Princess swinging on a rope into the swimming hole in the Pocatalico River by our farm.
Is there a more perfect expression of the freedom and joy of childhood than jumping, fully clothed and not caring, into a river on a summer day?
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"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
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by Pete on November 20, 2009
November 2009
"First it's glowing, then it's snowing! A pause, then screaming squalls and williwaws. Bright but bitter, then a thaw. Yet again it's cold and storming: What ever happened to global warming?"
Friday, Nov 20
Fair
Currently: 36˚F
Feels Like: 36˚ F
Hi: N/A˚, Lo: 32˚
weather feed courtesy of weather.com - thanks!
This is the latest one (I embedded the video).... - Patty on I Want to Do Something for You
And we readers of your Blog never tire of your wonderful pictures and stories of all your sweet animals! - Liz in PA on Rush
"Cookies are good." Read my barnyard stories....
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