agreed to Farm/dog/cat/Farm sit. This is a big deal. Lately & usually there have been four of us. Now the four of us are going to Savannah. Leaving Coach Bruno’s nephew in charge of four dogs and two cats and 60 acres. Not to mention
Today Daughter C and I hooked up the trailer and took the generator, which has a stopped float, and the 4-wheeler, which has a messed up carburetor, to our local small engine repair shop. Daughter C played with the goats at the shop. The little kids are cute as the dickens. This one had been bottle fed. He’s
Givin’ the people what they want.
What were you up to at 7:17am? Me? I was headed to the hidden pasture.
Mr. Big Food found her. I’ve been so preoccupied with tailgate s*^t that I forgot to mention this. Mr. Big Food radioed me that he’d found the white hound in the Southwest Pasture and I drove down and then walked down and walked her back to the truck. She was in a sorry state, poor
“There’s a Dingo on your porch.” Phone call from me to Daughter C and the J-Man who were entertaining Kat who’s newly arrived on the Farm. I looked out the window and saw a stray dog on the apartment porch. 30 minutes and a bowl of water and a handful of kibel and a phone
I am not one to criticize local custom but, c’mon, man. Six inches is not enough. It has been so hot for so long that the cold water coming out of the “city” water pipes is warm enough to take a bath in on a cool Autumn day. The folks in charge really should think
“This means you can make The Friends of The Library Book Sale held every first Monday of the Month unless the first Monday is a holiday in which case it’s held the second Monday of the Month which is the case in September 2016. But your flight out isn’t until … scrolling down… 6:30pm so
“Marica?” “Oh, hey, Missy! What’s up?” “Ruff?” “Not much, Marica. Just thinkin’.” “ruff.” “Thinkin’ about what, Missy?” “ruff?” “Not much, Marica.” “Ruff.”
“Pardon me, Marica. Do you have a minute?” “ruff?” “Of course I do Missy! What’s up?” “Well, as you know, while you have been off reading about the Geeks, I have been… .” “ruuuffff!” “GReeks, Missy, not geeks. Rocky, don’t poke fun.” “Oh my! But of course. I did know that. Slip of the tongue–
From the Introduction: The most valuable lesson to be learned by American youth from the history of the mother country is the worth of liberty, civil and religious. And now, back to Friday. Wait. What? “I want it! I want it! Can I have it? Can I? Can I? I want to learn!! GIMME GIMME
Today is the last day of The Southern Season of Almost Summer. Enjoy!