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No more Chicken Fried Chicken
... t wait to get back to some home cooking. So it was perfect to arrive home and find the family eating dinner, we sat right down to a bowl of stew and fresh salad!
We are so glad to be back into familiar territory! It's been quite a journey and now we're arrived safe, speeding ticket free (shocking), and sound. When we drove back into Prince Edward County we found our old radio stations, recognized the voice of the DJ ...
Hurry Hard!!
... car to get all our stuff loaded!!!! Even had to make an extra trip back in the morning before Barb left….just to get a couple more things!!!! The flea market is an amazing place, all the things to buy, but don’t really need. We did get a lecture from Scott when he came to the market with us about "needs & wants"!! Leave your visa card at home”. Where have we heard that ...
Row, Row, Row Your Boat
... commonplace.
I lost count of the number of needles in my hair and down my back as I returned to the compost heap under the tree, before knocking yet more in my direction as I foolishly threw sticks for Zelda whilst under the branches.
My hard work was rewarded with a ride out in the canoe; Emily and I walked down to the lake along the orange-marked trail, whilst Willa followed slowly but surely behind. She’s walked the route so many times in her life that ...
Do Country Folk Not Watch Horror Movies?
... deciding it wasn’t just a mole retrieved the kit that has more than paid for itself. With the tick gone and our hands were washed we could enjoy our breakfast, sans currants.
My main task today was clearing the mass of leaves in the garden, but even with a new technique of lifting a collection of leaves with two rakes acting like claws, I was still only half-way by five o’clock. I had to stop to do other jobs in between of course, and have ...
Dennis, The Fire Truck Or The Fire-Fighter?
... 8217;t stop me scratching any time a flea or tick was mentioned. We had to do some more removals later in the afternoon, this time on one of the horses, and once more I shuddered at the sight of the blood-filled little suckers. Maybe I should start wearing a flea collar to protect myself.
Aside from the extraction tasks I raked leaves and cleaned stalls, which meant more sifting through bedding to find the manure and dumping the latter on a ...


