Brown Dogs Farm (2)

It's 72 degrees, overcast, with a cool breeze. It's actually perfect weather, and it's so peaceful out here. I'm writing this from our new (to us) patio table. It's an old green circular iron table. It came with 6 matching chairs; they rock slightly. They have cute little green and white pads for the seats. There … Continue reading Brown Dogs Farm (2)


The word "love" makes me uneasy. I consider myself to be a caring, loving person, but I don't always feel comfortable talking about it or even showing it for that matter. Some people say it freely and often. Some show it with such ease. I have always envied that emotional freedom. This is not to … Continue reading Mookie