New Mexican Weddin

hot house

Old Town

Nelson, Hank and Lou at the Dance

Garden

Tues

rattler

That is one huge rattler.

        They should turn him loose so he can reproduce.

        Ticks are out in full force. In the last two days, I have removed three from behind my left knee.

        A nice cool sunny day.  Jeanne just cut a mess of asparagus. We'll have that, lettuce and a nice grilled chop of some description.

        We ate at the Globe Saturday nite. It's not cheap. I had a Bass Ale draft for $4. Smitty would choke. hoho

   

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More from the Farm

Aaron and Cadi are the grand children of Jeanne and Nelson Lynch and Sue and Gerry Rosenthal.

Tuesday they are at the Frontier Town Water Park.

July of 2006

Aaron, Cadi, Jeanne and an old guy on the deck in July of 2006

July 23, 2006

Rear view. Most of the wine I made 15 years ago and now is excellent vinegar.
Working the mouse
Sandra Frazer, head lady at the Golden Quarter Farm

July of 2006

Old guy pondering the state of Taylorville
Aaron and Cadi on the deck
Daredevil Cadi at the Hogskull 500
Cadi on a warm up lap

July of 2006

Aaron and an old guy on the Deck.
Aaron and Cadi reading e-mail.
Aaron, Cadi, Jeanne (Granny)and old guy.
Cadi & Aaron

Baron M. Pine and Countess I. Hennigan were careening thru the mean streets of Taylorville searching for the Graveyard Tavern. The Baron yelled at his mules, “Whoa, you mangy critters. Whenever I’m near a graveyard and a tavern, I develop a bodacious thirst.”

The stable boy ran out to grab the mules. “Yes sir, how may I help you?” He sniggered a bit. “What do you want? We got a nice young maiden out in the barn.” He watched as the Countess alighted from the stagecoach. He held one hand to shield his voice. “We got a nice old man out in the barn for her.” He started giggling and stomping his feet.

The baron snapped his whip, making a feeble sound. “Boy, what’s your name? Do you even know your name?”

It’s Cash. Everybody calls me Cash because I never have any.” He giggled and wiped his nose on his coat sleeve.

The Baron glanced at the Countess. “A dismal place, but the mules are tired. I want a dark beer as long as my arm. There must be good food, drinks and decent rooms in this Inn.

The Countess strode to the door. “They better have oysters. I want a dozen raw on the half shell for starters. Then a dozen steamed to perfection. I’ll wash them down with a quart of Taylorville’s best beer.”

The baron placed the whip back in its socket. “Any decent vacant rooms here, boy?

Cash put his thumb against one nostril and blew hard. A large wad of snot landed close to the Baron's foot. Cash giggled a bit. "That nice young woman out in the barn, she'll do anything for a dollar."

Baron Pine stroked his beard for a second. "A dollar you say. What do you get out of this transaction?"

"I get to watch." He held out his hand. "One dollar in advance. It's a dollar and a quarter at the barn.”

This is the beginning of a new story.

Hello from the farm

Tomatoes are coming on strong.

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The Great July Shindig

All charter members of Salisbury Teachers College, late 50's and early 60's

July 23, 2006

Ruthie Tyler Hennigan, the pride of Crisfield.
Richard Boston, a Princess Anne lad and Smitty
Murray Smith, a good old Denton boy.
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid

july

Prize watermelon, 20006
Rosalie
Rosalie and Richard
Richard Boston
Ruthie, Nelson and Clyde

July 23, 2006

July 23, 2006

Janet and Ruthie at the farm
At the work station.
Same station
Janet Boston, Nelson and Jeanne
Writing station

turtle and snake

Snake
Box turtle

More on the 19th

Beets for Jeanne to can.
Celli and Clyde down on the farm.