the farm

It’s a family tradition to trek up to our farm every Thanksgiving. I absolutely adore going, because I love to see all the colours of the leaves, smell the fresh brisk air outside, and hear the moo’s from the cows off in the distance. Well it is 2007, and it happened to be 31 degrees outside. so no falling leaves for me…instead….here’s what I saw…

welcome




On Saturday since it was so beautiful out, my mother, sister and I decided to go check out the beach….here is what we saw….



Poor fishy




Mum's feet, Big Sister's feet, and little bear's feet..(I'm the lil bear)


On the drive home the child in my popped out and we had to stop at this wonderful pumpkin patch I saw…







Oh here’s a pic of my grandmother…she’s 86, and gorgeous. She was sleeping, but woke as soon as I snapped this shot.. sneaky sneak she is.. I learn from the best.


Here are the lil buggers playing nice nice around the pond.


We have an anciently old cemetery down the street, so I always like to take a trip there to read some of the stones…my mum came to make sure I did not disappear. Good mum.










Turkey Time


See why I love it so much?



Till the next time..xx