Black and White Sunday
Life here at the farmette, featured in black and white today.
A perfect, swirly hay roll.
The equipment of our son's craftsman ways.
I feel like this picture could have been taken fifty years ago.
An old well, just down the hill from our farmhouse.
A Sycamore tree full of texture.
The remnants of the old spring house for our farm. Cold spring water is flowing from the right, inside corner. We have found many shards of ancient pottery, dishes, and pitchers here, through the years.
"I had rather be on my farm than emperor of the world."