Yesterday I went to a farm, yes Anna’s. The kids and I went to Rogersville. I don’t farm around, people, this is the only farm I currently frequent, I’m a one-farm woman. When I find a good farm I’m loyal, I expect however one or two things back. I expect Anna to greet me, for instance, and Craig to be around, too. And I’ve come to expect a drive around the property with an open bottle of wine. It’s blissfully rebellious and carefree, if only we’d had shotguns and shot up varmints as we raced around.
Please note the shameless product placement Mr. Hamina.
I have more to say but not now. Technical troubles this morning have drained me of all but four-letter words. I’ll let a couple more photos speak.