Happy Birthday Laura.
(Didn’t Erika coin your nickname, Lala? )
What is the definition of a “lap dog”?
A dog who is able to sit on your lap.
Penny is a lap dog.
I am so excited you are here in the Burgh. Good timing on the wedding weekend so you get to come to Pittsburgh.
You always called it CLOUD CAKE.
We’ll add some fresh berries and ice cream.
Without the shades this time. Thanks. love you lots.
Happy Birthday dear daughter. Love. Ma
Ireland Army Hospital.
The family has gathered in to Erika’s parents to celebrate Mark’s birthday. You were a bicentennial baby and my father’s mother knit you a red ,white and blue afghan.
This afternoon we went to the farm next door to see how the pigs are growing. We were playing with the runt named P.P. and watching her root in the mud. No truffles found, though.
Mark and his sons Michael and Jack were walking back home. Of course I had the fixed lens (50mm) on the camera. I almost missed them though. Erika asked me “Did you get it?” We saw the three of them at the top of the hill at the same time. The next frame they’re in total sunlight and it isn’t as strong.
Happy Birthday Mark. I searched the card racks for the right words but the card writers this year didn’t capture what I wanted to say.
When I see you grown up, loving your own beautiful family, my heart is full.
I love you. Ma
Down on the farm in Virginia. Mar said it was dark in the barn. Thanks for a fun guest blog. We don’t see this in the city!
Lots of new life appearing at your neighbor’s farm.
Springtime action in corrals and pens and barn.
See proud future Dad. His “wife” is sitting on 17 eggs. (Not sure if Turkeys mate for life like other species you hear about. hmmmm)
Future Thanksgiving Dinner?
Future Dad Turkey
Future Mom sitting on 17 eggs!
Waiting for baby horses- another blog, another day
Click on Video below -A little dark in the barn. That is if you want to see 13 new piglets scramble at feeding time.
They look as if they were dyed with food coloring for Easter.
They are not.
We were at the neighbors’ farm in Hardy, VA this past weekend. They graciously allowed the grandchildren to pet the baby pig and the baby turkeys.
Anna asked what the pig’s name was- “Doesn’t have one.”
The baby mini-mules and their miniature horses don’t have to worry but then again, they have NAMES!
Bob the Mule. Heart the Horse.
The egg-layers are spared.
Oh yes, they have a couple of ducks. And their names? Christmas and New Years.
The second image? Those are a couple of (seven pounds apiece) pork butts that Pap smoked for the Paleo crowd. The veg branch of the family didn’t come this past weekend. I don’t think the meat had names.
Coming home to Pittsburgh from Philadelphia on the train, this vista is just outside of Lancaster. Shot with a Canon 20D, my old camera-through a train window.