We tell Molly to stay away from the chickens.
She doesn’t always listen. But thankfully they are tougher than she is.
We burn old trees.
And whatever else we can find to throw in the fire.
We talk to Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner.
And it kinda makes me sad that they’ll be breakfast, lunch and dinner soon.
We leave doors open.
Because we were obviously born in a barn.
We get a zillion flies in the house.
And have to put up one of these gross fly catchers.
We collect eggs.
We eat eggs.
We see amazing views like this.
We build decks.
And when I say we, I mean Pat.
Before. Old rotted out deck.
We eagerly await our harvest.
Pumpkins. Lots and lots of pumpkins.
Tomatoes. Lots and lots of tomatoes.
Apples. Lots and lots of apples.