| Finn's 1st day of 2nd grade |
| This was a day or two later, but too cute not to post |
| Burgundy's first day of her last year of preschool (possibly Kindergarten - that's a long story) |
Suzie opens her gigantic trailer to reveal…Cuteness!!
And here they are. The newest resident of Thistle Dew Farm. Dee, Daisy, Chanelle, Steve (Leroy) and Vegas. No we didn’t get to name any of them – although the boys’ names have changed.
I obviously already have a million and three pictures of them. I’ll try not to include them all on this one post.
This is a funny story I have to share and hope my husband won’t mind too much if I do. If you know him, you know he is a thinker. Not a detail is left to chance. So here we are fencing in a rougher bit of the property to have a compost lane of sorts (life in the shat lane? poop row?…) Anyway, he is swiftly slinging fence into place, and, when needed, doing flying leaps over the roll of downed fencing like an Olympic hurdler. We just set the fence post today, so this poop row has to be temporarily cut across the middle of the yard instead of all the way across - so the cement can set before we hook to the fence post. I ask (repeatedly) shouldn’t we put a gate leading to this, honey? No, because it will have a gate once it goes to the fence post. But shouldn’t we put one in now? temporarily? Nope. Okie dokie.
Hmm, but then how do you get out once you extend the fence the whole way? Scale the cliff and try not to fall in the ditch :)
The “dew dew” bucket.
And lastly for now, the best egg collector we have on the payroll.