It's still February, so it's not as pretty as it will be later in the Spring, but she has some lovely oak trees.
Part of the farm was once a church camp, so there are some unusual outbuildings.
|This was the bath house. I loved the faded blue paint.|
|The former camp office. This is where we spent the night.|
|the queen practicing her wave|
|We hung the pine cones on the fig tree to dry.|
I proved myself to be a useless city slicker, and fell asleep around 8pm. But that meant I was the first one up, and I got to watch the sun rise and commune with the farm cats: Angie (black) and Peanut Butter Cup (tortoiseshell).
|They were miffed that I didn't know where their human kept the cat food.|
How was your weekend? And does anybody know what you do with painted pine cones?