A. brought the four male lambs to the auction a couple of hours away. Our cowboys helped him load them into the cattle trailer.
Okay, so actually the sheepboys loaded them into the Ranger. (That dang-near man-sized child leaning so nonchalantly on the side of the truck is my tiny baby Cubby. Sniff.)
I do not recommend working a forge in full sun when it's 96 degrees out. I mean, unless you enjoy sweating your life away. Cubby seems to.
So far, he's made a flathead screwdriver out of an huge nail and a pair of tongs out of some scrap metal. Next up, a bit for Bill the Pony.
The older boys also made this rather elaborate castle out of mud. It's for their earplugs, naturally.
My garden has entered the domination stage.
These tomatoes are dominating the hollyhocks.
These Romas are trying to dominate A.'s giant climbing tomatoes on the fence.
The abandoned schoolhouse is interesting. There must have been more children in that area. When did they close it? What grades attended? What do you know about the history?
ReplyDeleteYes, I too, would be interested in hearing more about the schoolhouse. Maybe a topic for another post!?!?!
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At least one week in your life. Seems there’s always something different and unexpected cropping up as weeks progress.
ReplyDeleteComing late to say I want to hear all about the old school, please!
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