Day Begins

"As the leaves blow in the cool fall air, I am reminded that winter will soon be here. The hay is stored in the barn, the firewood in the shed, and meat and produce preserved, I feel secure. My family sleeps as I kindle a fire in the cookstove. The kitchen warms. Fresh eggs and milk, bacon for breakfast. I am a father, husband, farmer, hunter and provider. Another day has begun." RW

Sunday, September 8, 2013

No Place Like Home

The Kids enjoy a minute sitting down during our day in New York City. Just a stones throw from Rockefeller Plaza, this is one of the few places in the city that didn't smell like garbage. Home never looked so good.
One of the kittens born here this summer is looking at the camera. The laundry room turned nursery for the new mother. I think the "free kitten" sign will be going up soon.
The first weekend in September means Litchfield Fair for us. This year we led the Antique Auto Parade with the 1953 GMC 350. The kids also showed off thier year's work in the Exhibition Hall. Isaac did some "Muttin Bustin" by wrestling with a mother sheep. A good time was had by all. This fall we'll be Surveying, Teaching, Sawing, Ripping, Digging, Cutting, Canning, Farming, Running and having the time of our lives.
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