Sunday selfie (on Monday) number seventeen. Every week I tell myself I’m going to do the selfie earlier in the day. Every Sunday night I’m in a panic wondering if I’m going to pull the selfie off. Well, the gardens kicked my butt yesterday and I decided it was best to wait a day. Coffee...

The grandweimies came for a visit this weekend. Grammy’s place is best because she’ll throw the ball forever. Word on the street has it that her arm is officially 1.5 inches longer now. I have finally reached Sunday Selfie number sixteen. I’m pleased that neither Karen or I have allowed me to talk myself out...

I was so excited for the Icelandic hens we were bringing home. The first and second time we added chickens to our flock, we got day old or so chicks. They were a blast and I don’t regret that time for a minute. It comes with a test though. What if you get that 10%...