The B Solo

The B Solo

by | Nov 22, 2015 | Farm Life, Memories

Dark towering clouds rumbled and flashed in the distance while our field lay littered with fresh hay bales. The pressure was on – the harvest had to be inside before the rain hit. Each small bale, weighing maybe 50 to 60 pounds, had to be loaded one by one onto a...
The Chesapeake’s Retrieval

The Chesapeake’s Retrieval

by | Nov 3, 2015 | Animals, Farm Life, Memories

The unseasonably warm day begged me to open windows and banish the winter staleness from our old farmhouse. The March breeze still had a bite so the whole family bundled up to enjoy the weather. Looking forward to nestling against crisp fresh-smelling cotton, I washed...

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