The only son of my great aunt passed away in May, at 91. He had lived in the house his grandfather and father built in the early 1920s. On Sunday, a very windy Sunday, all the possessions, including the home, were auctioned away, literally dispersed in the wind.
They were starting to terrorize their playpen — the orchard, so they are locked out with the big goats, now. Wish I had stellar video, but some better than none. These four short clips are from this morning’s antics.
Boy Story, Girl Story and Toy Story have a new play toy: Stairs!
These are stairs I just added to get to the shop loft, built using wood we milled here on site in March.