An early morning sunrise on the farmette.
The view from our back porch.
Fluffy snow resting on an unpicked apple.
An ancient, wooden Coke crate.....now a good shelf for snow.
Snow resting on a sickle bar mower.
You gotta love farm implements.
"The simple life on the farm was everything to me. Nothing was more relaxing after a long plane flight than to reach the winding driveway that led up to my house. The quiet of the night was more soothing than a sleeping pill."