HEADING FOR THE OLD FARM...

Good Evening, my dears.. 

Just wondering if you would  like to go to the farm with us for the day... 

As you know, we have this old farm up in the Kent Hills and we go and spend a day whenever we can.. 

It belonged to my aunt and her husband's family since 1907 and my family went there often as I was growing up..

When my aunt and uncle went to a nursing home we were so happy to be able to purchase it.. 

Our kids thought we were nuts but we love it..

Our sons like it now but it is not something Shonda wants us to leave to her in the will.. grin.. 

Oh well...to each his own, eh!

We didn't leave until late morning but here we are.. 

Almost there..

See the windmills up ahead.. 

When we see them we know we are almost there.. 

Actually, the old place is only about a half an hour from our home..

Sammi (our dog) always knows when we are almost there and puts his front feet up on the dash.. smile.. 

There it is.. 

Just sitting there waiting.. 

Old and dilapidated but loved by us.. smile..

There is always a lot of work to do... 

Terry brought the lawnmower..

He wants to cut down all the old grass as it kind of got away on him in the Fall... 

This way it will be a lot easier to manage.. 

As for me... 

I get the kettle going.. 

Since we are tearing the back porch apart we get a lot of flies.. 

Ugh.. I hate them... 

Anyway, I need to give the kitchen a good clean because we haven't been here for awhile..

I think a nice cup of tea is in order, eh?  

After all that cleaning this is a good place to drink it.. smile.. 

We need some supper, too.. 

I usually bring the main stuff to make meals here but the basics are always in the cupboards.. 

I guess we will have a salad.. (as usual..)

I brought some parsley... 

Do you like parsley and garlic salad dressing?

I always enjoy setting the old harvest table here..

As you know, these  dishes are special as they once belonged to a farmer's wife we loved...

Just a regular tossed salad...

And one of our faves..

Spaghetti Puttanesca  

I have pasta only once a week now.. I guess this is it.. 

smile...

An old rocker sitting in the living room...

The sun shining in the old china cupboard glass...

Well, it is time to go home.. 

Where is Terry, Sam... 

Which way did he go????

grin.. 

The wind is howling here today.. 

See my hair blowing.. Straight up.. grin..

How I love the wind..

 It blows so much more here than at home..

I need to  sit in the truck or Terry would not quit working..

Now he is cleaning the stream that flows from our spring.. 

I wish I had half of his energy.. 

He needs to stop and go home though but I enjoy sitting in the warm truck and listening to the wind.. 

If we lived here I would need to put a sleeping porch on.. 

The wind howls and you can hear the brook rushing by.. 

sigh... zzzz... smile...

The sun is setting out over the barn..

The old place will sit quiet and still while the wind whistles  through the cracks of the barn  ... 

The fire will go out in the old stove... 

Until we come back again.. 

Thank you sweet Lord for a lovely day together here at this old place that we count as blessing.. 

Hope you enjoyed your visit.. 

Looking forward to hearing from you.. 

Hugs from an old farm here in Eastern Canada..