Twentysomethings

Our boy Andy brought nine of is closest out to the farm over the weekend. They all hail from various parts of the country, but call the District of Columbia, better know as Washington, D.C. home for their post grad years.

 A great group of young people following dreams, building resumes, working for legislators, going to law school, soaking up politics, media, lobbying and big city life and all the excitement it has to offer.

So for relaxation and a little get away they enjoyed the scenery, the pool, splitting wood for the oh so popular evening (read: lasting until 3 AM, but I heard there was a meteor shower involved) bon fire,

 and playing with the toys.

guess what my husband's favorite color is?!

A tractor, a chair and a cooler. I am sure I do not want to know what came next.

I, on the other hand, had my table surrounded by hungry appreciative people.

We all know how I love to have that big farm table open wide and filled with good food and lots of laughter.

Several of the gang tried to make a NO PHONES IN THE KITCHEN rule, but it was sort lived. We all laughed at stories about Fritz and my courting days whereby I would reserve the dorm pay phone at the end of the hallway on Wednesday nights from 8- 8:10 for our weekly phone date, roll of quarters in hand for the operator's signal to deposit another $1.25 for 3 additional minutes...

It really, really, really wasn't all that long ago!

I wish nothing but the best for this group of fine people.
Our future, and theirs, is very bright.

Hope your weekend was wonderful too,

~Joan

A very happy Thursday morning to you from the far back corner of my little place of love. 

Today I'm trekking on life's straight and narrow way.

Hope you enjoy a nice walk on what ever path you take.

~Joan

Happy Sunday

The dawn of a new life chapter.

My youngest preparing to receive his college diploma yesterday

 The architectural style seen at around so many of Virginia's college campuses.

I arrived home from the days wonderful festivities to this.

Baby birds now all off on their own.

Already.

How fitting.

An Almost Perfect Sunday

The kind that just rejuvenates the Soul.

When at days end, the body is a good kind of tired.

Filled with aching bones from productive work.

                                   And always, always a taking a moment to count one's Blessings.

Even the critters felt it.

Hope you day was full with goodness too.

~Joan

Baaa....

...HUMBUG!

No sheep in the barn yard.

 Yet.

Ma's Ray grew up raising pigs and ever since they came for a weekend back in January and never left, he has been wanting to get a couple of oinkers.

So the reinvigorated old West Virginia farm boy did just that.

And once he is settled in with the swine, he promises to learn what he can about sheep and help me to farm some fiber. Ray is the best.

I will however, ignore his stories of how his family always had a milk cow when he was growing up.

At least I will try.

Maybe.