Hello, duckies all!
Rain o rain o rain some more. Martin carped diem yesterday and whipped the lawn into shape. Power to the Irish. And Martin.
Also, my mother has been saving our sorry selves for going on three weeks now. Power to the mothers. Especially since, with the end of school imminent, we saw neither hide nor hair of Martin for a while.
Peas are up. Strawberries are blossoming, raspberries shooting, flowers blooming, the redbuds have just started and the crabapples are turning frilly pink into sensible leaves.
Birds are happy, and I disturbed a nest of young snakes (offspring of Sammy whom Martin saved last year)? near some new young shrubs.
Pictures later.
And tomorrow night, 80 people at our house--actually, Martin clarifies, he invited more like 60. This is why I smeared dirt on my face, put on sackcloth, and begged my mother to stay for another week.
And now I just have time for one more baby goat picture, from our friends, Mike and Donna's Toboggan Hill farm (by the way, all their exquisite pork--the only reason I am not vegetarian--is now 20% off):
