Ferns return home

So you may remember when Mark and I scavenged our woods for ferns for my porch.  They prospered and provided me with a lovely site out my front windows all summer long.  The evenings have begun to get colder and it was time to return my little ferns to their home.

So I packed them in the side by side.

Then I dug the holes.

The ferns were happy...they hung out in the stream quenching their thirst.

Then they had a regular ole block party.  I was sure to plant them near each other so they could woop it up.  So far the cops have not been called.

My little town...ain't she purdy?

I love where I live and not just because it's gorgeous here.  But it sure makes it easy.

Fergie

No...not THAT Fergie...or even THAT Fergie.  This is the original, 100% legit, pure to the core Fergie.  And she is GORGEOUS! (a hard worker too)

Catnip Hangover

I think Billy needs to show a bit more restraint when it comes to his catnip binges.  Doesn't he look like a wino that passed out with his booze bottle nearby?  All he's missing is the brown paper bag.

My trail "Buddy" Buddy

After one of our MANY wonderful trail rides over at Pretty Boy.  We had a blast...racing through the trails.   Buddy loves acorns.  I think he was a squirrel in a previous life.  He impressed me this day as he exhibited amazing self control in only partaking in 2 acorns.  He must be on a diet.  (then again judging by how he attacked his hay bag, maybe not)

Beep Beep Zip Bang

These two are the last of our original Meadow Creek Farm kitties.  When we bought the farm we inherited 13 (count them 13) barn cats.  Over the years we have lost them to various perils.  But these two are holding strong.  Lingua moves so fast, he blurs.  Cool huh?  I hope he is able to outrun danger too.  Fingers crossed.

Nature's Sound Machine

First Fire of Fall

How you like that for aliteration?  Not bad if I must say so myself.  But enough about me and my poetic skills...on with the post.

You may remember when Mark built me a mini fire pit last year.  Well, we recently have begun using it again.  There's something about the smell, sound and sight of an open fire that is soothing.  Don't you agree?

She has friends

Timbre will never be voted "Miss Congeniality".  Let's just say as she has aged, her tolerance has diminished.  She's a loner...she has no time for the shenanigans of her younger housemates.  But...she does have one friend...a friend that she is loyal to.  I think it's because this friend does not talk back.

Priceless

To say that the views from different vantage points on our farm are priceless...doesn't even begin to tell the truth.  Breathtaking, awe inspiring, just plain ole WOW.  It doesn't get much better than this.

Camo Kitty

This past winter this trunk in my barn was Frolic's favorite place to sun himself.  But when the sun moved to just a certain place...he just about disappears.

Bringing up the rear

Buddy already told me he let Cheyenne take the lead.  He was raised right.  Ladies first he says.  It's written all over his lovely, adorable, sweet dang face.  A face that I smooch often.  Again...shhhhhhh...don't tell Mark.

Sibling rivalry

Doobie (aka Timbre): I swear to GOD...if you get any closer...I'm gonna beat the CRAP outta you.

Diesel:  Lalalalala...I can't HEAR you...lalalalalala.  Is that a bird?

I'm a shy guy

Buddy is modest. Really modest.  I think that's why I love him so much.  That and he gives GREAT hugs.  I hug him alot...shhhhhhhh...don't tell Mark.

The camera loves him

Leroy is studying to be a super model...make love to the camera Leroy.  That's it...now lift your paw just a little bit.  Perfect!

If I didn't know better...

I'd think Diesel was ticked off at me.  Talk to the tail Ma...

No fire? No problem!

Secretly Billy is happy we do not need the wood stove and 'stash' of wood nearby.