There is nothing quite like good friends and neighbors. I am blessed beyond measure to have this sweet couple close by. Meet local flower farmers John and Vickie Cooper.
For those of you that don't already know, lambing season is my favorite time of the year. We had a good season. All mommies and babies are healthy and doing well. Every year though, something new and different happens...
I love these girls. When they get this big and pregnant, they start running into me with their bellies, like they don't realize how far they stick out anymore.
This morning as I looked out of the window with my cup of coffee, I saw a couple of squirrels scampering along the top of the fence and scurrying alongside of it, their big fluffy tails flying behind them.
A couple of evenings ago, I went outside to go check on the sheep.
A couple of days ago the hubs and I returned from what has become an annual trip to Mexico and a very beloved place. The people and the children there have captured our hearts, and because of it, we have not been the same.
The other evening we had company for dinner. I had never made crème brûlée. I was super excited to try this recipe. I went to Walmart, and bought a few ramekins for about $2 each.
Meet Alison: a young and talented children’s author and illustrator.
Alison draws and paints beautiful pictures that inspire the imagination to dream.
I got to know Audrey a few short weekends ago when a cherished mutual friend of ours got married.
So the reason my husband cited for wanting sheep: “Because they will eat the weeds in the field that the horses won’t eat, and then I can eat them!” Seriously? Why does it always have to be about you eating something?!
May I first say before proceeding with the story, that expectations in a marriage are something which one is wise to be very careful of. (Yeah don’t ask how we learned this.) Suffice it to say that from previous experience, I thought it best to make myself very clear this time. Therefore, before we had even gotten that first chicken, I had already explained to the hubs that if he wanted to eat home grown meat, he would have to: 1) Not ever eat anything I vetoed eating. 2) If he wanted help slaughtering a chicken he would have to find it elsewhere, because I was not going to help him kill, gut, de-feather, etc. which leads to 3) If he wanted me to cook it he would have to bring it to me like it came from the grocery store.
I'm Debbie. I love listening to chickens cackle and sing. I love Lindt chocolate truffles, a good cup of coffee, and a good book.