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I’ve always thought that the saying “Dog days of summer” came from our dog who in the heat will be sprawled out under a tree or under the porch where not even the evilest of Amazon delivery trucks can get her to move.
Bien des choses sont absolument fascinantes. L’une d’elles est la façon dont un feu de camp danse sous les étoiles, léchant le bois et dansant tout autour. Une autre est la façon dont on peut regarder un pareur d’onglons travailler minutieusement pour révéler un onglon propre ou quelque chose de plus étonnant.
Corn was waist high in the Pacific Northwest on July 4, when I sent my 8-year-old out to the measure. We already had a few hot days in June, upward of 80 degrees. And before you laugh, that’s hot for us.
It’s summertime in the Pacific Northwest, and the three Faber girls have convinced Dad that it’s time to get rid of the rusty old cow trough I call a swimming pool.
It was a sunny, beautiful day in the Pacific Northwest, and I decided to take the kids to Retired Farmer Disneyland. It’s a place that sells the best burgers in the area.
It’s a big month for us in the dairy world. Happy June Dairy Month to those who celebrate. It seems appropriate to celebrate the work of all those who care for cows 365 days a year and turn grasses and corn into delicious cheese and ice cream.
There are several things that just completely mesmerize us as humans. One is the way the campfire dances on a starry night as it licks the wood and dances all around it. Another is the way we can watch a hoof trimmer slice away trimmings on a hoof to reveal either a clean hoof or something more exciting.
Je n’aime pas les chats. Ma femme et mes trois filles, elles, les adorent! Puisque c’est moi qui mène dans cette maison, nous sommes officiellement une famille… avec des chats!
Spring is in the air in the Pacific Northwest as we got our first two days of high 50 degrees. This is affectionately known in our area as “fake spring.”
