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Mike spent much of the week raking up pine straw from the dozen or so pines around the house.
Linus was exhausted just watching him.
mike & merlin
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resting in peace
We’ve occasionally heard of an old burial site atop the big hill across the creek and searched for it a couple of times with no luck. But last weekend we spotted a new turnoff, up a steep wooded trail, and headed up there on horseback. At the top we came upon the old cemetery and stood there for a few minutes in hushed reverence. Some say this is the final resting place of Creek Indian Tribe members from around the 1700s-1800s, while others believe these to be the gravestones of early white settlers. There used to be 25 or more grave markers here, according to one source, but many have been lost over the years. Today, only about six headstones remain. We will visit this place again to pay our respects.
throw(waaaaay)back thursday 1946
The best #tbt we can possibly think of for today: Stopped by to visit our 73-year-old neighbor Patsy, and she showed us a photograph taken on Mother’s Day 1946 of her and her sisters playing in the Tallasahatchee Creek at the back of our property. It’s such a wonderful picture and we were absolutely delighted she shared it!
one fine day
An incredible gift from an incredible friend — a farm photo shoot! Not only did the photographer capture some wonderful moments that day, but we also made new friends, Hali & Micah, whose talents we’re excited to share with you here.
