This has been a difficult past couple of months.
|Budding blueberry bushes|
As we continued to the last days as if we would be there forever,
|Can you see the egg?|
...the hens continued to entertain us with their antics like hiding eggs in silly places.
The cats got along with the hens;
the dog got along with the cats;
and with the chickens;
but the cats couldn't get along with themselves
(Look in the background)!
I think it was my neighbor Karen who said that if we weren't On the Pond Farm, we would be named Harmony Farm, because everyone gets along - usually!
The days became gorgeous.
Moments to cherish.
And then the tears came really close many times.
|A barn swallow takes over the blue bird house.|
|Our last Sunday breakfast|
|Hill of bluets|
It all came together beautifully on its own.
Here are the last glances and happy wanderings for me at On the Pond Farm.
|Blue gill came to visit in full force|
|The striped bass were the biggest I've seen in the pond this spring|
|Blue, green and barn in the middle. My favorite combination.|
|Jock has his last run of the farm. He is joining us in the move to Connecticut.|