Lonely Stroke Room
Wow, 63 guests on and 1 member. Me. Middle of the night and I am the only member awake. I am talking to myself :chat: LOL
Oh well, I have been a night owl for so long now. Sleep is like a far away dream to me.
Richard has been enjoying being able to drive the tractor around on the farm. It gives him a freedom he really enjoys. He forgot how bumpy and tiring it was though. After he disced up one field for me he was tired, but a happy tired. I could see some of the old Richard back in him again.
The garden is slowly but surely getting planted. I think the weather is finally going to cooperate. My plants are all screaming to get in the ground, and the seeds are going to sprout in the packages. The peas are starting to climb the fence and I watch them daily. I so love fresh peas from the garden. I think they are like a watched pot though.
Tucker, the lab, caught the nasty mole that ate all my radishes in the garden. I can't say I am too upset about the radishes because I really can't stand the darn things, but my son-in-law loves 'em. I grow them for him.
Little Red was born Tuesday morning. He weighed in at 70 lbs and looks just like his daddy, our bull. HIs name is Rump Roast. The grandbabies sure liked going out to see the baby moo. It is fun to see the new things in life through their little eyes and small vocabulary. They may not know many words but they get their point across. Moo=Cow, Arf = Dog, Nana = Grandma, and Papa is Grandpa. Vroom Vroom = car, lets go for a ride. I sure like being an Grandma. Mom was right, if you could skip being a Mom and go right to Grandma, life would be great. :uhm: Well, maybe not, but it sounds good sometimes.
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