Look at the shine on my old man. He’s 34 years old and still shines like a copper penny. Foxy Rappins.

This is pistol. I was working in the barn yesterday and looked up to find her watching me. She is an escape artist and finds ways out of her pen and roams the yard. When she is done snacking on my flowers, she puts herself up.

He takes after me. I often wear my meals too.

I walked out of the barn to fill a water bucket a few nights ago and stopped in my tracks. I hate winter but the sky can be pretty spectacular on a cold night. I stood a stared for a while.

Nothing like walking out the back door to random deer parts.

Thanksgiving desserts-birthday cupcakes for my grandson, pumpkin pie, apple pie, chess pie and Hawaiian sunset cake. And penuche my sister made.

Good morning from Fox.

Picked breakfast from the garden this morning.

I’ve had a fire burning in the fire pit for two days. I just go out every few hours, throw on a log and sit for a while. Clears my mind.

My Tigger Girl.

Good morning from southern Indiana

I have eagles flying over my house this morning.

I made this. My son Tommy

Reskeet with a favorite book from your childhood

Spotted this guy on my way home this week. We had a moment.

I need to get my feet under me and make myself a home here. Politics, history, food, animals and gardening is my bailiwick. I’m still harvesting from my garden because it’s 70 degrees in southern Indiana in November because drill baby drill. And I hate the Cheeto.