Monster Pigs

The pigs got hungry for their dinner last night, and they decided not to wait. So they lifted the gate off its hinges. Yikes!

A Welcome Blessing

Some local Christians have a mission to encourage others. I sure am glad! They came yesterday for a short but fun visit, and a beautiful basket of dinner with all the fixins. Ok, I know it's spaghetti, but it tasted like manna from heaven. Is that because I didn't make it myself?
These aren't people from my own church, yet they display love and charity as if they are. I feel loads better today. The chocolate pie must have unique healing powers!
This picture makes me see in living color the answer to, "Give us this day our daily bread."

How to Start the Day Feeling Great!
- Open a new file on your computer.
- Title it "Housework."
- Place it in the Recycle Bin.
- Empty the Recycle Bin.
- Your computer will ask you, "Are you sure you want to delete Housework permanently?"
- Answer "Yes" and click the left mouse button firmly.
- Have a wonderful day!

Summer

Here's the oak out front. This spring has been perfect with an abundance of rain. Everything is green!
I found my camera hidden in a pile of papers at the desk. Now I should be able to blog. Fortunately, nothing's been too interesting lately though.

Newborn Apples

Here are a few of the fist fruits of Providence Farm. On top is one of the 7 (!) Pink Lady trees. Bottom is Ginger Gold.
Now, if only no goat attacks happen, we should have lots of fruit in the years to come.

Hey Y'all, Let's Target Practice!

I know that my photo is a bit blurry. But it summed up the evening better than the good ones, so you're stuck with it.
Here's the neighbor, who brought his gun, with Becky, Katie, pigs, and goats.
They're all sharing the gun. Well, not the pigs and goats, but ...

Danny's "Pet" Hobby

Dan was gearing up for his golf tournament coming up on Wednesday, getting ready to whack the ball into the field, when Flick decided to play golf too. With a new set of rules. More in the style of keep away.
Debbie also loves the game. Or maybe just the warmth of the dark golf bag.