Mike, our official farm tour guide, shows Adrian and Graham the property before the boys engage in a little target practice.
Snapshots
Snapshots
Meet Fred ‘n Ethel. Apparently, this happy couple has lived in our farmhouse for awhile. Every time we pick them up and gently move them outside, they end up back inside–usually to hang out and sunbathe in the great room. So…since the “Mertzes” were here first, we figure they can stay as long as they like.
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.”
