I *heart* Babies

A couple weeks ago I took some baby pictures of a friend's baby all on film.  He is an adorable chubby baby and I loved taking these.  And I still love film.  And now that I'm done having kids - I can't believe how much I want to hug and kiss and squeeze other mom's newborns.  And p.s.  Syrene has a days old baby and still looks AMAZING here!!!!!!!

Congratulations, Syrene.  Thanks for letting me be a part of it all!

I'd rather chase smelly pigs than try and keep up with the Joneses.

Taken with my phone - the camera is in the shop.

Up on the hill the apple blossoms are emerging and truly  if you've never smelled an apple blossom you're missing out on one of the sweetest smells on earth.  All around there are cherry blossoms, pear blossoms, and all sorts of assorted flowers.  And sometimes the breeze will bring their scent right to me which makes me stop right where I am and drink it in.

While it's true that farms can be smelly places - I know from first hand experience that this is true - the air on a farm has times when it's sweeter than any perfume you can buy.  I think that is part of why I love farms and why I felt so stifled in a neighborhood.  I love the romanticism of wildness and nature we have here - manicured lawns and double car driveways are not for me.  Give me muddy, smelly boots over the HOA any day.

A little madness in the spring is wholesome even for the King. - Emily Dickinson

We have gone slightly mad.  Already sunburned - never shoed - or indoors.  We cannot get enough of our lover Spring.

That includes but isn't limited to adopting a kitten - Marmalade.  Who could say no to her orangeness?

We also got some foster hens from a friend - which means instant eggs.  I love it.  Yesterday while walking inside with three warm eggs in my hand my heart leapt within me.  I am in love with my life.  30+ hens and counting...

But with that madness has come some interesting DEVELOPMENTS...

Do you know what is wrong with this picture?  Yes, it is slightly obscene - but it shouldn't be.  This pig is supposed to be castrated.  Is he?  No, no he is not.  Which means we can't let him get over 200 lbs(around the time of sexual maturity) or else his meat will be tainted and yucky.  So, Mister Mister, you're gonna be bacon a lot sooner than we expected.  Like in less than two weeks.    I'll take pictures, I promise.

So, farewell Porkchop - it was good while it lasted.