SO…Mike’s painting the dining room red and sez the walls are starting to talk to him.
‘REDRUM’
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
Spent our entire Saturday ripping out carpet. Just another aspect of our glamorous life. 🙂
‘Shrooms
Hi. Life in ATL has been keeping us hopping of late, as evidenced by the giant mushrooms now growing in the back yard at the farm and the tadpoles who’ve taken up residence in the pool.
Oh, and we saw nine wild turkeys last night in the pasture by the “crik.”
Coming ‘Home’
Got a voicemail from “Mr. Wigley” last night (he cuts the grass at our place), and he ended the message with “I’ll see you folks when you get home this weekend.” And it suddenly hit me…he was talking about our coming “home” to the farm. How sweet!
Spirit of Stephen King
When we first looked at the property I noticed a sweet little (what I thought was a) paddock right next to the barn with honeysuckle vines growing on the fence. “What a cute little area,” I said excitedly to Mike. “Maybe we can fix it up and put some animals in there.” Turns out, the place is already inhabited. “Buster,” who cuts our hay fields (more on him later), has informed us that the area is the Smith’s old pet cemetery. “They buried all their animals in there,” Buster said. “In fact, when Mr. Smith’s wife Anita died, I think they spread her ashes in there, too.”
