As if my surprise appearance weren’t enough, Dad arranged a surprise birthday lunch for my mother at the Wolf Mountain Vineyards. After an afternoon nap it was back to the farm to visit with the bison. They were a bit more frisky this time, thundering down the hill for food. Continue reading
I was in Cary, NC just before Memorial Day weekend this year. I thought it would be a nice surprise to drive down and surprise my mother for her birthday. It was also a convenient excuse to visit the family farm and view the latest addition. Buffalo! Continue reading
While Emma remains fairly non-committal when it comes to berries Henry is an unabashed fan. He eats while picking, he eats after picking… whenever and whereever he can get his hands on some berries. Continue reading
After recovering from their bout with the flu, Granma and Granpa were ready for more fun with the kids. We returned to the farm for one last visit, this time down to the banks of the Broad River. We ended the day by having dinner with an old friend. Continue reading
Just before Thanksgiving we took a trip to the family farm for an old fashioned hayride. Granted, there was no hay since we’re all allergic, but there were blankets and warm coats and a trailer full of grandchildren, cousins, brothers and wives. Continue reading
Emma’s pre-school went to Tanaka Farms at the height of strawberry season for some hot, you-pick vegetable action. Both Henry and Emma chowed down on fruits and veggies, with Henry being the more adventurous of the two.
Visiting the old family farm is always a highlight for me when we head back home. I have such great memories from when I was a kid, from splitting logs to finding cow skulls. Emma’s second trip proves to give just as many memories Continue reading
Mommy has been the prodigious writer and photographer thus far in July. I’m falling far, far behind. While Marla has written two giant entries and taken several hundred photos I’ve written a measley 200 words and taken a paltry 88 pictures. Definitely a slump for me!
At the end of May, while still back in Georgia, we took a trip down to the family farm. Papa O.N. grew up here along with all of his brothers and sisters. Great Aunt Ruth and her husband, Forest Peeples, still live (and work) on the farm.
The day after Christmas we headed up to Toccoa for a few days to visit my grandfather and the rest of the crew. I’ve been lucky to know all of my grandparents, lots of my great aunts and uncles as well as more cousins than I can count.
