Our closest neighbours were peeking at us through the fence, but they ran away when I approached them. Shy? Stand-off-ish? Don't speak our language? This merits further investigation.
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85 awesome acres of our own
King and Queen of Hawthorn Creek Farm
Reading ...
God Help the Child by Toni Morrison
Wondering ...
why our mailbox is smashed up again
Excited about ...
renovations!
Watching ...
just finished Orange is the New Black
ABOUT ME
- Dee on the farm
- My husband and I have moved to a farm from the big city! Along with our two boys we are looking for fresh air, a slower pace and lots of room to ride dirt bikes.
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September
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- Pot on the farm
- Sunrise experimentation with new camera
- I can see a rainbow ... on S's ankle
- CSI fridge
- The light that never was
- Silly dish drying with crutches
- The Neighbours
- Tree Hugging
- 11 Year Old Birthday Bliss
- Farm Girl
- Trophy life
- Cornering mishap
- Trying out the new camera
- Wood, Wood, Wood!
- Burning the midnight toil
- School mornings
- They Say It's Your Birthday!
- Tinkling the ivories
- How much wood can a woodchuck chuck?
- First Day of School
- Fishing for compliments
- Glorious summer garden
- Taking a break
- Living in the living room
- The old kitchen
- Penninsulas from heaven
- Cabinets R Us
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