Friday, July 31, 2015


No words needed. 

Pure deliciousness. 

Pure happiness.

Monday, July 27, 2015


Timothy Charles Egan
8 pounds 4 ounces
Sweetness from heaven. 

Grandpa and I get to hang out with Teddy for a couple of days. 

Wednesday, July 8, 2015


I wish I lived on a farm.
Away from crowds and noise.
Where there are big stars at night.
And the sound of sprinklers in the fields.
 I did once.

 But until that dream comes true again...

 I'll enjoy my little "farm-let"

The dill smells so good!

My two little baby Americanas. Deiter and Dashy
Then the laying hens.
An Australorp
A Buff Orpington
and a Barred Rock
and a Blue-Lace Wyandott that I raised from an egg two years ago.

 They grow up so fast! sniffle sniffle

How many people can say their pets made their breakfast?
Those 4 eggs came from the girls today.

Today I picked my first picking of Seascape strawberries.
And two green peppers.

I need to pick the basil and the sage.
Smells heavenly.

I love my raised beds.
It makes gardening so much easier.
My corn hasn't been this high this early ever.

Little cabbages in a row like little soldiers.

Tomato plants as tall as me.
I started these from seed in March.

I'm trying cantalope this year under the plexiglass.
It's an heirloom variety called Noir de Carmes Melon.
It's black skinned until it's ripe then overnight the skin turns orange.

For now I'll be content with the farm-let.