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Katahdin Sheep, Chickens, Ducks, Dogs and Novelist Adrienne Morris live here (with humans).

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August 22, 2016August 22, 2016

“The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year – the days when summer is changing into autumn – the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change.” ―E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web

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Frosty Morning Goats

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April 1, 2016April 1, 2016

First-Time Mothers

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December 14, 2015December 14, 2015

A Visitor in Our Front Yard

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November 30, 2015

Farm Disconnect

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September 25, 2015

Country Life: The Benefits of Football Players on the Farm

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August 23, 2015August 23, 2015

Cat Door Surprise

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July 29, 2015July 29, 2015

Get ready for the new herd queen: MOLLIE

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July 25, 2015July 25, 2015

QUOTE: “Summer afternoon – summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” – Henry James

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The syrup of lilies hangs thick and sweet in the air, its cloying scent the traditional mask of death and rebirth: ashes and incense, rain and dirt, and something like rosin. It's the scent Hector associates with God. The scent of heavenly things. Kimberly Morgan, On Angels and Rabbit Holes

Song of myself A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose? Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation. Walt Whitman

Lost little lamb.

Goodnight, my someone, Goodnight, my love, Sleep tight, my someone, Sleep tight, my love, Our star is shining it's brightest light For goodnight, my love, for goodnight. Sweet dreams be yours, dear, If dreams there be Sweet dreams to carry you close to me. (From Music Man)

At the rodeo tonight! Beautiful animals!

You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them. Ray Bradbury

“If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.” George Orwell.

Puppy love 💗 🐶💕

Everything you can imagine is real. Pablo Picasso

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